Lucifer was going to kill him.
There's no question about it; he's definitely screwed.
What exactly was Death going to do that would anger his brother so much? That's easy.
He had to reap his niece. Death feared for his life.
His brother's mob of adopted children had far too many close calls with him for anyone's comfort, but this was not that. No, this was the natural end of a rather unnaturally long life. (Not that anyone had done this on purpose, of course. But Reality bent to the Morningstar family quite willingly.)
“Hello, Uncle. I wondered how long it would be until you came for me.”
“YOU COULD HAVE MUCH LONGER IF YOU WISHED.”
“I've already had long enough, Uncle. I'm ready.”
“IS YOUR FATHER? HAVE YOU TOLD HIM?”
“Pah, Lucifer tends to panic about this sort of thing. I didn't want to worry him.”
“AND SO YOU WOULD RATHER WORRY ME. HE WILL HAVE MY SKULL FOR THIS, YOU KNOW.”
“He won't do anything of the sort. Not if he doesn't want me to haunt him for ages.”
“I STRONGLY BELIEVE HE WOULD NOT MIND THAT.”
“I'd help Jay with their glitter.”
“HE WOULD MIND THAT.”
A laugh turns into a cough and a bony hand comes up to pat a withered back.
“Uncle?”
“YES?”
“How much time is left?”
An hourglass is pulled out of long dark robes. The carvings on the wood are elaborate, filled with imagery of Heaven, Hell, and Earth. It is also, inexplicably, covered in glitter.
Only a few grains of sand remain in the top. As the last remaining grains fall, Death hesitates. She can see this, of course. She's seen the same expression on her siblings countless times when they don't want to do something they have to.
“Did you bring the sword or the scythe?”
“THE SCYTHE. IT FELT APPROPRIATE.”
“Damn. The sword is way cooler. Could I see it?”
Death pulls his scythe out and is met with the same oohs and aahs that one would expect from a child seeing a dinosaur for the first time.
“I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING, CHILD.”
“Is it helping?”
“A LITTLE.”
The last grain of sand falls from the hourglass, and a blade sharper than anything is swung with perfect aim.
“I still think the sword would have been cooler.”
“HOW DO YOU FEEL?”
“I'm dead, Uncle.”
“YOUR FATHER IS GOING TO KILL ME.”
“No he won't. He knew full well that I was mortal. And it's not like it's your fault. You're just doing your job. You didn't kill me anymore than he did.”
“THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE.”
“Ha! I'm gonna tell Jay you said that.”
“PLEASE DO NOT. THAT ONE SCARES ME.”
“Jay scares everyone, calm down. And you’re their uncle too. Everyone knew this would happen at some point, I don’t know why you’re so worried.”
“CHILD, ARE YOU AWARE OF HOW MANY SUPERNATURAL BEINGS ARE GOING TO HUNT ME DOWN FOR THIS? THERE’S YOUR FATHER, THE LEGION -”
“You mean Eric.”
“YES, THE LEGION. JAY, EDREK, MINNIE -”
“I’m sorry, you think Minnie is going to hunt you down? Uncle, come on now, be serious.”
“I DO NOT LIKE TO UPSET THEM. IT MAKES ME FEEL BAD.”
“You and me both.”
“NOT TO MENTION THAT ARCHANGEL THAT IS SO FOND OF YOU.”
“Uncle, I know full well that you know Uriel’s name.”
“I HAVE NO DESIRE TO INVOKE THEIR NAME AND SUMMON THEM.”
“Fine. So, how does this work? I love you, but I don’t think that the afterlife is an endless gabfest with Death.”
“IT IS NOT. I AM SUPPOSED TO ESCORT YOU TO YOUR PLACE OF ETERNAL REST, EITHER HEAVEN OR HELL.”
“Okay, so which am I going to?”
“WELL -”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“YOU HAVE SPENT YOUR LIFE IN A CONTRACT WITH LUCIFER.”
“He adopted me, I didn’t sell my soul to him. And I thought the rules were changed after all the shit with Enoch.”
“THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT HEAVEN LOOKS UPON IT WITH MUCH MORE FAVOR.”
“Okay, well, I can deal with Hell. I haven’t kept up with all the updates Jesus has made in the past few decades, but I’m sure it can’t be too bad. It’s not like I’d be sent to one of the worse Hell Loops.”
“DO YOU WANT YOUR FATHER TO KILL ME? NO, I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE YOU TO HELL. I VALUE MY EXISTENCE FAR TOO MUCH FOR THAT.”
“Uncle, you’re not making any sense. I’m not welcome in Heaven, you’re not taking me to Hell, what else is there? Being a ghost? I don’t want that.”
“I COULD TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN. I DO NOT KNOW THAT THEY WOULD ACCEPT YOU. BUT WE CAN TRY.”
“Alright, we can try. Could I say goodbye to everyone first? If Heaven does accept me, I’d like to talk to Dad again first.”
“OF COURSE.”
A spectral hand holds a skeletal one, and the two of them vanish, off to say one last round of goodbyes.
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I hate Bruce and I hate Joker.
However, their relationship is so fucking compelling that it's maddening. I want them both to die.
This is a semi-rant, semi-analysis and most definitely not 100% correct. It's more speculation than concrete fact/characterization on Bruce's part.
Joker has a one-sided toxic obsession with Batman. He wants Bruce to beat the shit out of him before returning him to Arkham. He wants to watch as Bruce decends further and further into madness as he grips onto his moral code of "no killing" as if it's the last lifeline he has. Joker is kicking his feet giddy as he watches Batman make excuses after excuses of why every action of his BUT murder is justified. Bruce falls further and further into being an abusive asshole, and Joker is so fucking happy about it. How far can Joker push and torment the Dark Knight until he finally just snaps? It's such a delectable mystery and experiment that Joker is testing on Batman, the "hero" to save Gotham. How far will he fall? How far will he go?
Will killing his son finally cause him to cross the line? Paralyzing his friend's daughter (Barbara [Joker didn't know she was Batgirl])? Killing hundreds of people? What will cause Batman to finally stop Joker for good?
On the flip side, Batman despises Joker with all of his being. He wants nothing more than to obliterate that monster until he is nothing but ash. He can't, though. Is getting rid of Joker truly worth letting go of that final moral line?
At least, that's what Bruce tells himself. He tells himself that he throws Joker in Arkham, not in the Watchtower prisons or the phantom zone or other more secure facilities, because that's the morally correct decision. The court of law, even incorrectly, deduced Joker was legally insane. This, legally, makes Joker not responsible for his actions. It doesn't matter that any hack with a law book could see that Joker doesn't qualify for the insanity plea. It doesn't matter that Gotham's legal system is known for being corrupt. It doesn't matter that Joker breaks out frequently. Joker was declared insane.
Bruce doesn't change the status quo, and he tells himself this is the way it must be. He makes sure to tell everyone around him as well. It's the way it always has been and Bruce is too far into his mistakes to correct it now (if Bruce changes Joker's situation now, does that make all of Joker's victims Bruce's as well? Is he responsible for their deaths due to his negligence and, at times, protection of Joker?).
After a while, one starts to wonder why Batman won't come up with permanent solutions for Joker. He has contingency plans for every hero and villain out there. Unlike some of the other villains, Joker is easily accessible. Batman could lock him in a more secure prison, destroy his ability to commit crime (as he did to Jason), or kill him. He has options.
He doesn't utilize them, though. In fact, he's even brought Joker back to life a few times.
It makes one wonder if he keeps Joker around for selfish reasons. Does he want to feel useful? Does he want an avenue to express the anger and hate burning inside him? Is he too deep in past mistakes to admit his wrongs?
Anyways, fuck Bruce and fuck Joker. I hope they both rot in hell as the worst couple to exist (not talking about Lego Batman, though. They are pretty cute in that).
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