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Arell and Hex laughed and drank as they swaggered back to fighting the Comdroids and soldiers that surrounded them.

Quite suddenly, and without any sort of visual or auditory warning, someone grabbed the Joker by the arm, swiftly pulling the appendage into an excruciating arm-lock. If he wanted to dislocate his shoulder, he'd be able to get out of it, but aside from that... A very quiet, cold voice said, "I don't know who you are, and I don't really care. WHERE. IS. THE JOKER?"

((Figured that he wouldn't be able to counter what he didn't know was there. If I need to change it, let me know.))

"Funny, I'd thought you'd be stronger, perhaps its the age difference. Maybe its the venom coursing through me, which is one heck of a twist on life. Then again, both would also need your training placed into the mix, Bruce."Jason let out a terrifying laugh as he called the name of his "father", knowing his mannerisms anywhere. It didn't matter that this one wasn't the one from his world, just the reminder of his attitude was heart felt, along with the empty threats. He couldn't help himself from chuckling, it was a real gas.

His muscles tensed and for a minute it looked like he was ready to take out his arm, but he was actually lifting his former mentor off the ground."Its okay if you don't remember me, I'll always remember you, how you let me die, how I was the one truly man enough to put a smile on while you were to busy being Mr. Grumpy with those skin tight bat tighty whiteys. Tell me how much it really messes with you to face someone who's truly crossed the boundary between your inner madness. Does it make you want to laugh, laugh so hard you cry and eventually die of laugheter?!?!?!?!? I AM THE JOKER, YOUR SON!!!!!"He finally flipped and ended up behind his assailant, successfully breaking free. He flipped away and landed sitting on a piece of discarded debris as he laughed. His laugh echoed out, a haunting reminder to loss, to past pain.

A laugh that would keep all who heard it up at night, wishing they could make it stop even after he was long gone."Take away the make up and self inflicted scars Bruce and tell 'em whats behind door number 1!"He shouted still laughing as he lifted his messy hair out of his face, giving him a better look at the monstrosity before him. A true work of art, a true work of madness, something that should have never come to pass.

It wasn't, however, the Batman he had been expecting. For one thing, he was much slighter, though the height was about the same. The costume was different as well, all matte black that covered the wearer's entire face. The ears were longer, and a red version of the familiar bat symbol was on his chest.

He was also flying. Some kind of rocket propulsion--mostly silent, and without any heat-- kept him hovering in the air about a foot off the ground. Apparently, he'd caught himself with the suit where the normal Batman would have stumbled.

His arms were crossed, and one eyebrow was up. "... Right." That had been quite the speech, hadn't it? Obviously, it hadn't been meant for him. Part of Terry was very, very curious... But again, it wasn't really any of his business. He was going to go out on a limb and guess that this guy had no idea where the real Joker was, anyway.

His eyes flicked to the giant Robot... thing, then back to the old man's... son? He really, really didn't have time for this; the Joker had Rosie, and her the odds of her surviving were steadily getting lower and lower. But he couldn't exactly leave this dreg blowing up downtown Gotham.

Batman flipped over in mid air, and half way around, the jets on his feet cut out, and he landed fluidly a little ways away. At the exact same time, a baterang slipped down into his hand from nowhere, and he threw it at the magnum with a smooth, practiced motion. If it connected, it would knock the gun out of his hand... but he didn't really expect it to connect.

Jason actually caught the batarang, rather than finding it as a surprise."Weren't you listening, your not the only one who knows his way around a cave."With that declaration he attached one of his cards to the batarang and tossed it back, not caring to wait for it to connect, that shrapnel would work nicely, he activated the detonation module. The weapon exploded, sending small sharp pieces flying, each heated by the small explosion.

"That applied to a killer's intent, I must say, your out of your league kid. Old School rules!!!"He stated, doing jumping jacks in some frantic cheer and then skipping around like he'd truly lost his marbles. While twirling, he was actually replacing his ammo from acidic splat to laser functions. He gave a bow when he was done.

"Willpower? I'd give you attention like such a thing effected me, if I didn't totally, well almost totally agree. Your right, it kind of is like that and even if it wasn't its still pathetic, that's what makes it so funny."He giggled outward, digging in his pocket. He pulled out a bomb with a disgusting smiley face on it and hurled it with great accuracy. After the bomb left his hand he tried shooting, doing a behind the back maneuver just to be flashy when or if it landed."There are some devils you could never understand, I'm one of 'em kid."Jason declared, enjoying the moment of carnage for the time, but he was more concerned with unmasking this fraud and beating his skull until it felt like puddy. Then maybe he'd get a milkshake and fries, he was famished after all.

Dmitri's HUD showed him the damage done by the multiple explosions, rerouting power to compensate. Once the power allocation was complete utiliting the magnetic tractor beam to reinforce the damaged portions of his armor, the power available to the battlesuit was down by twenty-five percent. Bukharin would need to finish this quickly.

Bursting himself free of the debris from the apartment building, the Crimson Dynamo ignitied his boot jets and went airborne to survey the battlefield.