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All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.
— The Joker

The Joker is a homicidal maniac and the archenemy of Batman. Although his full origin is truly unknown, the Joker is known to have been forced to swim through a vat of chemicals which turned his skin white, his hair green, and left his face permanently locked in a double Glasgow Grin. Completely unpredictable with no regard for human life, the Joker finds murder and mayhem funny and is perhaps the most dangerous man on New Earth with a body count stretching into the thousands, all centered around his obsession with destroying the Dark Knight.

While the Joker's criminal activities have certainly not been limited to the following by far, he has performed a considerable number of acts that distinguish him from the population of ordinary villains. During the events of "A Death in the Family," the Joker murdered Jason Todd, the second Robin. Jason had been searching for his mother in Africa and found out too late that she had actually been involved in criminal activity with none other than the Clown Prince of Crime himself.

Jason's mother betrayed him, and the Joker tied the two of them up together in a warehouse set to blow up. He also viciously beat Jason with a crowbar many times, causing severe trauma to his head. Batman was unable to rescue the two of them before the bomb's detonation, and they were both killed in the explosion. Jason's death has haunted Batman ever since and has intensified his obsession with his archenemy.

Battle vs. Adam MacIntyre (by Godkombat21)[]

Gotham CIty 8:45 PM

Harley makes her way towards amusement mile (The Joker's hideout) "Man this place gives me the creeps at night." She says to herself. "I better get back before Mistah J--" "Well hello there" Harley turns to see a fat clown juggling chainsaws. "Helloo there pretty lady" He says in a high pitched voice almost like a child. "Who, Who are---" "I like my woman toosty you know" "Wait wha--" Suddenly the clown spews flames out of his mouth, which Harley narrowly avoids. Then he jumps at her nearly cutting her in half, Harley steps back. "Back of creepo!" She yells and hits him with a boxing glove gun. It kocks into a bunch of dumpsters and seemingly knocks him out. She then takes off.

Amusement Mile 9:00 PM

Joker sits in his hideout, working on a new Joker venom when Harley comes in screaming. "Help me puddin, he's after me" Joker looks back "And who precisley would that be?" Suddenly Adam busts through the door. "HA HA HA HA, GET AWAY FROM HER GRAMPS!" he says in an even higher pitch voice. Joker examines him. "Wow, you need to lay of the dounuts buddy." Adam laughs at the joke but in a more crazier manner. Suddenly he jumps at Joker, nearly cutting him in half. "Whoa! Hey! You could have killed me!" Adam turns and throws a knife at him. "That's it your gonna die here!" Joker yells taking out a machete. Adam laughs psychoticly and jumps at the Joker but the Joker intercepts his chainsaws with the machete. "Get off of ME!" Joker yells as he kicks him of of him. Adam jumps away and begins blowing up a balloon but Joker immediatly pops it with a razor card. Adam coughs as a strange gas blows in his face. He looks up just in time to avoid Joker as he is about to cut of his head off. Adam spins and then spews out more flames. "Whao!" Joker yells as he jumps back. Without thinking, Joker sprays joker venom towards Adam but the flames ingulf the gas and cause an explosion that sends Joker and Adam through the walls. Joker gets up rubbing his head. Adam looks over and sees one of his chainsaws was crushed by the rubble. "YOU BROKE MY TOY!" He yells in raged. He's about to kill Joker with his other chainsaw but heres Harley behind him. "Let him go clown!" Adam turns, not seeing Joker take out his harpoon revolver. "Stay back or your puddin' is cobler." He turns but is then shot by the revolver right were his lung should be. "That's...not...funny" he says before falling over. Joker stands up well that was an ordeal." Harley comes towards him. "Comon Mistah J, lets go get you patched up.

Gotham Bay 10:00 PM

Joker stands at the pier with Harley. "You know Harley it's to bad, that guy could have made a good henchman." Suddenly they here deep breathing and they see Adam, clutching his chest and struggling to breathe. "You know you could do us a favor and die already." Adam tries to laugh but coughs up blood. "I'm...not...dead...yet." "You're right, you got about ten seconds." Adam struggles foward as Joker counts down from ten. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, ONE!" Adam attempts to cut the Joker with his last chainsaw but Joker steps out of the way and Adam goes tumbling off the dock.

Winner: The Joker

Expert's Opinion[]

Though Adam was stronger, faster, and took a majority of the weapon edges, the Joker won because of his experience and intelligence.

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Battle vs. Green Goblin (Comics) (by Wassboss)[]

No battle will be written.

Winner- Green Goblin.

Expert's Opinion[]

Green Goblin was able to win because he had a superior arsenal of weapons, was stronger and faster and had superior tactics.

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Rematch vs. Green Goblin (Comics) (by Lasifer)[]

It is a dark day the city that never sleeps. A joke that no one wanted would be told today by the infamous Joker, arch nemesis of the Batman and feared villain of Gotham City. Why was the Joker in New york? What did he want? What joke was to be told? Norman Osborn, better known as the Green Goblin would soon know today, coming face to face with the deranged clown prince of crime. A meeting was planned, a meeting that would change The New York Underground for better....or worse.


The Joker has been looking to expand his gang to other large cities in the U.S., and what better place than the Big Apple, New York City. Of course, Joker would have to eliminate the competition. But he couldn't do that, Joker knew his gang would not stand a chance against the better armed and organized gangs of New York. The Joker would need new weaponry to take on the more advanced and new gangs of NYC. Luckily, he found the man for the job. The Green Goblin has offered him advanced firearms and explosives to get the job done.


The meeting took place today. 5:32 PM. December 12th, 2012. On a snowy, busy New York day.


Osborn awaited for the clown to arrive....


And finally....


He did.


A cold chill was felt by Norman Osborn as the doors to an OsCorp Warehouse opened with snow and a shadowy figure, it was none other than the Joker. The infamous Clown Prince of Crime slowly walked towards Osborn, loud footsteps echoed the dark and dirty warehouse.


“Are you Mister-” Asked Osborn to the clown, who immediately stopped him afterwards.


“Napier. Yes. Pleasure to meet you Mister...” Answered the Clown, wearing a fedora and trench coat to cover up his colorful suit and smile.


“Osborn. I am glad you can make it Mr. Napier. Now, I assume you brought the money with you?” Replied Norman Osborn, better known as The Green Goblin, another grinning nemises of a hero dressed in a animal suit.


The Clown did not reply, rather sit down at the same table Osborn was at, and put a briefcase on the table.


“You know it. I am always ready to deal, Mr. Osborn.” Said Joker, slowly opening the briefcase. The briefcase that would help Him take over New York. The briefcase that would get Him everything he needed. Or would it? Joker finally opened the briefcase, and only one object was in it. A bill. A bill of money nonetheless. A fake one. A 'Million Dollar Bill' with a simple smiley face drawn in blue crayon over George Washinton, and six zeros drawn over the one. Joker, slowly and gently, removed the obviously fake bill and put it in the center of the circular table.


Osborn moved the bill closer to him, examining it for a few minor seconds, only before clenching his fists and slamming them on the table.


“Is this some dumb joke or something!?! It's wasting my time! If you want you're weapons hand over the cash!” Yelled Osborn, who quickly ripped the dollar bill in half after picking it up.


“It's not a joke! I worked hard for that kind of money, y'know!” Replied Joker, who giggled lightly after his sentence, angering Osborn even further.


“If you came here to simply waste my time and piss me off I suggest leaving now before I rip you in two!” Yells Osborn, standing up from his chair with his fists of the desk, yelling in the Joker's face. The Clown stays quiet momentarily, before standing up and taking his fedora off and simply tosses it on the dusty warehouse floor, but the shadows of the the warehouse still covered his demented face.


“Y'know Ozzy.....” Says Joker with an unusually soft voice, slowly removing his large, dusty brown trench coat, partially revealing some of his purple suit, with some shadows covering other parts of it.


“I don't like you're attitude...” Says Joker, again with a strange soft voice. He finally tosses his coat on the ground next to his hat.


“Listen Napier, I'll give you one more chance to either leave or make a deal before I-!” Yells Osborn, giving the joker another chance to strike a deal, but is quickly cut off from a blow to the face with a crowbar.


“Watch you're tone of voice with me mister. Ahahahaha!” Says The Joker, revealing himself to Osborn for the first real time, stepping out of the shadows showing off his cherry-red lips with a smile, dark green hair, and of course his bleach-white face. Osborn wipes his lips to check for blood. And there was. Soon after seeing the blood and clenches his hands and delivers a punch to the Joker who was busy monologuing.


“Oh Party Pooper, No Cake for You!” says The Joker, right before being punched again by Osborn, this time knocking him on the ground.


“Ooooo, You can fight. Well, If it's a fight you want it's a fight your going to get, Ozzy! Put 'em up!” Says the Joker, rolling up his sleeves, seemingly ready to fight.


“You are going to die today, clown!” Says Osborn, right before pulling his arm back ready to punch Joker, only to be stopped by a left hook to the face from Joker.


“I can deliver a good punch myself, Ozzy. Hahaha!” Says Joker, obviously faking a boxing stance after the punch.


“Who are you really! I want to know, now!” Yells Osborn in a fight of rage.


“Hmm, May as well tell you before ya die. Although you should know me I may as well tell you anyways....I'm the infamous Clown Prince of Crime......The Joker! Nice to meet you, Osborn.” Says Joker, reaching out his hand to 'shake' Goblin's hand, Goblin grabs it and clenches only to be shocked by a Joybuzzer.


“Hahahaha! How does that feel? Bwhahahaha!” Jokes the Clown, mocking Osborn. Norman strangely gives a small but subtle laugh and gets off his knees.


“Allow me to introduce myself...” Says Osborn, slowly getting up and finally resting yet clenching his hands of the Joker's shoulders.


“I'm......The Green Goblin!” Yells Osborn, right before shocking Joker from the shoulders with his Electrical Discharge Gloves, after seconds, Osborn kicks Joker, causing him to fall and break the simple plastic meeting table. Goblin walks over too the broken table and readies his fists for a possible final punch to finish off the Joker


“Big Mistake, Gobby! Bwahaha!” Says Joker, as he quickly gets back up and squirts acid from his seemingly harmless flower on his suit onto Goblin, burning and blinding him for a moment, giving Joker time for a getaway to the second floor.


“Ah you bastard! Get back here!” Yells Goblin as covers his eyes from the acid, burning his torso area.


“Come out coward!” yells Goblin across the warehouse.


“If you insist!” Joker says as he comes out the shadows on the second floor and opens fire on to the first floor with a TAR-21. Goblin turns around and quickly tosses a Gas Pumpkin Bomb up above to blind Joker and buy himself time to get onto the second floor.


“Darn you...Gobs and your damn....gas. Haha....hahaha” Mutters Joker, coughing between pauses. As the gas clears, razor-sharp bats hurl at the Joker causing him to drop the rifle.


“I hate bats as much as I hate people with no sense humor, which would be a lot!” Yells Joker as the gray gas clears some more, before Norman pops out from the gray gas and punches the clown.


“Nice left hook, but how 'bout a crowbar?” Says Joker before smacking Goblin across the face with a rusty crowbar.


“I love crowbars, gobby. How 'bout you? Hahaha!” Says Joker as he clenches his trusty crowbar in his hand as he taunts Goblin.


“This reminds me of the time I killed that kid....only this time both of us are bruised and battered. Hahahaha! Ahhhh....Memories.” Says Joker, thinking about the time he murdered Jason Todd.


“You shouldn't be day dreaming, clown!” Says Goblin as he gets off the ground.


“Oh why not? It's fun? Hahaha!” says Joker before being punched yet again by Goblin.


“You punch me much more harder than Bats ever has...I like that! Now how 'bout a game of cards? HAHAHAHA!” Says Joker as he throws a hand of razor-sharp cards at Goblin to make a getaway to the third and final floor. Goblin follows and climbs up to the next floor only to be confronted by The Joker wielding a revolver in the middle of climbing up.


“Time for the end of the show, Gobby! It's been good knowing you for this short time! Bwahahaha!” Says Joker, right before pulling the trigger, only to have a BANG! Flag pop out in front of Goblin's face.


“Your only making me more angry, and increasing you're chances of death.”Says Goblin, still climbing the ladder to the final floor.


“Hahahaha, were you scared, Gobby?” Says Joker, laughing at Osborn, only to have Goblin throw a Bat and knock the fake gun out of the clown's hand and land on the first floor, breaking it and causing a large thump to echo.


“I'm running out of toys here, Gobby. Can we wrap this up or can I borrow some more of yours? Hahaha!.” Says Joker.


“I'm afraid the show must go on Joker...until you die!” Replies Goblin arriving on the third floor and running towards the Clown, grabbing him by his throat and lifting him with one hand, showing off his strength.


“I love memories too, Joker. And I'm about to bring some back.” Says Goblin, reminding himself of the time and threw Gwen Stacy off of a bridge, and he was about to do the same to Joker as let him hang over the third floor's bridge.


“The Clown is always executed, enjoy hell Jok-” Says Goblin, mocking Joker before he was going to kill him, only to be punched in the gut by Joker, causing him to fall, giving Joker a chance to get on the bridge again with help from the railing.


“Never gloat, Gobby. You should have killed me when you had the chance.” Says Joker, using a cloth to wipe off blood and dust from his face.


“Don't you got any other jokes? I'm having trouble keeping myself awake! Purely bad entertainment on your part.” Says The Joker


“You want more jokes? THEN HAVE SOME!” Yells Goblin as he tosses out a boomerang from his Bag of Tricks.


“Hahahaha! You think a purse will do anything, HAHAHAH-” Laughs Joker before being knocked in the back of the head with the crescent boomerang, causing him to fall forward. Goblin then grabs Joker by the throat and walks over to the edge of the third floor. Goblin holding Joker remecisent of the time he held Gwen Stacy


“How about some more!?!?” says Goblin, pulling out a bomb from his bag, ready to throw before it back fires, dropping out of Osborn's hand and exploding upon impact.


“HAHAHAHAHAHA! Must suck when your own plan backfires, eh Gobby?” mocks Joker as Osborn gets up from the rubble and wreckage of the explosion, tears in his costume show him badly bruised.


“I think it's time we end this shtick, don't you?” Says Joker, crowbar in hand, looking over the battered Goblin. Joker raises his Crowbar up high...and slams it down upon Osborn's stomach, again and again before stopping after several minutes.


“Looks like I'll be getting the last laugh, gobs. You've had you're time to shine in the New York headlines, now it's my turn. It's time for the final joke of the night!” Says Joker, gloating and taunting Goblin as he unveils a Revolver from his suit and slowly moves it towards Osborn's head. Finally making his move by pulling the trigger.


BANG!


No lead was fired, only confetti and flag coming out the gun, just right above Osborn's nose.


BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


“You can't kill me....I'm the Green Goblin! I can't Die!” says Osborn, slowly moving both his hands towards the flag, finally clenching and grasping it in both his hands.


“Yes, I can. Please, Observe. Bwhahaha!” Taunts Joker, still holding the revolver in front of Osborn on the ground.


“Do it then!” mutters Osborn, coughing up blood, before Joker pulls the trigger once more and the flag pierces straight into the center of Osborn's skull. The Joker smirking as he puts the Revolver back into his suit.


“TA-DA!”


AFTERMATH

The doors to the warehouse opened once more, with none other than Harley Quinn and some Joker Goons walking in.


“Mistah J! We got the guy ya wanted!” Yells Harley across the warehouse.


“Excellent, Harley...I was just finishing up some business with my good friend The Green Goblin. Ahaha” Says Joker, kicking Osborn's lifeless corpse out of the shadows followed by the signature sinister smile and laughter of the Joker.


“How very...nice of ya mistah J....we got the bowler hat guy you wanted...umm...” Mutters Harley to Joker once more.


“I am excited to be here, Joker. We are getting some...business done, correct?” Says The Mysterious 'Bowler Hat Guy'


“Boy will there ever be! Start rounding up some more men! We got some new toys to play with! Oh, and will some body dump the body? It's starting to smell....BWHAHAHAHA!” Replies The Joker, observing more and more goons entering the warehouse, opening crates filled with the Joker's new weaponry. Assault Rifles, Shotguns, Pistols, the entire shabang.


“New York City is ours! HAHAHAHAAHAHA!”


WINNER: THE JOKER

SCORE: 5.5 TO 5!

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Battle vs. Green Hornet (by DexterMaximus)[]

The Joker is prowling around the dark streets of Gotham, with his girlfriend and partner of crime Harley Quinn by his side. He stops, he thinks he can hear something in the distance. Sure enough, the sound of a car fills the air. A black car pulls up by the side of the road. Two masked men get out. They seem to be arguing. One of the men, the driver, has a slight Japanese accent to his voice. Joker and Harley listen to what they are saying. "Look, Kato, just answer me. Why did you drive me out to this dark, creepy, Gottam place?" the passenger asked, clearly frustrated. The driver, Kato, sighed. "For the last time, Britt, it's pronounced Gotham." The pair continue arguing, while The Joker turns to Harley. "I don't like the look of them. I'm gonna...have a word with them, you stay there. I'll call to you if I need you, okay?" Harley nods in agreement. Joker gets out a crowbar, as he approaches them. "Well, well, well. What's going on here, boys?" he says. Kato and Britt stop arguing, and look at him. "Who are you?" asks Britt. "My name is Joker. What makes you come to Gotham, then?" he replies, still verbally pressuring them, but keeping his smile - not that he has any choice."I don't know. I'm trying to get Kato to tell me, but..." Britt complained. Kato looks warily at the newcomer. It's too dark for them to see his face, but the driver leans into the car and switches on the headlights, revealing Joker's white face and red-cut smile. They both jump back, avoiding a sudden swing from the crowbar. Kato pulls out a pair of nunchuks, swinging them around, taking swipes at Joker. The Joker ducks down, avoiding a swing from the nunchuks, and hits Kato in the shoulder. Kato winces, but carries on fighting. The Joker wais purposley for another swing from the nunchuks, and then ducks down, and grabs Kato's weapon, when the swing ends. He pulls the nunchuks down, bringing Kato down with them. He whacks the driver in the back with the crowbar, causing him to shout in pain. Joker lets out a maniacal laugh, before shouting "Where's Batman now? Where's Batman now?" before getting ready to deposit another swing of the metal bar. Suddenley, Britt rugby tackles Joker, bringing them both to the floor. His crowbar skids across the road into the distance.

Kato gets back up, carefully, and props himself up against the car door. Meanwhile, The Joker kicks out at Hornet, sending him onto his back. As they both get up, they face each other, and Britt pulls out a Gas Gun. He pulls the trigger, firing out a metal canister, which hits the Joker in the shoulder. It stars leaking gas, and the Joker starts laughing maniacally. His hand moves to his lapel, which has a flower on it. He presses a button in his suit, and green liquid squirts from the flower. It hits Britt in the face, burning him. Joker laughs, and attempts to get closer to Britt, but nearly collapses on the floor. The gas has taken effect. He tries to grab Britt's leg, but Britt, partially stunned, just manages to jump back. Instead, Joker rolls on his back and fires another stream of acid at Britt. This time it hits his shoulder, which burns him even more.

Joker, coughing and spluttering, manages to get up. He pulls out two revolvers, and fires one of them at Hornet, who runs back to the car. Kato, now fully recovered, retrieves his USP Compact, advancing towards Joker. Kato fires at The Joker, but he easily dodges the bullets. He fires some more at Kato, but one of the bullets from the USP hits his revolver, smashing it, sending it out of is hand. Instead, he swings the other revolver round, and pulls the trigger. A red flag on a pole pops out, with the word "BANG!" written on it. Kato looks confused, staring at the flag. "Do you think this is some kind of jo-" He is interupted by a metal spike, a harpoon, firing out of the gun. It lodges in Kato's shoulder, injuring it again, and he curses. He tries to kick out at Joker, but falls on his back. The Joker gives another of his maniac laughs, before turning to Hornet. He is looking for him, before being struck on the shoulder by Kato, who managed to get up.

Kato takes up a karate stance. but Joker simply dodges his attacks, pulling out some cards, and throwing them at Kato. The cards cut his face, being razor-sharp on the edges. He shouts again, swinging out at Joker in a blind rage, but Joker simply dodges him, and slices his bad shoulder with a card. Kato then runs over to the car, getting in, Hornet's already with him

. They turn to face Joker with the car. Hornet pointed the miniguns at Joker, who called over to Harley. "Yes, darling?" she asked, before seeing the car and miniguns. She told him to stand back, and set up a bazooka from her bag. As she was setting it up, she had to dodge several blasts from the minigun. She pulled up the bazooka, and fired it at the car. Green Hornet managed to jump away, but Kato was in the car at the time of the impact. Kato was thrown several metres to the side, his body smoking, nearly on fire. It was over for him, he was dead. Green Hornet was out of the car, but was caught in the explosion. He was thrown to the floor. He was weak and injured. Joker walked up to him and lifted his body. "I think you know what this lesson means. This is my turf. No time for goodie-goodie two-shoes like you." he spat, before putting him back on the floor, as the last breat left his mouth.

Winner: The Joker and Harley Quinn

Expert's Opinion[]

TBW

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Battle vs. Kingpin (by Battlefan237)[]

This warrior won a Battle of the Season Award
This warrior won a Modern Battle of the Year Award








Prelude : For Men Who Have Got Everything[]

New York City

Overlooking the empty streets from the window of the mayor's office, Wilson Fisk lets out a satisfied grin. Years ago, he was still the kingpin of the underground and at this time of the day, these streets below were usually filled with moving shadows. Some shadows belonged to raving criminals, some of them servants of other influential crimelords, most of them average joes who obtained superpowers from various wacky accidents and decided to put their powers into bank-robbing business. Other shadows belonged to arrogant individuals who called themselves heroes or vigilantes - these people claimed to be guardians of the people, but Fisk saw them as nothing different from the criminals they fought, for regardless of their self-styled bravery and audacity, none had the guts to walk in broad daylight without wearing a mask, just like many criminals.

Things have changed for the better since the big man got elected. Back in the age of heroes, heroes like the Spider-Man did a lot of NYPD's jobs. Therefore, the first thing Fisk did was an act of replacement. Inefficient sectors of the police force were removed or replaced by his men - men of productiveness. With funds from both the city and Kingpin's personal vault covering their bills, these men swept the streets with brutal efficiency, clearing groups that were both threats to public safety and competitors to Kingpin's own organization. Hammerhead, Tombstone, Madame Masque... The demise of one big name was soon followed by the capture of another, until none was left. Then, Kingpin turned his war on crime to the vigilantes. Laws were passed to cancel their legitimacy, special task forces were formed to take them down. At first, there was resistence, which soon died down as more funds were poured in. Some heroes, like the Spider, were smart enough to retreat into darkness and lay low for a while, calmly waiting for a second chance. Some others were more stubborn. Frank Castle, being the man he had always been, took down 26 of Fisk's men in his last stand. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, Fisk triumphed.

Men working for him are stationed at every major crossroad in the city, guarding it against heroes and rival villains at every second, while Kingpin himself is protected by laws of his creation, banning the Avengers from stepping in. A literal king he is now.

---

However, in an abandoned storage building that stands at the most unassuming section of the city's most remote district, two men of hostile intents whisper in the darkness outside the scope of Fisk's subordinates. One of them being a lone survivor of Fisk's campaign, the other one being a representative sent from a metropolis in New Jersey - a place where true madness looms.

"Mr. Cobblepot, while I do not doubt your judgement and experience, I'm still not convinced that that clown we met earlier this day will be able to do the job. Many professionals - professionals who have actual names instead of a childish nickname, have tried to take down the man and failed in doing so. " Mutters Mister Negative, as his pale face blackens with shade.

"Li, I assure you that the Joker will work it out. Granted that he is crazy and sick, but that's why he is the best choice for it. Mr. Fisk, to my knowledge, is a man who prefers order, while the clown is the exact opposite - he is the cancer, he is the agent of chaos, he is the type of opponent Fisk has never faced and will never overcome. His involvement will only pave way for the destruction of Kingpin's regime, after which we can resume our usual business transaction between cities. " The Penguin vouches for his recommendation in confidence, as he pounds the floor with the tip of his umbrella.

"Then we shall see...." Says Li. The two crimelords proceed to focus on the computer screen in front of them, readying themselves for the clown's next move.

Chapter I : War Games[]

"Stab, slash, strangle, drown, burn, crash, bite or dismemberment... I don't care about whatever methods you boys use. Your task today is to kill as many people as possible at your own locations. Our friend Wilson likes to show off his muscle, so he stations his troops at the most obvious spots to show that he is the man in control of this place, which makes it easy for you to distinguish them from those who happen to walk by. Although, I must say, I don't a bit of collateral damage. Actually, collateral damage is always of great fun, don't you agree ? When you boys return, you will all be paid handsomely, now that I have all the money in the world. " Orders the Joker through intercom. And so begins the assault of the army of clowns.

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Dan has never been a good boy. He dropped out of school at the age of sixteen and instantly embarked upon a career of crime. He started out working for small-time crooks like Big Wheel or the White Rabbit, then he slowly climbed up the food chain, acting as henchmen for big names like Vulture. By the time he met Wilson Fisk, he had already accumulated 10 years of experience in street-fighting and murdering, during which he also received training from a master martial artists who escaped from the Hand and settled in NYC. Dan was strong, tough but meticulous at the same time, evading the inspection of law on countless occasions. Kingpin clearly saw these qualities of him, and appointed him as one of his top enforceres and the leader of post 37 - one of the many posts stationed at different parts of the city. Four people were placed under his command.

This night starts off as a night indistinguishable from other nights. Everything is quiet and unassuming. Dan stands outside the watch house as usual, accompanied by Eli, his right-hand man. They smoke and they chat, clueless about the horror show awaiting them in the near future. Eli is of Dan's age and build, but he has got more scars on his face, which has something to to with him being an ex-cop. And today, Eli once again shares with Dan his story of quiting the force - one day, Carnage broke into their building and made a scene, Eli got trapped around a corner with his superior, who attempted to use him as a meat shield against the rampaging supervillain. Luckily, Spider-Man arrived in time to rescue them both, but the hero was unable to rescue his faith in the system. So he made his exit, joining Kingpin's army. He genuinely believes that what Fisk has done is something great and prosperous. All in a sudden while Dan and Eli chat, a faint explosion sound emerges from afar, followed by a line of smoke emitting into the night sky in the east. Judging from the direction, the explosion has just happened in the vicinity of post 35.

"The fuck ? Another attack from the remaining inner demons ? Or is it from one of those mutant gangs in the east ? " Eli shouts, as he grabs up his rifle, readying to rush there and aid their comrades. Dan, however, calms him down. "Post 35 is guarded by people who are just as professional as us. Attacks from inner demons or mutant syndicates don't usually make a noise like that. They are covert groups afterall. This is either an accident or something bigger. Those at post 35 are more than capable of handling an accident, but if it's something bigger, we too will soon be under attack, so we'd better not leave our post. "

"Roger that boss." Eli nods in agreement, but before he can make another move, his attention is attracted to a man across the street. The man is dressed in a black hood, and appears to be bleeding. "Help me ! Help me ! Some one stabbed me and ran away !" He yells, as he literally crawls towards their spot. "Boss we gotta help this man, he is dying out there ! " Eli shouts, dropping his rifle and rushing to the man's aid. "Wait - " Dan shouts, trying to restrain his friend, but Eli has already dashed out. Eli's experience of being a cop has made saving the helpless one of his basic instincts, and even after becoming a career criminal, this instinct still appears from time to time.

"Are you alright ? " Asks Eli, as he reaches the man, holding him by the arm. "Good sir, I'm more than fine ! " The man suddenly shouts in an unbeat tone, stunning both Eli and Dan. He then lifts his head up, revealing that he is wearing a clown mask. "What's the hell is going on over there ?" Dan asks in confusion, but before Eli can answer, the man swifly draws out a dagger from his sleeves and stabs it into Eli's throat. Blood gushes out as Eli collapses on the ground, eyes fading dark. "One more kill closer to the record of my idol Victor Zsasz ! " The man yells, but before he can advance any further, Dan guns him down.

"Shit. Walker, Etsuko , Sokolov, grab your weapons and get out, we are under attack ! " Dan shouts, as he pounds the door of the watch house, signaling his subordinates to get ready for a war, while he himself quickly ducks behind the stone fence of the house, for two cars dart out of the alley and pulls over on the opposite side of the road, with four more people with clown masks jumping out of each. Dan and his allies have been very lucky so far, for the watch house at post 35 has not been so lucky. The small squad of lunatics assigned by the Joker to attack that building used to work for Garfield Lynns as well. Therefore, they naturally prefers bringing a little bit of pyrotechnics to the fight, and the entire building gets torched in the process, leaving all living beings inside charred. Post 34 and post 43 are currently going through hell as well - thugs who attack those places are armed with miniguns. In addition, at post 39 and post 40, trucks loaded with explosives were blown up at their entrances, while Kingpin's men who survived the blast were put down mercilessly with rifle bullets as they ran for their lives. Post 32, 38 and several others, however, are handling themselves. Only one or two clowns have appeared at these locations so far, and they are all just equipped with small arms.

Returning fire in haste, it doesn't take very long for Dan and his crew to realize that their opponents are not as good as they are. In fact, they are far from good - their aim is way off, their organization is poor and their tactic seems to be nothing more than old-fashioned spray-and-pray. Sokolov, the best marksman under Dan's command, soon bring down two thugs with his shotgun. Signaling his ally with a nod of approval, Dan reloads his submachine gun. Sokolov has always been competent but mysterious. According to the man himself, he escaped from Russia and into the States 5 years ago, because he pissed off a local troublemaker called KGBeast. Rumor has it that this beast fella has connections all over Russia, but Dan doubts its validity - anyway, it's hard to take a name like KGBeast seriously and Dan is sure that he has seen primary school kids applying similar names to their steam accounts.

Right after Sokolov's small success, Dan's team experiences yet another loss, as a shrapnel from a clown's grenade slices into Walker's chest. Dan and the other two are swift enough to duck, but Walker's inexperience seals his fate, as the young man coughs out blood and dies. New to the criminal world, Walker has only comitted a couple of petty crimes of thievery before being recruited to Kingpin's army. He has a little sister who attends a charity school sponsored by Wayne Foundation and Parker Industries. Walker spends most of his earnings from crime buying food and clothes for the girl. The young man has always been well-liked by his team because of his smart quips, and Dan's heart aches as he watches him dying.

Fueled by anger, Dan imparts his team to initiate a wave of counterattack and advance, as the small squad of clowns, who seemingly have just exhausted their ammo after recklessly spraying for minutes, settle behind car doors for reload. Etsuko is the first one to make her move. Estuko is a woman - or a girl, considering Etsuko being in early 20s. She's got the voluptuous body and gorgeous pair of legs of a supermodel. She actually could have become a supermodel herself, had it not been the family tragedy. The Yashida Clan Yakuza murdered her parents and younger brother, for they did not pay a debt on time. She entered the criminal world for revenge. Kingpin's war against other gangs helped her achieve the revenge ealier than expected, and since then had her begun working for the man. Like Walker, Etsuko is inexperienced, but she has skills to compensate for that. Although not well-trained, she's a capable and particularly dirty fighter thanks to activities underground fighting ring, where she has earned the epithet nutcracker. When things go wrong, she solves them with eye-stabbing or a kick to the groin. Dan has witnessed professional boxers getting one-shot by her kick to the vulnerable area.

Launching herself forward dressed in hot pants and bare midriff, Etsuko finds herself face to face with the biggest and most muscular thug. Trying to look intimidating, the man lets out a threatening roar, only for his opponent to finish him instantly with her favorite move. Screaming in pain, the man collapses down, while Etsuko smirks sadistically as she seals her victory with two more cracking stomps - the first one to the crotch to cause pain, the second one to the throat, where the bladed end of her heal sinks into the man's body, killing him. Mocking the man, she raises her pistol for a second kill, only to receive backfire from her inexperience. As it turns out, the man she has taken down pressed a button on his belt when she was busy laughing with his last bit of strength. This action sets off the homemade bomb he has attached to his body, which subsequently blows up Estuko and himself, while injuring another clown near the car.

Capturing the moment as an opportunity, Dan and Sokolov spend little time mourning for Etsuko before they riddle the injured clown with bullets. "One car left. Let's kill these bastards. " Dan shouts, as he quickly approaches the second car. The driver clown grabs up a baseball bat, only to be disarmed by Dan with a move learned from the master martial artist. Grabbing the man by the collar, Dan uses him as a shield as he empties his assault rifle over the three remaining clowns. He's about to reload, when a van, larger than the car, suddenly emerges in the distance. "More of these shit ? " Dan shouts in desperation and frustration, as he sees the clown symbol painted on the van's front. A submachine gun pokes out of the window, and Dan closes his eyes to accept his doom, only to hear another huge explosion.

Opening his eyes, Dan is surprised to find the van being blown into pieces, tires rolling into the green band. "Sokolov, you motherfucker. Damn good job ! " He yells in relief and turns back, finding his last remaining man holding an empty rocket launcher, from which smoke emits, indicating that it has just been fired. "Groin kicks and fist fights ? Come on! " Sokolov jokes, as he raises the launcher and waves it at Dan, "This is how we do it in Mother Russia. "

Waiting for minutes, the duo fail to encounter more enemies, and they decide to return to the watch house and make a phone call to either other watch houses or their boss. Dan lets Sokolov do the job, while he leans on the wall to take a break. Randomly taking a glance around the room, Dan sighs. Personal things that belong to Walker, Etsuko and Eli are still scattered here and there. He finds it hard to believe they are gone. Several hours ago, they were still sitting here, joking and laughing. Eli's sunglasses sit silently on the table, polished and unbroken, still waiting for their owner. Walker's bag of money is safely placed at the corner, awaiting to be delivered to his sister. Many of Etsuko's stuff are littered around the room as well - cosmetics, underwears , photos of her parents and a toy doll. "Wait a second..." Dan suddenly feels alerted.

"Since when did Etsuko start playing with dolls , especially a doll as ugly as the one that currently sits righing in the fucking center of the room. " He thinks.

"Sokolov, get out - " Dan yells, as he jumps out of the room. At the exact same second, the doll opens its mouth. A greenish gas is released from it, quickly filling up the room and engulfing Sokolov, who is busy with the phone and has not yet grasped the situation. He has no choice but to laugh helplessly, as Joker venom invades his brain through his nose, ear and mouth. Blood streaks fill his eyes, as Sokolov kneels down and chuckles uncontrollably, face turning pale. The dying man's laughter is soon joined by a more sinister man's laughter, as a shot is fired, hitting Dan on the leg.

Crawling, Dan sees the Joker walking out of the watch house in his purple tuxedo, pistol in hand. "I guess you are the leader at this little fun house, isn't it ? I gotta tell you, buddy, today is your lucky day. I'm not going to kill you, but I need you to send my message to your boss when you meet him - tell him that me, the clown prince of crime, is in this town, and I don't like him. But if he can let my friends here have their fun, I will go easy on him and leave town immediately. Can you do it for me ? " Says the Joker, in a joyful tone.

"Go fuck yourself, whoever you are." Dan shouts, raising his head and spitting at the clown.

"Defiant ! I like you now, buddy. You don't have to send the mesage now. " Says the Joker,"Instead, you are going to be the mesage. Isn't that wonderful ! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !"

Chapter II : The King's Ransom[]

"A package for you, Mayor Fisk. " The secretary whispers nervously as she quickly exits the office, avoiding any direct eye contact with the furious mastermind.

Frowning, Kingpin stares at the box left by the lady. Last night was a major hit - a lot of his people were caught by surprise and killed, dozens of his watch houses were destroyed. What cheers him up a little bit is the fact that apparently there are more dead clonws out there than dead henchmen of his. The group of thugs that launched the assault were neither martial artists nor sharpshooters. When their element of surprise wears out, his men have been able to regroup and retaliate efficiently, despite lowered morale. Another piece of good news is that several of his men have captured an enemy alive and brought the clown to him. The petty criminal immediately pissed himself the moment he met Fisk. Overwhelmed by the presence of Kingpin's massive body and intimidating gaze, the clown gave out all the information in matter of seconds. He and other clowns were working for a jester-themed, mentally unstable criminal named the Joker, who appeared to be a big name back in where they came from. This "Joker" character is cruel and likes to toy around with his enemies. He also enjoys using joke-themed devices and employs a type of chemical weapon which literally make people laugh to their death. After several more rounds of torture, Kingpin deemed the clown no longer useful and thus snapped the thug's neck with a fraction of his strength.

"Gather all the remaining muscles. Arm them with the best equipment. Tell each and everyone of them that whoever kills the Joker will never have to worry about money for the rest of his life. And warn them don't forget to wear respirators. " Orders Kingpin, through the phone, as he opens the box. He is soon greeted by a strong stench and the head of Daniel Freeman, one of his most trusted employees. Dan's face was badly cut, and a Glasgow grin has been created on it. Crude make-up has also been applied to it so that Dan's face resembles that of a circus clown's.

Enraged once again, Kingpin tossed the box out of the window. The package is an enormous insult to his reputation, and he will not let it pass by easily. The Joker has to be killed in the worst way possible, regardless of what it might take.

Kingpin's elite troops march into streets of the city, massacring every clown that comes into their way. After an entire night of mindless looting and rioting, many of the Joker's thugs have become exhausted. They aimlessly wander down the streets, either intoxicated or high. Naturally, they can't even put up a semi-decent fight as Kingpin's men surround them.

When clowns on the streets have been dealt with, Kingpin's men turn their guns to slums, brothels, night clubs and underground casinos - places where the remaining half of the Joker's men lurk. At these places they shoot indiscriminately and efficiently, bringing down more of the Joker's recruit. Of course, they are met with resistance. At every location, a couple of tougher clowns are able to escape before bringing down a few of Kingpin's hired guns. But in general, the loss for Kingpin is insignificant.

When these tough guys return to the Joker and make their report, the former comedian listens attentively. But when his men finish up and look at him for any solutions, the Joker responds by laughing maniacally as usual. "Just wait, my friends, just wait for the night. " Says the Joker, with a mysterious but confident grin on his face.

Chapter III : A Suicide Squad[]

"After this is done, I'm definitely going to stop working for the Joker. " Sarah thinks, as she leads her men silently towards the Mayor's manor. This is a suicide mission. A lot of odds are stacked against them. But Sarah is fearless of those odds, for she has been through worse. Before she ends up working for the Joker, she used to be an assassin working for the Falcone Family. After Two-face murdered Carmine, Sofia and Mario, she began looking for jobs elsewhere. First she tried to impress the Penguin and the Black Mask, but both turned her down due to their hatred for the Falcones. Then she turned to the wilder side of Batman's rogue gallery and attempted to find employment under one of the Arkham lunatics. The sewers smelt terrible, so Croc was a pass. And she could not bear the constant danger of being used in some sort of weird experimentations, so Scarecrow, Mad Hatter and Mister Freeze were out of consideration as well. She also refused to be turned into fertilizers, so Ivy was an absolute no. Finally, she came to the Joker who surprisingly took her in without hesitation. Fully aware of the psycho's tendency to shoot his own people, Sarah has chosen to remain useful, humble and professional. So far, her attitude has paid off - the Joker pays her well and is willing to entrust her important tasks.

"Stop at the gate. Do not attack until you catch my sign. " Orders the Joker through the mobile phone. "What sign ? " Asks Sarah. "Why don't we keep it as a surprise ? The sign will arrive soon. Don't get too anxious. It'll be a big distraction for the guards. " States the Joker in a light tone.

"KITE MAN HELL YEAH !" A noise echoes from above. Sarah and her men look up to find Charles Brown, another psycho titled Kite Man who serves the Joker, gliding through the night sky and towards the mansion from another direction, tied to his massive, green kite. This instantly attracts attention and gunfire from bodyguards and henchmen below. Quickly realizing that this is the sign the Joker has just mentioned, Sarah and her men begin their assault.

Because several guards that were stationed around the gate ran inside to shoot at the Kite Man, the area around the gate has temporarily become empty, making room for Sarah's mission. The small suicide squad break into the door with ease, taking down two guards that are not fast enough to fight back. Kite Man's corpse falls down and crash-lands in the yard. Several guards run towards it for inspection, but they are quickly disoriented by grenades tossed by Sarah's men, who proceed to break into the building.

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Inside the manor's guest hall, stands Kingpin. Holding a bottle of expensive champagne, Fisk stares solemnly at the painting hanging on the wall in front of him. The woman in the painting stares back at him, with a warm but distant smile. "Vanessa, my darling. Sorry to bother you again. But as you know, everytime I feel troubled, I come here to talk to you. Your smile has always been a gift from heaven. Your eyes bless me with everlasting success. This clown from Gotham has injured my pride. In the day, my men have scorched my city in search of him, but not a single trace has been found. Therefore, here I stand, communicating with you, looking for strength and wisdom. When you are still here, I failed you. So I spent the last few years taking the city as my gift to you. Now this clown from Gotham is trying to destroy my precious gift. I cannot let that happen, for I cannot fail you yet again. " Mutters Fisk, as he takes a sip.

His brief moment of tranquility is cut short, however, by gunshots coming from the main hall. Snatching his cane, the bulky man strides out of the room. "Who dares disturb me at my house ? " He shouts, as he marches down the corridor, kicking aside the corpses of his subordinates. Coming across two clowns, he quickly tear through both with the laser from his cane. A third clown jumps down from above, rifle in hand. Before he can steady his feet, Kingpin knocks him off balance with the cane. Lifting the man up with ease, Fisk chuckles as he grabs the thug by the neck, literally crushing the throat with his peak-human strength. "Weak and worthless. " Kingpin roars, as he pushes back the offense of the Joker's army single-handedly, burning holes on more clowns as he approaches the mansion gate. At the same time, his men outside have recovered from the shock and managed to take down clowns that have not been fast enough to enter the building.

Smashing yet another clown's head with his cane, Fisk delivers a heavy punch to the last one remaining, sending him tumbling down the stairs. "Pathetic." He comments, as he takes aim with the cane, torching the thug. A sharp pain strikes his back all in a sudden. Turning back, he sees Sarah standing firmly, a blood-stained sword in hand. "You focus too much on fighting the distractions to notice the real deal here." The assassin says, calmly. "I have stabbed deep enough with the sword. According to normal rules, a man with that large of a wound should've been dead, but given your size, it's not surprising to see you still hanging on. But you are weakened and disoriented. Now, why don't we make it easier ? You stay come and accept your fate, then I'll grant you with a quick a painless death. " Sarah raises the sword, readying to behead Fisk.

To her terror, however, Kingpin instantly grabs at her sword. Pressing it hard, Fisk breaks it into two parts before Sarah can react. "I am the Kingpin. I am the anomaly. I make the rules here ! " He shouts as he grabs Sarah by the waist, lifting her up. Sarah struggles in vain, as the grip gets tighter. She finds it hard to breath. Her opponent, although mere human, possesses strength that is nearly superhuman, and she has severely underestimated it. A rib has been broken by the pressure, and Sarah feels the pain. But before she senses more broken bones, her mind suddenly blanks out. A bullet pierces her head from behind.

With Sarah's blood splattered on his forehead, Kingpin discards the lifeless body of the woman, only to find the Joker, pistol in hand, looking at him. "You know, it pains me a lot to kill lady Sarah here. She has been really helpful. But she sometimes doesn't know her place. I only ordered her to attack the building, but I didn't order her to kill you. She is merely a distraction here. If she does more than she is asked for, she will ruin the run we are having here, don't you agree Mr. Fisk ? " The Joker asks politely. "What exactly are you plotting ?" The big man asks in suspicion.

"Well, Mr. Fisk, I am not plotting anything. I was merely watching you for fun. I saw you talking to that painting back there. Who is the lady ? Is she your wife ? Is she your mom ? Or is she just a fraction of your personality - the little monster inside you ? One of my friends back in Gotham does this kind of talking too, but he talks to a dummy instead, HA ! "

"You think you're funny ? You think this is some kind of joke ? HOW DARE YOU !" The Kingpin shouts, as he quickly launches himself forward, lifting up the clown.

"Whoa, whoa, hold it there mister - I don't mean to anger you like that, we can still have fun, just answer my question- " The Joker shouts, both jokingly and desperately. The Kingpin ignores the mad man's words and simply throws him at the window. The Joker screams in pain as he falls out.

When the Kingpin calms down and rushes to the window to check for dead body, he finds the ground below empty. Look like the dionesium inside the psychopath has allowed the Joker to cheat death for yet another time.

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"Look, granted that half of Kingpin's men are either dead or on the verge of mental breakdown, the fact is that most of your men are gone, there's no way you're going to kill Kingpin and all of his remaining elite soldiers on your own. "

"Stay positive, Marty. I know your name has a 'negative' in it, but it doesn't mean you have to be a pessimistic whiner all the time."

"Then with all due respect, Joker, please enlighten me with a plan. "

"It's very simple. Most of Kingpin's men work for him because they fear or respect him. Once he is gone, they will not fight as hard because their paycheck is gone. So all I have to do is take down the Kingpin. I have already come up with a plan to torment him, tear down his psych so that he will let his guard down and get killed. But I need a bit of addtional information to get it done. My remaining boys have already captured one of his guards. The man refused to talk initially, but after we force him through a series of 'body modification' he finally gives up. He's willing to say everything now. Before I go to him, I figure that you might also know something about it. So may I ask you a question, Li ?"

"What is it ?"

"Does Mister Fisk have a friend named Vanessa ?"

Chapter IV : The Killing Joke[]

It's been a week since the Joker's first wave of attack, and it appears that Mr.Fisk is getting closer to the result he desires. With more clowns being taken down or captured day after day, the offense from the enemy has been reduced to small robberies and random ambushes. Although the Joker remains to be found, his organization has already been damaged gravely. It is a matter of time before his eventual demise.

However, a sudden report of an organized assault intrigues the Kingpin. According to his men in the street, a group of heavily-armed clowns have launched an attack at post 90, which is located in a remote part of the city. Nothing of great significance exists in the post's vicinity - no major firearm storage facilities, residential areas or traffic centers. These clowns are so well-equipped that even when soldiers from other posts close to it arrive, they find it hard to dispel them and call for assistance from the mayor's office. Utterly confused by the situation, the Kingpin is about to brush it off as a desperate but futile attempt to turn the table made by his enemy when he abruptly comes to the realization that, while there's no denying nothing significant for his criminal empire is located around that post, something that is extremely important to himself on a personal level does sit near it. Ravencroft Cemetery, the place where his beloved Vanessa is buried, is not far from the post. Vanessa, when she was alive, had not been entirely pleased with his criminal endeavors and had urged him to quit the game on multiple occasions. Therefore, after her unfortunate death, the Kingpin decides to keep his criminal activities far away from where she lies to give her some peace out of love and respect. And that's why very few guards have been stationed at such a remote place.

"HOW DARE YOU ! Nobody can mess with my love, my Vanessa, nobody !" He roars in rage and frustration, literally smashing the desk apart. Quickly gathering most of his trusted subordinates in the building, the King sets off to rescue his love. By the time they arrive, the clowns have escaped, leaving behind a trial of bodies. It seems that the Joker has provided them with everything he could obtain, literally arming them to their teeth. Quickly rushing to Vanessa's grave, Fisk finds it ransacked already - the coffin has been unearthed, and the body inside is missing. What's worse ? Judging from the marks left by the grave robbers, the event is not a recent one. Someone has already stolen the body before the gang arrived - this is further evidenced by the fact that the keeper of this cemetery has been gased with Joker venom and died for at least two days. The clown must have found this place and made his move sneakily.

"Then what's the goal of the most recent attack ? Is this just some kind of joke ? Once my men find the clown, his death must not be a quick one. I will personally torture him, until he gives back the body Vanessa. Then I will drop him into savage land." The Kingpin wonders, on his way back to the office. The moment he enters the building, he knows something has gone wrong. Guards, secretaries and janitors - everyone inside is dead, with their face shaded in pale and their mouths twisted aside in a painful expression of laughter. So, the Kingpin shivers, but not because of these dreadful scenes. In the center of the mainhall, a chair has been placed, on which sits the decayed body of a woman. Although it has been forced to don a jester's constume and a crude make-up has been applied to its face, Kingpin is still able to recognize his deceased wife.

"Vanessa ?" He shouts, rushing towards the chair. "Boss, I highly advice against - " A thug attempts to block him from approaching the body, but Kingpin easily tosses him aside - seeing his lover's body being humiliated in such a way has temporarily made him lose his composure.

"What have they done to you ! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU !" The big man roars, tears forming in his eyes, as he attempts to wipe out the make-up, and it is at this exact moment, the corpse's mouth opens, triggering the release of Joker gas that has been stored in a canister and installed inside the body. The gas is sprayed straight onto Fisk's face.

"No, no, it can't be, my Vanessa - ,heh, heh, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! " The Kingpin laughs hysterically, dropping his cane, collapsing alongside the body of his wife. Lying on the floor, he struggles momentarily, shaking and twising his body like a boar caught in a beartrap. His remaining men stand dumbfounded and watch in horror, as their boss's laughter gradually settles down, leaving behind only a massive chunk of dead meat.

"Guess I've got the amount correctly. Killing a man like Mr.Fisk naturally requires a bit more in that canister. " The Joker opens the door of the mayor's office on the second floor and walks out with his remaining soldiers. Kingpin's men raise their guns, but they soon drop them, as the Joker toss down several suitcases of dollars obtained from Fisk's various vaults.

"Now all of you work for me ! " Says the clown prince of crime. Raising his pistol, the Joker pulls the trigger as usual, expecting to show his new employers the flag with the word "bang" written on it coming out of the muzzle. But something sharp pierces his palm, forcing him to drop the weapon and groan. "Still loyal to Mr. Fisk, then the joke's on you ! HA ! " He smirks, but before he can make another move, his smile freezes, for after regaining balance, he has found out what has hit him. The small object does not come from below, instead, it has been launched at him from the window - it is a batarang.

Winner : The Joker

Epilogue : Federal Man[]

"Kraven, please don't tell me that you are satisfied with this. I know you are a man who enjoys challenges and the thrill of the hunt. After you received this house, your life have been devoid of those things. "

"I'm still hunting, Kingpin. But you are right, the thrill is gone. Repeatedly tracking down and killing the champawat tiger out of boredom is quite a let down from what I used to accomplish. "

"I have an offer for you, hunter. An offer can bring back the thrill of the hunt. As you might have heard about, a man who calls himself the Joker has humiliated me severely, and his actions lead to my current, far from perfect housing condition. He is a frequent visitor of this pub named Dark Side Club. If you help me kill and humilate that man, I will reward you with the thrill. Although I have been here for a short period of time, by chance I have managed to possess the location of an apex predator - something worthy for your hunt. If you can deal with this clown person, I will lead you to the predator. " States the Kingpin, little does he realize the storm his little offer will end up creating.

Special Note : This battle takes place prior to events of Darkseid Elite vs. Black Order and Doctor Octopus vs. Mister Freeze.

Expert's Opinion[]

Although the Kingpin and his men are obviously better trained and more professional, the Joker's experience, intelligence and creativity eventually steal the victory. The Kingpin, at the end of the day, is still an organized crime leader who craves power and money - limited by human ambition, while the Joker is an agent of chaos whose tactics leave Kingpin's organization psychologically unprepared.

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