11:46pm ~ What a time to celebrate the last of the year, hmm?

The dark knight stormed into the cathedral, water droplets from the heavy rain outside dripped off his suit. The cathedral ceiling arched, looming over him. Marble pillars, covered in webs, cracks and moss barely held the cathedral together. In all its gothic glory, it still kept its spiritual connection.

Apart from the rain dripping in puddles from the cracks, there was another spine-chilling sound.

The Clown Prince of Crime himself had grown accustomed to the loneliness and solidarity of the cathedral. His laugh echoed down the chancel as he heard the faint footsteps of his arch nemesis.

Not long after his laughter died, Batman stood behind the clown, taking in the horrifying sight before him: a statue of Jesus on the cross, stripped of its holiness, its hair painted green and face white with smeared red lipstick.

The Joker could sense Batman's disgust and horror, though hidden beneath his cowl, which only fueled his sadistic pleasure more. Joker was occupied with a slaughtered lamb in front of him, pulling out its guts with his bare hands. The head was already severed, placed on a marble table in front of the Jesus statue. Rings of its blood surrounded the lamb head like some cult summoning.

"Right on time, Batsy." you giggled, picking up the guts like it was rope and throwing it around the lamb just as the blood was, unbothered by the rotting stench. It couldn't be the freshly killed lamb, what else was rotting...? "I always thought a nice sacrifice was great to end the year!"

The Dark Knight grabbed the back of your neck and threw you to the floor, punching your face once. As if that would remove the wide grin on your face... "Hoo-hoo! Feisty. I guess a little fight to entertain the Gods won't hurt... much." you continued to laugh.

Batman stepped back, "you're a sick fuck". Other than those words, he was speechless.

You stood up, brushing yourself off, "yes, yes. Tell me something I didn't know." You lifted your sleeves, cracking your knuckles as if you had a chance to do some damage to his stupidly expensive but unbreakable suit, "By the way, Bats... how's my daughter?"

"She's not your daughter." he replied quickly and bluntly, "she never was."

Your grin fell, changed to a sneer, "related or not, she's my family." you spun around, taking a couple steps from Batman. "You know, it's funny... I let myself have one weakness, and the whole world rushes to use it to their advantage."

"Duela's safe. He's with Bruce Wayne. Away from harm." he assured, taking a step forward. He needed to talk to the human in the clown, the part of you that still twistingly cared for your daughter and not the sadistic monster that demanded to end all weaknesses yourself.

"Puh-lease, Batsy. Wayne Manor has less security than Arkham and I still managed to escape that dreadful place." You turned around to look him in the eyes, knowing the 'harm' he was talking about was really you. Batman thought you would come to hurt your own daughter. How could you? She showed no fear, seeing only the human in you.

"I'm here to take you back there." he pulled out a pair of handcuffs- as if you'd let yourself watch the fireworks through the police car windows.

You gazed down to your feet as you picked up a crowbar conveniently placed next to yourself. "what kind of father would I be if my baby girl knew I let myself go down without a new years bang?" you swung the crowbar at Batman's head, causing him to fall from the sudden impact. Though, not much damage was done. "10." you counted down the seconds, along with a hard whack against Batman's body. "9.." you whacked again, harder every time.

"Joker-" He was too shocked to protect himself. How crazy is that?

"Five. Four. Three... two.." you were about to finish on 'one' with the crowbar driven into his chest, hard enough that could've caused serious internal injuries, but at the last moment, he grabbed onto the crowbar, stopping you.