you're trembling. Jason isn't sure whether it's from fury or pain. Honestly, who could blame you for either.

the alleyway is cast in red, from the cheap neon sign of the bar out front. You're back is to him, curled over and shaking.

there's a loud clang as you relax your hand. A bloody crowbar drops to the floor, and you turn to face him. Without a word, you slide your mask back on, and walk past him, leaving him to stare at the bloody mess you'd created.

The Joker is Dead