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Battle vs. Rorschach (by CuchulainSetanta)[]

Punisher is on the third floor of a building under construction, setting up his M60 to overlook the ground floor. Rorschach enters, and Punisher takes aim at his target. As he is about to fire, Rorschach sees the moonlight glint off the gun, and dodges just as Punisher opens fire. He runs into a covered stairwell, and heads up just as Punisher's gun jams. Punisher curses and takes out his M4A1 before heading down to the second floor to finish the job.

Rorschach warily walks through the girders, but fails to see Punisher watching him from behind a pile of sandbags. The vigilante readies his garrote, and, as Rorschach walks in front of the bags, jumps out and puts the garrote around Rorschach's neck. Rorschach struggles with his attacker, but can't pull the garrote away. He desperately grabs his grapple gun, and quickly fires it into Punisher's chest. The grappling hook lodges in Punisher's body armor, and causes him to drop the garrote. He tries to pull the hook out, and looks up to see that Rorschach has brought out a can of hairspray and a match. Rorschach sprays Punisher with his makeshift flamethrower, distracting him long enough to flee. Punisher beats out the remaining flames and heads after him.

Rorschach makes it up to the third floor, and grabs a power saw off a sawhorse as he hears Punisher coming up behind him. Punisher opens fire with his M4A1, but Rorschach dodges the bullets as he starts up the saw. He charges Punisher and takes a swing, but Punisher blocks it with his gun, then counters with a kick. Rorschach drops the saw, and pulls out his butcher knife. Punisher also draws his knife, and the two start exchanging blows. Rorschach starts to get the upper hand, and slashes at Punisher's chest, but the armor holds. Punisher retaliates by slashing Rorschach's own, unarmored chest, before circling behind him and thrusting his knife into Rorschach's neck. He pats Rorschach's cheek a few times to make sure he's dead, wipes the blood off his knife, and leaves.

Winner: Punisher

Expert's Opinion[]

Rorschach may be terrifying to simple thugs, but a heavily-armed war veteran is another matter entirely. Punisher, on the other hand, is used to taking on equally skilled opponents on a regular basis. One of the voters said it best when they said "training triumphs over hatred."

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The battle has been declared unfair for Rorschach because of the Punisher's vast arsenal of firearms.

Battle vs. Joker (DC Comics) (by Elgb333)[]

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


Arkham Asylum: 1:00 am

Freezing chills was being felt throughout Gotham that night as snowing from the “ber” months ravaged the city. But one place, Arkham Asylum, was keeping itself warm as fire engulfed the building and the embers glistened in the night sky. The people inside weren’t keeping themselves warm from the snow using chimneys or heaters; they were literally being burned alive inside that godforsaken place.

There was another breakout from one of the Asylum’s most dangerous occupants, and this one left almost half of the institution burning like a bonfire in the dark. The firefighters did their best to put out the flames in the left wing and succeeded, but now the frantic efforts by the paramedics to retrieve the charred remains of everyone that was trapped inside was underway. Another normal night for Arkham Asylum it seems.

But unbeknownst to the firefighters, the doctors, police and others mourning their losses, one visitor would soon change this “normal” routine. He parked his car several yards away from the carnage, pretending that it was abandoned. But inside, Frank Castle, or the Punisher as he’s called, watched the whole aftermath of the destruction from afar. People might think that this vigilante was too late for the show, but in truth he was never there to save anyone, he was just there to punish.

In the next morning, the destruction has died down and everyone besides the remaining staff and police have left. The left wing of the Asylum was badly burned, but the institution as a whole was still intact. Punisher observed that even with the damage, the institution was still operational with the staff relocating the patients to rooms that were untouched by the fire. Not minding the acrid smell of smoke that was in the air, they need to find a better place to put these people than in this charcoal grill. But for now the institution still stands suffice.

Without any further delay, the Punisher grabbed his vest, black jacket and his big black duffel bag and went inside. He stealthily walked inside the corridors, careful not to get noticed by anyone. As he walked, there were still bodies that remained glued and barbecued to the floor due to the fire. The sight of the carnage should be nothing new for the Punisher, but there was just something in the corpses that caught his eyes. He knows what a person’s face look like when they burn to death since he himself is a propagator of such acts from time to time. But the faces in these burned victims were not of pain and anguish as he would have normally seen, instead their faces were smiling and happy. Whoever did this, the Punisher thought, must have some kind of sick humor to do such a thing. A kind of sin that he would love to punish.

As Punisher went inside the control room, he heard arguments and voices that echoed from the door. He stopped, waited first and listened.

“Damn you Bats. All this death and destruction and you still in favor of apprehending that bastard alive?”

“I’m not like him Cash. We’re not like him.”

“Don’t you damn speak to me like you know me or him. For years I basbysitted that psychopath’s ass for you so I know him better than you do. And I’m telling you, for the people he has killed and the people he’ll be killing in the future, you need to stop him… permanently. End him Batman, please.”

The Punisher heard no reply. The other fellow kept a stoic silence.

“Very well. If that’s what you’re gonna do. Then you’re not gonna expect any help from me.”

“Please Cash. There are things that you know that can help us track him down. I need you to give it to me before he does anything else.”

“Fuck you Batman. Fuck you both. From now on, never address me as your ally. What I know, I will give to the police, or anyone else that would do the job better than you.”

There was a moment of silence again, and then the other fellow said, “You’ll give it to me soon. I know you’ve been through a lot last night but what you need is rest, not vengeance. Don’t do anything stupid. If you don’t want to see me as an ally Cash, you won’t like to see me as an enemy either.”

Then the Punisher saw in the window swing by a frightening black silhouette. He’s heard of this man before, this Batman, and this Goth banger was far from the colorful do-gooders back in his own town. He’s never seen anything like him back in New York, and seeing him glide by mysteriously gave him goosebumps, which confused him. There was just something about that Bat Guy that Punisher can feel he had similarities with.

With the coast clear, Punisher entered the room and there he saw one of the staff members, a one-handed African-American security officer by the name of Aaron Cash. The man was broken, sitting in a stool in the center of room with his head bowed down and his hands covering his face.

Punisher walked in front of him and comforted the man. Cash looked up and the first thing he saw was that big white skull. “I’ve never seen that symbol before. You’re not from around here are ya, tourist?” With that statement, Punisher knew that this guy’s no stranger to meeting costumed vigilantes, so he had no trouble getting straight to the point.

“I am here to clean up the mess of this city,” the Punisher said. “You know where to find the guy that did this to your building. If you can give me that information, I’ll take him down for you.”

“You’re gonna do it? You’re finally gonna kill that son of a bitch?”

“Damn right. I’m gonna do the job that the other guy can’t do.”

Cash’s eyes started to flow with tears as he tried to wipe them. He was slightly overjoyed with this, and being both hopeful and desperate, he smiled at the Punisher and said, “My man.”

He then took out a paper and a pencil and scribbled down an address. He folded it and gave it to the Punisher saying, “I heard from one of his drunken goons the place where that clown will be safehousing. I don’t know much about what I heard, but he mentioned about a block and a lot which I’ve written there. It’s not that much but…”

“This will do,” Punisher said before putting the paper in his vest. He then left Cash and started walking around the burned room, touching the walls, smelling the air and feeling the sorrow this place had to go through. He imagined the slaughter, the pain and the sufferings that the victims felt before finally biting the dust. He visualized the kind of maniac, the kind of monster, which would do something like this. He needed to boil his blood, and build up enough rage and anger that he’ll be needing for this fight.

Cash stood up, wiped the remaining tears off his face, and asked, “But you’re a tourist right? Do you know who you’re dealing with here?”

“I heard of stories of this asshole. None of it were pretty. But when the men in tights aren’t doing anything, that’s where I step in.”

The Punisher then opened his duffel bag, and Cash’s eyes widely opened as he grabbed a large SAW machine gun. “Your superheroes aren’t doing anything. Which is the same in my town. They just lock up the loons and leave and they escape again and kill more and more. It’s a never ending cycle and I plan to stop it.”

He then prepped the machine gun in his shoulder and looked at Cash’s eyes for the last time. “I’m going to the holding cells. That’s where all the psychopaths your hero’s been collecting are held, right?”

Cash nodded, and with that signal, the Punisher went to the cells. Then, the peace that Arkham Asylum had finally achieved soon disappeared as shots and screams were heard in the cells. The Punisher went from cell to cell, murdering all the freaks that were still alive to do their bidding for the devil. He shot and ripped them all. Some of them begged and some of them laughed but the Punisher didn’t care.

One of them was a big obese man with a top hat and a monocle who spoke like a true gentlemen; offering the Punisher this and that but was basically begging for his life. The Punisher didn’t listen and he liposunctioned that fatso with his machine gun. There was also another one with the coin and the two faces, and the Punisher happily remodeled his face evenly for free. There was also this pedophilic short man with a hat, and the Punisher had no problem blowing his head off so that he won’t be able to wear any hats anymore. Present also was the infamous serial killer with all the tallies of his victims carved in his skin, but the Punisher’s bullets shredded it so much that there were zero spaces to carve no more. Then there was this crazy clown lady who kept crying for his “pudding”, but the Punisher turned her into pudding instead. Another freak wearing a Pig Face begged for his life as the Punisher unloaded on him, and funny thing is that he made him squeal like an actual pig. There was also this crazy old man who was said to be taking orders from a puppet, but the Punisher sent him to hell so that he can take orders from Satan instead.

Some of the inmates tried to get away, like that big crocodile man who almost succeeded in bending the bars of his cell to escape. But the Punisher offered him a better way to finally leave it once and for all with his SAW. There were also others such as this plant lady, some arsonist with a flame fetish, an anarchist kid, a big mutated bat, and some weird ones like a rapier wielding cavalier guy and a hilariously lame Greek god wannabe. All of them fell instantly and painfully from the Punisher’s gun.

When the noise finally died down, Cash nervously limped his way into the holding cells. He saw all the murdered supervillains, all dead, ripped to shreds and splattered in their cells. The Punisher was nowhere to be seen. The Batman wasted decades trying to catch and bag these people and this guy came here and finished the whole problem in just a few minutes. Cash doesn’t know if he’s done the right thing or not anymore.


Gotham Harbor: 10:00

In the opposite side of Gotham lies its magnificent harbor. The docks has always been the most peaceful place in the city, the lifeline of the people, but every night it is also where Gotham’s most devious citizens hang out. But tonight, it became under the control of the most devious of them all, the most infamous criminal in Gotham’s history, the clown prince of crime named the Joker.

After his brutal escape from his “vacation place” in Arkham Asylum last night, Joker and his goons took refuge in the docks, turning one of its warehouses into their safehouse. While the henchmen were there sitting down, readying their guns and waiting for any orders to be given, the Joker was busy planning and calculating his next big prank for the Batman.

“Hahahahah-hehehhehe,” the Joker laughed as he busily scratched and scribbled on his drawing board. “Isn’t this place peaceful, the fresh salty air filling our lungs, the humming breeze keeping us relaxed, no filthy cops or men in tights to disturb us. Isn’t this the life?”

“Damn right, sir,” one of the goons replied. His words suddenly got the whole place quieter. The other goons looked at him in awe and surprise, and the Joker stopped what he was doing and slowly turned towards him. The other henchmen couldn’t believe that this guy had the guts to actually talk back to this monster. They slowly stood far away from him, isolating the poor man, while staying still and ready. This gave the guy the goosebumps, for he knew that he messed up and he regretted it as he tried to control his shaking and sweating.

But for some reason, the Joker replied to him with a friendly smile. “Yes it is. I like a guy who can appreciate some of the good things in life. But you do know that we’re not here for the good, only the bad, right?”

The other guy nodded, and Joker jumped from his chair and approached him. Putting his hands on his cheeks, the Joker slowly caresses the nervous man saying, “Peace feels good right? You said so yourself. So much peace. It makes people happy. It makes Gotham happy. Isn’t this the life?”

But before the henchman can reply, the Joker suddenly went volatile, snapped the guy’s neck like a twig and shouted, “BUT I HATE PEACE! I HATE IT! HATE IT! HATE IT! I AM THE AGENT OF CHAOS! I LOVE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION! AND I FUCKING HATE PEACE!!!!!”

The Joker then drew his tommy gun and opened fire on all sides of the warehouse, hitting and killing every one of his goon inside. They all fell down dead with their eyes still open and their mouths still in an eternal gasp of surprise, and the Joker just laughed and relish in the small carnage he caused.

“Now this is the life… or death… whichever you guys preferred AHAHAHAHAHA,” The Joker laughed. “Ain’t I a stinker?”

As the Joker was going to return to his drawing board, the door of the warehouse slowly opened. The Joker turned and aimed his tommy gun at it saying, “Ooooh someone’s here to visit?”

Outside the door stood a large muscular man with a big skull in his chest and a ton of pent up rage: The Punisher himself. “I’m not a visitor nor am I your friend, creep.”

As the two stood at each other in a standoff while the blood from the dead goons flowed through the floor, the Punisher yelled at Joker,” I could have killed you with a single RPG through this house. Or a shot from a rifle, or a spray from a sixty. But I’m here cause I wanna see you face to face, and you did a really dumb move killing all your men. They coulda given you a better chance against me.”

“Big words Mr. Tough Guy,” the Joker replied. “But visiting time is over and no solicitors! HAHAHAHAHAH!” he said before opening fire at the Punisher with his tommy gun.

The tiny .45 ACP bullets only bounced off from the Punisher’s Kevlar vest as he stood his ground and kept a murderous look at the Joker. He then responded by drawing his dual Mac-10s and spraying the whole house. The Joker danced and stumbled comically while dodging the bullets, yelling “Yikes!” in a cartoonish fashion before he dove through a window to avoid being peppered by more bullets.

“You’re not getting away from me you freak!” the Punisher said before busting through the window himself. But to his surprise, the Joker appears out of nowhere and, using his crowbar, knocked out his guns. The Joker then drew his revolver and pointed it at the Punisher’s head, making him pause.

“You’re not like one of those costumed freaks, are you? You actually tried to do me in? I’ve never, I mean I haven’t met anyone who… DAMN! This is weird, very new, and really breathtaking. HAHAHAHAH I LIKE IT! I’M GONNA LOVE YOU BOY! YOU REALLY LIVE… UP TO YOUR NAME…”

The Punisher said nothing, only staring at him with anger. But when the Joker pulled the trigger, a BANG! flag came out instead of a bullet. The Punisher looked in surprise but the Joker just laughed, “HAHAHAHAHAH GOT YA THERE!”

This made the Punisher laugh himself, “Hahahahaha, you fucking idiot.” He then grabbed his twin pistols and shot the Joker in the gut. The force pushed the Joker down on the ground, but as he was clutching his bleeding abdomen, all he did was laugh at the pain with tears flowing in his eyes. “Filthy degenerate,” The Punisher said as he tried to shoot the Joker again. But before can do so the Joker fired his revolver and the Bang! Flag flew and hit the Punisher in the leg, right in the femoral artery.

As the blood started to gush out and the Punisher yelling in pain, the Joker gets up and wiped his own blood on his cheeks saying, “Let’s dance more, tough guy.” Unsheathing a knife, he stabbed the crippled Punisher in the shoulder, digging it right through his collar bone as deep as he can. The Punisher, in a rush of adrenaline, grabbed the Joker and flung him to the side like a ragdoll. The Joker’s body landed in a loud thud while comically yelling “Ouch!” This gave the Punisher enough time to get back up and ready his own Ka-Bar knife.

“Dammit Frank, you can’t underestimate this guy. You’ve done two mistakes already so get your head out of your ass,” The Punisher said to himself. The Joker quickly grabbed his crowbar back and rushed towards Frank, swinging it like a metallic club. But the Punisher shoulder-blocked him away and using his Ka-bar knife, sliced some of the Joker’s digits, which made him drop his weapon. He then tried to plunge the knife right into the Joker’s chest.

However, the Joker caught his attack and as the two struggled holding each other in a lock, the Joker again started laughing, “So you came all the way here to see me? Well, people here always say that meeting me is… electrifying!” The Joker then unleashed his joybuzzers while holding the Punisher’s arms as tight as he can. The electric attack ran from the vigilante’s hand before zapping all throughout his body.

The electrocution was so severe that the Punisher was forced to let go, and he fell to the ground shouting in pain. The Joker jumped on top of him and he pushed his hands on the Punisher’s face, electrocuting him with all the twin buzzers’ might. The Joker laughed as he did so and the Punisher can almost feel his brain melting, his eyes smoking and him uncontrollably pissing from the attack.

With all his strength, the Punisher got out of the Joker’s hold and punched him as hard as he can in his face, breaking both his nose and his jaw. The Joker flew off of him from that punch, and the Punisher continued to convulse and shout in anguish on the ground; the pain flowing and paralyzing his whole body.

The Joker himself manage to get back on his feet and started limping away, cursing with his broken jaw. He managed to fix it using his own hands, but he had just enough of the whole damn fight. As he slowly limped away from the fight, he looked back at the Punisher who was already getting back on his feet himself. “Damn you! I was going to save this for my dear buddy Bats! But you leave me no choice! Now you’ve just ruined our date night!”

The Punisher smirked, “Gee, I’m sorry. Hehehehe!”

The Joker then suddenly sprinted towards another, much larger abandoned warehouse in the docks, and the Punisher continued to give chase.

Punisher prepared his M16 rifle as he entered the dark warehouse. The Joker seemed to have dissolved into the darkness, and it was getting difficult tracking him down in this weird place that looked a large industrial warehouse from the outside, but looked like a makeshift carnival in the inside. The sick bastard must have remodeled the place for his amusement. But the Punisher knew that all these gimmicks are hiding some sinister traps in store.

Then all of a sudden, the spotlights that littered this tiny cinema beamed on Frank Castle. Blinded by the light, the Punisher had to hold his hand above to cover his face. The lights were then followed by sweet carnival music, before being followed by the Joker’s evil voice.

“Welcome to the madhouse, Punisher!” the Joker said.

The Punisher aimed his M16 rifle all over the dark place trying to locate that voice. “Guess you’re not the only one who made your homework. I’ve head of you too, Mr. Frank Castle. AKA The Punisher. What you did in Arkham Asylum was... beautiful. Exquisitely beautiful."

The Joker continued, " But you’re a long way from New York, Mr. Castle. Why? Don’t you miss your family back home? Oh wait, they’re dead, aren’t they? Hahahaha! Well… maybe at least you miss their corpses buried underground?! HAHAHAHA!”

“Shut up…” The Punisher said visibly pissed as he ran throughout the room trying to locate the Joker. The brightly colored lights suddenly started to blink on, and the rides like the merry go rounds and the small roller coasters started to run. Worse, all the music and themes were being played continuously in a loop, creating a painful psychedelic feel to the place. The whole room turned from an abandoned living space for hobos, into a creepy sadistic mind breaking madhouse.

“Face it Frank Castle, you let your own family die…” the Joker said. And as the Punisher tried to locate him, a trapdoor suddenly opened under his feet and he almost fell into a pool that was being electrocuted by live cable wires. The Punisher managed to hang on before pulling himself up.

“You let them die. You’re supposed to be soldier, risking your life so that others can live. And yet you failed to save your own family. Worse, you saved your own life instead. Even for me I think that’s cold and selfish.”

When the Punisher tried to get back on his feet, a huge pendulum axe suddenly fell from the walls and almost cut him in half. Punisher managed to dodge out of the way, but then knives from the ceiling shot itself onto him. While some of it buried deep in his back, none of them were fatal for the Punisher. It did caused him some pain as he tried to pull them out, but he nonetheless continued his search with now a bleeding back.

The Joker continued playing his mind games, “You and me are the same. Just one bad day turned us into monsters. Don’t think of yourself any better, we’ve all had our shares of killing to the max. We’re all freaks Frank. MONSTERS! KILLERS! DESTROYERS! Remember Jigsaw? Microchip? Stevie? Or maybe GW Bridge? ALL DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU IN THE BLOODIEST SHIT IMAGINABLE! YOU AND I, ARE IN ESSENCE… THE SAME!”

“Fuck you! I’m not like you!” the Punisher yelled in anger as empties his magazine all throughout the building. Mind games were something that Frank Castle has tolerated many times before, but this time, the clown got him overpowered.

And then suddenly, out of nowhere, a gigantic ballista shot a large arrow bolt towards the Punisher. It embedded itself on his Kevlar vest, piercing right through his left hip, and drawing large amounts of blood. The Punisher managed to slowly yank it away, but his punctured Kevlar vest was of no use anymore. But before he can recover, rifle shots popped from out of the darkness. Frank managed to dodge them but he can hear the echoing sounds of the clown’s laughter in the dark.

The Joker continued to blindly open fire on him, but the Punisher was no slouch to gunfights and he quickly dodged them all while returning some of his own at the darkness. As the two fired at each other back and forth, taking turns trying to fire tracer shots and accurate shots in the hopes of them hitting their targets in the dark, the Punisher carefully tried to pinpoint where the Joker’s laugh was coming from. If he can locate the laugh, he can probably locate the Joker. He doesn’t have to hold out for too long as he’s almost pinpointed the exact location of his laugh. “Yeah continue laughing, freak. I got you now,” the Punisher thought.

More rifle shots continued to burst from where the Punisher thought the Joker was hiding. After dodging another series of bursts from Joker’s assault rifle, the Punisher finally saw his target. He aimed his rifle and opened fire on a silhouette of a human holding a gun in the dark. Afterwards he heard a loud thud that sounded like a corpse dropping, and the deranged laughter finally stopped. It seemed that he finally nailed that bastard, but he had to make sure so he slowly approached the darkness with the barrel of his rifle in front of him. Grabbing a flashlight, he flashed the location where he saw the silhouette. He found no corpse or body, but what he found instead caused him to sigh heavily in disappointment and fear.

“Crap,” he said as he was standing in front of a clown sex doll holding an assault rifle that he mistook for the Joker. He fell for one stupid trap that only idiots would have fall for. He fell for it like a greenie.

But when he took another glimpse of the doll, he noticed that the bullet holes were leaking green gas that was quickly spreading everywhere. He looked down from where he was standing and there he saw a large green mist that had already spread and covered the whole floor. As he slowly backed away, the mist has now started to float up towards the Punisher’s face.

Not taking any chances, the Punisher retreated back to the main entrance. He’s heard of this green gas before, this dangerous Joker Venom that was the trademark calling card of that freak. And the Punisher felt stupid yet again for just standing there and being too late to deduce what it was.

He’s already feeling the effects of the venom as it touched and sear his skin. He felt the burns and the boils already twitching in his hide, and he can feel his face contorting and his eyes watering like crazy. He tried to put on a gasmask that he prepared for the fight, but suddenly the Joker tackled him from the darkness and threw his mask away. As the two wrestled each other on the floor, the Joker wrapped his hands around the Punisher’s neck and started to choke him while the green gas started to creep towards the latter’s face.

“Breath it in Punisher. Breathe… it… in! I promise ya’, it will make the pain go away,” the Joker taunted. The Punisher tried his best to struggle off the Joker’s grasp. If the smoke doesn’t kill him, the Joker can choke him to death or snap his neck. The Punisher tried and tried to get away in panic. He punched, kicked and elbowed the clown but he held him tightly like a vice grip.

As the green gas finally started touching his nostrils, the Punisher, in a fit of desperation, yelled in rage, “NOOOOOOOOO!” and successfully kicked the Joker off of him. He covered his nose and tried to crawl away, but he can now feel his lips stiffening and giggles coming out of his mouth.

The Joker just laughed on the ground while trying to get back up. Laughing and stumbling like a drunk as he freely breathes in the green atmosphere, he watched as the Punisher desperately crawled away. The Joker danced and pranced like a king, feeling that he had won.

But the Punisher slowly got back up, with wobbling legs and his hands wrapping his face. The Joker looked at him and smiled, ready to see just how this sad big guy can laugh. But to his surprise the Punisher looked at him, not in laughter or even a small smile, but only with anger and rage. His eyes watering, his mouth twitching as he tried not to laugh, his skin burning and corroding, the Punisher still stood up tall and faced the Joker.

“You really… are one hard cold man Frank,” the Joker said now with a frown on his face. “You really have no sense of humor. But it’s okay, give time and you will fall from my venom.”

“Ain’t got nothing in my life to make me happy no more, clown. And that’s why you’re humor ain’t gonna work, and hence why you’re gonna lose,” the Punisher said before charging at the Joker with his fists. The Joker grabbed another knife from his belt and slashed at the Punisher, managing to draw blood from his chest. But the Punisher felt nothing and punched the clown straight in the gut. He then follows up with a large hook to his left temple. The Joker, with ears ringing, desperately tried to make another slash, but the Punisher caught his hand, and drawing his Ka-bar knife, hacked his hand multiple time until it was completely chopped off.

The Joker fell on his knees clutching his stump and yelling in pain, “Gyaaaaeeeeaarghh!” Punisher stood up towering over the Joker. The battle was over, and finally feeling that he had won, the Punisher grabbed the Joker’s green hair and hoisted his head like a doll. “Wanna hear a Joke, freak?”

“Fuck you…” the Joker said still trying to put up a laugh during his impending demise. The Punisher can only smirk, “What does a cellophane tearing itself apart sounds like?” “What? HAHAHAHAHA!”

“This…” the Punisher said before putting the knife on Joker’s neck and slicing his throat cleanly, the silent sound of flesh being ripped apart can be faintly heard by the two. The Joker gasped his final breath as his mouth started to vomit blood, before going down. He finally died while twitching like a fish on his own pool of blood. The Punisher spat on Joker’s dead corpse, then leaving before the gas can cause any real effects on him. He limped away into the night, finally relieving the city form years of torment and fear.


Gotham Harbor: 7:00 AM

Morning finally came and shed light to the darkness of the docks. The light showed the carnage and brutality that happened last night, and Gotham Central was there to do what they’ve always been good at: cleaning the mess of these freaks. Commissioner Gordon, Harvey Bullock and Rene Montoya were there studying the scene of the crime. They’ve been through these kinds of gruesome crimes before, but this one was very special for them, for this was the crime scene where the Joker himself was the victim.

They took turns looking and staring at Joker’s corpse, who still had that smile on his face even though his head was almost decapitated and only his spine attaching it to his body. They couldn’t believe that it is the Joker, but deep inside they were in some way, hoping that it is.

Then from the ceiling, Batman landed in front of him. The other policemen were surprised and bolted out of the warehouse at the mere sight of the Bat, but the other three just looked at him like it was nothing more than an occasional visit from a friend.

The Commissioner put away his pipe and asked, “You really think that this is him? That this monster is finally dead?”

Batman nodded, “Yes Jim. It’s him. I ran him on every test that I have and I can confirm that… truly… that is him.”

“Case closed then,” Harvey said before turning his back to walk off.

“No, not yet,” The Batman said. “We need to find who did this. I’ve already talked to Cash, and I found out that it was him who divulged the information of Joker’s whereabouts, this warehouse, to someone. He gave me a description but it won’t…”

“Seriously?” Rene Montoya interrupted him. “You’re gonna bring justice to this freak? He doesn’t deserve any after what he had done over the years.”

The Batman only gave her a serious stare as a reply, but Rene was adamant. “How many did this asshole has killed? How many boy sidekicks did he killed for you Bats? How many daughters had he crippled? Wives and husbands that he killed? HOW MANY BATS? THIS MURDER ITSELF IS JUSTICE!”

“No,” the Batman said stoically. After temporarily pausing, he looked at Rene and confessed,

“I’ve always dreamed of this day. Of once and for all ending him and this fight of ours. But I’m not like him, we’re not like him.”

“Batman’s right,” the Commissioner said wisely. “We’re better than this. We’re cops, and we’re here to serve justice to anyone and everyone. We’re gonna do this… by the book. Prove to that unknown vigilante that what we do here is better.”

But as the three policemen was busy talking to each other, Batman left and disappeared. He was going to find this culprit and bring him to justice, whatever the cost maybe. It’s not going to be easy, but he’ll do everything, not to avenge his arch nemesis, but do the right thing and bring this other psycho to justice. Because that the right thing to do, something that he’s sure that vigilante would fail to understand.

Expert's Opinion[]

Experts believed that the Punisher was too much for the Joker to handle in terms of both weapons and x-factors. The Punisher is more serious, saner and physically more impressive that the clown prince of crime hence why he won in a stomp. He’s also more experienced fighting professionally and by himself than the Joker, who likes more to play mind games than fight one on one.

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Battle was declared invalid due to Joker being given weapons he did not use.

Battle vs. Bane (Nolanverse) (by Tomahawk23)[]

One may question if I realize that what I do makes no difference in the world. Frank thought as he approached a methlab. But they just don't understand......I know my actions don't make the world a safer place....But I pursue this corse because it is what I have chosen to do.

Frank quietly opened the door of the methlab, he through a grenade into the room then shut the door the grenade killed the people in the first room. Frank quickly went in with dual Min-Uzis, 3 men came out from the backroom armed with TEC-9s, he quickly gunned them down with his Mini Uzis.

Once a man has lost a loved one to society's black underbelly he can never turn his back on it......Never pretend....Or think....That it'll never happen to him. For almost every man I kill.....Several people don't have to endure the pain I went through when I lost my family.

As he walked away from the burning methlab "Never enough is it?". Frank immediately turned point his Uzis at the voice. It was an old friend of his.......One of the few people he trusts, Nick Fury.

What the hell are you doing here?".

"I got a business proposal for you."

"Hop in my van".

"I assume you heard about this terrorist take over of Gotham City". Said, Fury.

"Yeah what about it?"

"As you know the terrorists have made threats saying that if we invade or if anyone crosses the bridge they set off a four megaton nuclear bomb. We can sneek a small special forces team into the city disguised as guys bringing in food to the ctiy. We're sending three unarmed guys to link up with a group of cops in the town trying to fix the situation. From there they will try to find and disarm the bomb. We want you to go in with them, find and take out their leader. This man who calls himself "Bane". A few months ago he was a wanted terrorist by the C.I.A in West Africa".

"How will I be bringing in weapons?". We'll discuss that later at a breifing. There's an Air Force Base in Rhode Island, take this note, it gives you everything you need to find and get into the base".

"Drop me off here".

He pulled over the van. As Fury got out he said: "I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Bane released the entire Blackgate Prison".

Frank looked at him with a pissed off and silent look on his face.

The Next Day: When I reached the gate, I handed the MP at the gate a piece of paper Fury gave me giving me access to enter the base.

"Take the next left, go to the big building by the B52s" said the MP at the gate.

Frank drove the van and parked right infront of the building with no care what-so-ever as to where to park his van.

As he walked into the building the MP at the desk said: "6th floor".

When he reached the room he was greeted by Fury "Hello, Frank" he said.

They sat down in a dark room with a projection screen.

"Umm.....Colenel, Fury, there's no smoking in..."

"Shut up and run the film this my base I'll smoke as much as I godamn want".

"Can you believe this new smoking shit, Frank?"

"Can't say I noticed".

"Bah, pretty soon smoking will be illegal because of pricks like Rob Reiner".

The film played, showing the U.N food trucks going into the city and the men getting out and loading the food.

"Okay, so you'll be going in with those U.N food trucks, in one of the trucks there'll be 3 special forces guys who are gonna meet up with the surviving cops and try to find the bomb. You'll be in the last truck, once you get out is the part where it gets tricky. You're gonna be lifitng two of those food boxes, they'll contain various weapons, whatever weapons you want we'll put in the box".

"Once you get out of the truck, you'll take those two boxes and move away from the scene, out of sight basically. You'll then pick up the weapons and change, then you'll need to find and take out Bane".

"If they see you walking away, you'll need to get into a place where they can't see you, then quickly and silently kill the guys who follow you"

"You are to use any methods necessary to kill Bane, even if you have to slaughter his entire army to get to him".

"What do I do once I kill him?". Asked, Frank.

"Once he's dead you can't leave the city until the bomb is disarmed. You can help find the bomb, kill his army, do whatever the fuck you want. I'm sure you'd love to go after those Blackgate prisoners he released".

"Room 5 on the 7th floor is where you'll be staying for the next 3 days".

"Alright, Fury. I want a M4A1, a M119, a M60E4, 4 M67s, a MP5K, a Remington 870 and I got my own knife. I want two 200 round belt fed 7.62 ammo boxes for the M60. 4 magazines for the M4, 4 mags for the M119, 4 for the MP5K, and a belt with 16, 12 Gauge Shotgun Shells. I also want 5 ounces of C-4.

"Fair enough, Frank".

3 days later: "Alright Alright everybody in the truck! let's move out everybody out!!" one of the MPs shouted.

"We've got boots on the ground, sir". Said Fury's major.

Fury watched as they got out of the trucks with a cold stare with that cigar in his mouth.

When the trucks stopped, Frank set off an explosion from a piece of C4 he secretly planted a few blocks back.

"What the hell was that!?". Said, Barsad.

"You four go check it out!"

"Yes, sir!" Replied his men.

Barsad opened the truck, right infront of him was Frank he quickly grabbed his neck and snapped it. Killing, Barsad.

He got out of the truck and went into the house right next to the truck draging Barsad's body in with him. Frank put on his vest and loaded with his weapons. Intimidation, a powerful agent in war. Frank proceeded to skin Barsad's entire corpse. But what he didn't do, was skin his face knowing that people would be terrified if their boss was skinned alive. Frank skinned him over a large bucket, letting the blood drop into it. After skinning the body, Frank carved a Punisher skull into his body. He then proceeded to grab some rope, he then hung his body head down out the window. He proceeded to dump the bucket of blood onto the ground out the window along with all of Barsad's skin. He then took Barsad's Mk2 Grenades.

"So then......Holy shit! What the f!ck!?"

"Oh my fu!c*king god........Is that... Barsad?"

Frank walked out of the house as we raised his M119 the two League of Shadows members raised their G36s, Frank put two rounds into their heads.

Frank threw a grenade down the street to attract attention.

"What was that?" said one of the near by League of Shadows members.

"We better go check it out" replied his friend.

"Fury, this animal you hired isn't going after Bane, he's going after his entire fuc@king army!" said one of the generals.

"He took what you said seriously".

"What kind of demented ass hole sends the Punisher into an occupied city to assassinate a terrorist leader?"

"All of you shut the f*ck up" replied Fury.

"It's the Punisher, OPEN FIRE!!!" shouted one of the League of Shadows members.

The League of Shadows opened fire, Frank threw a MK2 down the street.

"Grenade!!!!" the League of Shadows members quickly rolled out of the way.

Frank came out of cover and opened fire with his M60. He quickly took out the two who rolled to a bench, he swaped and took out the guy with no cover. One of the guys had good over behind a statue. Frank held down the trigger on the statue just waiting to penetrate it.

Hold the trigger down, don't let go, and just keeping holding it and holding it, and eventually the cover breaks.

Frank suddenly felt the impact of a 9mm bullet his his armor. He quickly turned around to see 6 League of Shadows members standing there, he quickly ran sideways to avoid getting shot by the man behind the statue. As he ran sideways he opened up on his opponents, he quickly gunned three of them down with automatic fire, 4 were able to move to cover in time. Frank now in an ally, kicked open the door to a building there.

"We have spotted the Punisher, he has killed 6 men already. We are currently pursuing him into a building, we are requesting backup".

"You are unable to defeat one man.......One undisiplined man with a gun........You're left to fend for yourselves....Your weakness has cost the lives of six men. Find him!" shouted Bane on the radio.

His men didn't bother to respond knowing that if they did it would only piss Bane off more.

The League of Shadows members kicked open the door, guns ready.

"Fury! Our other special forces team is dead now and now all we have is the godamn Punisher. "Why the hell did you send him in, we have other people who can do they job. He'll be dead before he kills Bane you fu*ck!ng moron.

"I agree with him someone get another team ready!" shouted another general.

"Generals..Try to act your rank for a moment". replied Fury "Frank will easily have all of these men dead soon, he's not trying to slaughter their entire Army, he's luring Bane to him. So shut the f*ck up and have faith in Frank. This guy fought off a massive VC attack in Vietnam with just 4 men".

"This animal of yours better get the job done Fury". The general who said that proceeded to walk out of the room.

As the League of Shadows members searched the building, they turned a corner, Frank suddenly jumped up from cover in a room behind a window with his MP5K he quickly gunned down his opponents with automatic fire.

He walked over to one of the bodies and picked up the radio. "Hey Bane....your men......they're dead now, come and get me."

"You 4 come with me" said Bane. They got into one of the tank's and drove off.

"Just how did you get in here Mr. Castle, and why are you here?" said Bane.

"You released blackgate prison, the power of rage is how I got here".

"Sir, we've got radio interceptions it seems Castle has lured Bane out, they're talking on the radio".

"Good....good". Said Fury

"Perhaps if you knew our real goals and why we were doing this you wouldn't be so quick to kill us".

Two of the generals looked at each other as they listened to the radio interception.

"You see, like you we are vigilantes. 8 years ago Gotham was worse for crime the Detroit, we attempted to destroy the entire city but were stopped by Batman. Now we are here to finish the job. We caused the Great London Fire and the Bubonic Plague to end crime".

"You are truly ignorant to think that I would join you or that you make the slightest difference in the world".

"And you do?".

"No, I do this because it is what I have chosen to do. Since we can never hope to understand why we're here, if there's even anything to understand, the individual should choose a goal and pursue it wholeheartedly, despite the certainty of death and the meaninglessness of action. I may make a small difference in NYC, but that's nothing world wide. I do what I do because for every man I kill several others don't have to suffer what I did.

"Aren't you a firm believer in "the ends justify the means"?

"Not if the means involve killing innocent civilians".

"Well Mr. Castle.....We are right outside of the building where these radio transmissions are, good bye".

Bane fire the tank's canon at the building where he was tracking the Radio. Half of the building crumbled down.

"Bane the radio's not destroyed".

Suddenly a grenade went right through the window of the tank, Bane grabbed it and threw it out the broken window. He quickly opened the hatch and grabbed Frank pulling him down. He head butted Bane then back kicked a League member in face. A League member threw a punch at him, Frank grabbed it he then locked and broke his arm.

"AAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted the League member, then snapped his neck.

Bane grabbed Castle's head and slammed it against the wall of the tank.

"Mr. Castle, your years of slaughter are coming to an end". Castle quickly kicked Bane in the balls, two other League members pulled their CZ-75s on Frank, he quickly disarmed one of them, the other League member fired, right when he did Frank duckd and punched him in the balls. He then shot the League member he disarmed. Bane quickly grabbed Castle, Castle shot the other League member in the head with the CZ-75. Suddenly, 5 League members jumped into the tank.

"Mr. Castle, I will not simply kill you here. I will give you a trial". Said Bane.

One of the League members knocked Castle unconscious with his G36C.

Fury and all men in the room watched as they dragged Frank away.

"Great, Fury, because you sent this animal in now he's captured and is gonna be dead. We've lost all boots on the ground because you wouldn't send a full team in GODAMNIT!!!"

"Calm the f!ck down, Castle has been taken alive multiple times, and he has escaped from prisons in Vietnam, maximum security prisons on islands here in the U.S, and even by other criminals. Castle will figure away out before they kill him, and then he'll have Bane dead".

"Your faith better pay off, Fury" replied one of the generals. As he walkek out of the room he mumbled swears

2 hours later at the court: Frank woke up to find himself on a chair in a courtroom surrounded by criminals and Bane's gunmen.

"Frank Castle, AKA "The Punisher you are responsible for an estimate of over 2,000 murders of various criminals. Most commonly in the organized crime community". Said, Dr. Crane.

Frank looked at him with an angry silent stare.

"Your fate has been determined between two options: Exile, or death. Which will it be"?

Frank just kept staring at him.

"Death then. Sold".

Crane hit his hammer down.

"By Exile!"

Bane's men brought him out onto the ice.

"You walk across that ice, you follow the thick ice, you fall you're dead in minutes". Said one of Bane's men. He then took off Frank's handcuffs.

Frank quickly and descively grabbed the merc's armed arm, he put his left leg behind his right leg and tripped him while pushing him down by holding him arm as he did that he shot his gun and put 2 bullets into the other gunman's chest. He then disarmed the gun and shot the one he had grabbed.

Castle then threw their bodies onto the ice in which the ice immediately cracked.

"Well there you go, Castle's already escaping" said Fury.

"We'll see". Replied one of the generals.

Right before Castle went back inside he heard two of Bane's men coming to the door.

"Those weapons they found on Castle are gonna be real useful haw".

"More so his ammuniation, we've got enough weapons we won't need them to much".

"Always wanted to try out an M60".

"They've got them locked away in the basement if you wanna take a shot?"

"Hell yeah I would let's go"

As they turned back Castle snuck up behind them, he smashed their heads together knocking them out. He then cut off bloodflow to their brain's then dragged the bodies outside and threw them onto the ice

They'll assume the gunshots was just warning shots or something. Frank thought to himself.

Castle snuck into the basement and grabbed his weapons.

Frank walked up the stairs, he snuck out of the building.

Frank kicked open the front door, he then opened fire on everyone inside.

As blood splattered everywhere, Bane's men did not panic and tried to get into a safe position. Frank tried to gun them down as quickly as possible.

These guys aren't just terrorists.....these guys are trained...Veterans of Eastern Europe's massacres in the Yugoslav Wars.....Massacres of villages in Burma...Survivors and perpetrators of Mexico's drug wars..Most of these guys survivors. They know how to react in one....,,,Whether they're the victimes or the murders.

You gotta take them out as quickly as possible before they can get strategic positions on you.

One of them's getting the right idea, stay low...stay hidden....flank me....I let go with one hand and pull out a MP5K, without aiming I just spray and prey on full auto. I get him.

In times like this I can't help but think about Mai Lai. 347 innocent Vietnamese civilians massacred by US troops. I had a friend who participated in that, he killed himself when he got home

One convict jumps at me from the left with a knife. I block it with my MP5, then I just shoot him.

Looks like everyone's dead. Maybe not.....Gotta keep firing, make sure nobody's faking, hit the bodies.

Frank walked over to one of the guy's radios and radioed Bane.

"Bane you hear those gun shots? that we me massacring your court".

"You have made a major mistake Castle. You have proven to be a far superior opponent then Batman. I look forward to claiming victory against you". Bane replied.

"Sir where are you going?" Said one of Bane's men.

"To kill Castle".

Bane got in the tank and headed for the courtroom.

"Put in the building, put the radio in there, go onto a roof top a few blocks away, and when Bane goes in he gets blown to hell". Thought Frank.

5 minutes later at the courthouse:

Bane arrived at the courthouse and got out of the tank.

"Nice try Castle, but it's obvious trap".

How the hell did he...........?

Bane walked down the street carrying an RPG, with a G36C on his back, a Mini-Uzi and a CZ-75 strapped to his leg. As well as grenades on his vest, and a sword in a sheath.

Bane took aim at the top floor of the second house to his left with an RPG.

"Aw hell......" said Frank.

He quickly shot the window in the house he was in and jumped out onto the fire-escape.

Bane fired the RPG. It hit the top floor. Causing massive damage to the house.

As Frank ran down the fire-escape, a large couch fell onto the fire-escape.

The old and rusty fire-escape was at it's end, the fire-escape collapsed.

As it fell Frank quickly grabbed onto the now vertical fire-escape.

He swung back and threw himself forward crashing into the next window.

Right then Bane came around and saw the window, he threw a MK2 grenade into the room. Then sprayed the hoiuse with 17 rounds of 9mm ammuniation from his Uzi.

Bane proceeded to go into the house.

When he reached the second floor he walked into the bedroom. Frank put a M119 to Bane's head right as he pulled the trigger Bane ducked and upper-cutted him in the chin.

"Experience has defeated you Mr. Castle......I am not your average criminal".

Bane proceeded to kick Frank in the balls.

"Good bye Mr. Castle". Said Bane as he pointed his CZ-75 at him.

Frank unpinned a M67 and threw it against the wall in the room.

Bane quickly ran over to it and threw it out the window.

"A desparate attempt to take me with you. Admirable, but failed".

"No Bane".

Bane turned around to see Castle charging at him.

"It was a distraction!" Castle said as he threw a punch at Bane's face.

Bane blocked and countered Castle, he ducked and lifted Bane up from his stomach and droped him head first on the ground.

Frank then tried to kick him in the face.

Right as Frank threw his kick Bane grabbed it and tripped him.

As he got up Castle quickly jumped up and tackled him out the window onto the fire escape.

As both warriors got up, Frank moved backwards up the stairs onto the roof and pulled out his knife as Bane pulled out his sword.

"You brought a knife to a sword fight? Mr. Castle..I'm disappointed.

Bane made a downwards slash against Castle.

He jumped to the left to dodge it, and threw his knife at Bane. it hit him in his vest, not coming close to getting through at all.

"I thought a man of your reputation would aim for the head".

Bane moved towards Castle. His back now faced the ledge. Bane thrusted his blade at Castle.

Castle jumped back, right then Bane moved forward and threw another thrust.

Knowing he was basically out of options, Castle jumped off the roof, he grabbed onto the ledge of the second window.

He pulled out his M119, barely managing to hang onto the ledge.

When Bane poped his head out, Castle fired, Bane had moved his head back just in time.

Bane then blind fired his other CZ-75 at Castle.

When Bane looked down there was no body, just a broken window.

Bane went onto the fire-escape into the house, when he entered there was an M119 at his head.

He quickly grabbed Frank's arm and held it against the wall, he then poined the CZ-75 at Frank's head.

Right before he shot it Frank pushed the button to take out the magazine.

He then kneed him in the groin moving him a few inches back, Frank then punched him in the face.

He charged at him punching him 5 times in the face.

Bane blocked and countered the 6th one punching Frank back in the face.

"You are a powerful opponent Mr. Castle......But even you can not stop us".

Bane moved toward him and grabbed his hair he then slammed his face against the wall several times.

"Had enough now, Mr. Castle?"

"Maybe so..But let's see how you do with out your mask. Castle replied.

He grabbed the top of Bane's mask and compleely ripped it off.

"AAAAAHH!!!. F**K, GODAMNIT!!. Screamed Bane.

Bane moved back holding his face and screaming, he then charged at Castle trying to retrieve the mask. Castle then threw it out the window.

"Looks like you can't handle shit without that maks of yours!".

He picked Bane up attemtping to throw him out of the window.

Bane quickly grabbed his hand trying to pull his hand off.

Unfortunately for Bane, in the immense pain he was in he simply didn't have the will mentally to release Castle's grip.

By By "Mr. Bane!"

Castle then threw Bane right out of the window where he landed on the ground.

The fall killed Bane in a matter of seconds.

"Now to kill those henchmen of yours, then I'll move on to those Blackgate prisoners you released".

Winner: Frank Castle.

Expert's Opinion[]

Frank Castle won because of his experience - when you've been killing people for as long as he has, with the same familiar weapons, you simply can't beat him. Up close, Bane had a minor advantage but even then the Punisher was still able to put up a fight - but it was Bane's reliance on closing in to finish Punisher off that was his undoing. Bane might be invulnerable to pain but if you take a bullet to the head - or 20 to 30 in the chest, you're going down.

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The battle was declared invalid because Bane was given an RPG-7 despite never using one.