Someone PLEASE kill that cockroach! - DP X DC au
Got a little into the Joker Jr idea and just- So, the events of Tim being kidnapped, Harley and Joker kidnapping him when he's still a fresh Robin, maybe a year or two in, and brainwash him and torture him into Joker Jr. (Tim is more thirteen here.) The events play out as it did in the movie/tv special, with Tim firing the gun at Joker. Unlike with Dick, where Batman was able to resuscitate the disgusting beast so a death wouldn't plague Dick's every thought, Bruce was too weak to do it this time, and Tim's aim was a bit too on the nose. After all, Bruce still taught each of his kids how to safely handle any weapon they need to use, even guns. He may not like them, his skin may itch, memories might muddy his thoughts, but better for them to be safe than to be sorry. So, the Joker dies. Harley goes missing for a minute, Tim is brought back in and helped into becoming better, Bruce needing to fight his own demons to help Tim to know he was HIS son and he would always love him. A bunch of comic shit may or may not happen to still be somewhat relevant. But the Joker comes back. Somehow, some way, the sick son of a bitch comes back. And not too long after, here comes Red Hood and all that fucked up drama and trauma. Tim still gets annoyed Jason tries to fucking kill him, feeling like his teen years shouldn't be THIS awful, but life goes on when you wear a cape, and soon they're a marginally functioning family. With a goddamn cockroach of a damn rogue still plaguing them! Honestly, Tim's half tempted to demand Ra's or some council in space to take the damn monster away so they could be in relative peace! He was so damned exhausted by the nightmares, Jason's clear frustration and worry, and just- Well, he may or may not have used a summoning circle for an eldritch benevolent being in his newest Nest (now that he's TRYING for retirement, at least for now, but he was a raised Bat, and old habits die hard.) When he gazes up at a being who looked plucked from the night sky itself, with lazarus green eyes, a fanged smile, and a crown atop it's head, and a tail where legs should be? He sighs and gives a respectful nod of his head, "Hail to the King of Unend, hail to the King of the Infinite, hail to Pariah's Bane, hail to the Ruler of Balance, hail to the Ancient of Space." Because Tim was nothing if not thorough. The being purred, the very essence of the sound vibrating through his very soul. "What is it you have summoned me here for, Gotham's Shadow?" Its eyes squint in amusement, clearly curious over why a little mortal had summoned it. "I have a request for you, your excellency," Tim could be respectful if he wished, "there is a man known as the Joker, for decades he has plagued this city, this very tip of reality, and shattered one too many lives. He returns from the dead far too much for a being with no known access to magic. I have killed him, a helicopter supposedly killed him, too many instances where he should be dead and yet returns like a cockroach." "And if I am to kill this mortal? What will you trade?" Tim knew his family would kill him, but he was just-he was tired. "What would you ask of me?" But all the creature did was smile, chuckling softly, "A favor, one I am free to request at any time. But in exchange, no longer will the being known as the Joker, The Ace of Knaves, The Pale Man, Jack Napier, be allowed to return so freely. He will never return to the realm of the living." He holds out a hand; the shifting of stars clear on the dark 'skin', mesmerizing. Tim shook the creature's hand, a burst of ice binding between them like clinks of chains.
