00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here that belong to DC or do I own any of the other characters that I put into this story except for my own OCs. Neither do I own any of the character in any of the crossovers I do. I'm just using them in this fanfiction and I have no money so don't bother suing me. You'll just lose money instead of gaining any. And remember to leave a review!

00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00

The Last Laugh –

A Norwegian mercenary founded Gotham City and the British later took it over. During the American Revolutionary War, Gotham City was the site of a major battle. Rumors held it to be the site of various occult rites. Today's Gotham is a dark and foreboding metropolis rife with crime, grime, corruption, and a deep-seated sense of urban decay. And out of the cesspool came one of the greatest heroes the world had ever known.

Batman stood at the crime scene putting the pieces of the crime together. The apartment room had seen a brutal battle with five dead. One of the bodies was riddle with bullets leaving him to believe that he was used as a shield as the other four open fire. One of the shooters was killed by a broken pool stick thrown into his neck, another had his head twisted from a metal bar stool that was jammed over it and used as a lever. The forth face was eaten away by acid shot out of a fake flower.

The last body was beaten badly. From what it looks like his face was used as a hammer as the broken safety glass had circle cracks from a face being brutally smash into it. The broken beer bottles were used to grinned into the body as it was lifted up and smash downwards breaking them. The broken pieces could be found in and dotting the dead body, which was still alive as it's body was used in such a manner. The Gotham cops were already taking the bodies away, even in a hard city as this the scene that they saw shocked everyone to their core, even , Batman.

The last body who was still clinging to life was thrown into the safety glass over and over again. The glass wouldn't break as the person who was doing the throwing was strong but wasn't as strong as some of the people that Batman knows. The window frame had bent and the glass came loose after the body had been thrown into it twenty or more times. The body fell over fifty stories down to the streets below, which were empty during the night past midnight.

It was early morning the sun still wasn't up but the early bird reporters were already all over it. For one of the icons of the city was now dead. Batman's worse villain was now dead and this time, it was for keeps. Laying in the impact crater that he made, was the broken body of the Joker.

"Batman to Watch Tower," he said to his com.

"This is the Watch Tower," John said.

"Joker is dead," Batman said as the sounds of life began to stir and the news and impact of the dead of the most feared villain would just begin. Batman could still see Joker's fear lock in his death mask. He was laughing as he fell and died. Something he had saw and heard before he had died had caused him to find his last moments as something funny to him. Batman only knew that whatever, Joker had learned was just the beginning to something that made him laugh even as he died. And the only clue that he had was a piece of paper that the Joker held in his hand. It was blank but for a drop of his blood in the middle and was folded like a ink test.

00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00

Author's Notes -

1 - Sorry for the long wait but I had a hard time of coming up with ideas for this fic. Some ideas would help.

00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00