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Joker's laughter echoed down the street where this imposter stood, bitter and angry. "Who the fuck do you think you are, calling me out of my mourning by dressing and acting like him?" He snarled, clearly enraged. "I should come down there and kill you myself, you fucking upstart, but I'm retired now and I think it's fitting that they get a crack at you first!" The furious laughter faded as Joker walked away, head down and hands shoved in the pockets of his black suit, the figures of Gotham's most powerful crime bosses taking his place, Oswald Cobblepot at the front.
"How dare you come here, looking like that, trying to claim to be him?" He snarled, hands shaking on his umbrella gun in his rage. "You think I wouldn't know my own Chick?!"
"You dress like him, try to act like him, but you'll never take his place." Carmine Falcone hissed, stepping up beside Oswald and laying a hand on his partner's shoulder. Oswald glanced up at the taller man, reaching up to pat his hand absently, his presence steadying his hands as he aimed his umbrella at the dead man walking.
"You ain't da Bat. Name yourself so that we know what to put on your grave marker." Two-Face growled, stepping up to Oswald's other side, tommy-gun in hand. "Or should we just call you Ratman?"
The fool trying to play Bat tried to run then, finally realizing he was in over his head. A jerk of Falcone's head sent minor rogues and big names alike after him to avenge their Bat's name. Harley screamed "You'll neva be him! Phoney!" as she ran, hammer ready to swing into kneecaps.
Ice formed a slick under the Ratman's feet, causing him to practically fall into Harley's arms as Dr. Freeze stepped out of a nearby alleyway. He rested his ice ray against his shoulder, scowl on his face, "He tried to help us, you try to tame us, you're nothing like him."
High overhead, on a dark rooftop, three figures watched the chaos. Red Hood smirked, taking the crumpled bills Red Robin passed him as Black Bat watched the exchange. He had bet the clown would have crashed out and killed the dumbass impersonating their father before their Uncles got to him. Hood knew better than to bet against their Uncles.