Part One:
Sheila Haywood stood tied against a beam. A brilliant mind, she was constantly searching for some way out of the death trap of a warehouse.
Her eyes darted downward to the floor where she spotted her long lost son Jason Todd. Only minutes ago she had found out his secret identity as Robin. Jason lay on the floor barely conscious. His mask had been torn off and his face bruised and swollen. His costume was in tatters, torn along several different places. His body was bruised and bloody. By the looks of it he had broken at last three bones. Haywood worried that he might drown in his own blood.
Suddenly, Jason began to stir. Slowly but surely he made his way towards his Mother. He said no words, simply grunting as he pushed himself forward. Haywood could see him grimacing; the torment in his face from every aching movement. Carefully, he untied her from the flagpole. Sheila wrapped her arm around her son and started limping towards the door. “Its okay, Jason.” She told him, “We’re going to make it.” She cast an apprehensive glance over to the bomb. They had time to spare. Joker had rigged it to blow within two hours. Must have thought Jason was dead. He must have wanted me to feel every second before my death. Sheila thought to herself.
Finally they made their way towards the door. Sheila tried to move the handle only to find it wouldn’t budge. “The door!” she said, worried. “It’s locked. JOKER LOCKED US IN HERE!”
“Don’t worry,” Jason stammered. “I’m on it.”
With painful gestures he pulled explosives from his belt. Ignoring his pain he plastered them onto the door. “Step…back.” He told his Mother.
With the press of a button the hinges swung off the door and the two limped away from the warehouse.
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Batman cursed himself for leaving Jason alone. He knew better than that. Finally the truck screeched to a halt in front of the warehouse. Even from afar he could see Joker’s hideous grin. Batman noted a trail of blood as he ran to the warehouse. “No…” Batman whispered.
His cape flowed behind him as he picked up speed.
Joker stood in the doorway with a cane in his hand. His smile widened and he gripped his cane. Batman tackled Joker to the ground with a furious rage. “WHERE IS HE? WHERE’S ROBIN?” he cried.
Joker let out a hideous laugh. “You see Bats,” he answered through his giggles. “He’s dead. He died a slow agonizing death at the hands of a crowbar!” Joker let out a maniacal laugh.
Batman’s fist balled into a fist and he swung it at Joker. Blood stained Joker’s lips.
“He crawled out of here with his poor Mommy to die somewhere else.” Joker grinned hideously. He heaved a mighty blow striking Batman across the head. Batman toppled to the ground with a thud. Joker pushed a button on the end of his cane, extending a blade. Batman rolled across the ground and swung his leg into Joker’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Joker keeled over only to meet Batman’s fist as he swung it upward. Joker fell backwards onto a table. He glanced over to the bomb to find less than a minute left.
“WAIT!” Joker cried out, now begging for mercy. “THIS PLACE IS GOING TO BLOW! WE CAN’T STAY HERE!”
Batman swung two more jabs across Joker’s jaw. “YOU’RE STAYING!” Batman gritted through his teeth. The seconds ticked by like years and Batman’s fists wrapped around Joker’s throat. “One last time…ONE FINAL BATTLE!”
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Jason cast a glance back toward the warehouse. “Are we safe…?” he slurred.
“We’re safe.” Sheila said, gently stroking his arm. We’re safe.
In a fiery boom a bomb went off in the distance. Smoke billowed into the skies. Jason’s eyes widened in shock. With a sudden burst of strength he tore himself from his Mother’s grasp. “NO! BRUCE! NO!”
Sheila grabbed him. “What is it, honey? What’s wrong?”
Jason swelled up with tears. “Bruce Wayne is dead….BATMAN IS DEAD!”
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