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“B, you're gonna want to see this.” Barbara said, opening a live video of the streets of Gotham.
A comically small car was racing through the streets. It looked like some sort of circus car, small, painted in vibrant colors.
Another feed opened, showing a different part of the city and another comically small car passing through.
Then another and another, until there were at least 5 cars racing through the city, all seemingly heading in the same direction. Arkham asylum.
Batman could only watch as the cars all parked in front of the asylum. Then, clowns started pouring out. One by one, at least 20 clowns got out of each individual car. All dressed in purple and green, looking strikingly like the Joker. Each of them held baseball bats in their hands, and were grinning.
“The imposter will pay! He'll pay!” They yelled out.
The clowns barged in through the gates, chanting “Where are you, imposter? You fake! You're no clown! Show us your egg!”
They kept yelling until they got to the Joker's cell, where the chanting became “SHOW US YOUR EGG! YOU FAKE! SHOW US YOUR EGG” while they beat the Joker raw, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. They cut off his corpse's head, held it high up and one of them yelled. “May this be a warning to all! This is everything clowns stand against! Shall you ever emulate his actions, your punishment shall be just as harsh!” Then he let the head fall down to the ground, wiped his hand clean of the blood and the clowns left. They walked through the gates, into their comically small cars, which strolled away from the city.
Bruce stood in the cave, his mind blank, his eyes searching between the cars that were getting out of the city and the Asylum feed that showed a dead Joker.
“I… I think… Uhmmm… I mean, I'll go get the champagne. To celebrate” he said in a dazed voice, his mind still barely processing what just happened.