This chapter isn't the climax, but we're getting close! I've been hyping this since almost the beginning, so I hope it doesn't disappoint, but obviously for a story like this I couldn't do a traditional Joker fight. Let's give this a try...
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As always, both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect.
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For a long time the ruins of Gotham City Hall had cast a terrible shadow over the city, a devastated shell representing everything the city had become. Wisps of Joker venom still seemed to seep from the foundation, convincing even the most hardened of criminals to avoid it.
In one night the ruins had vanished, replaced with the new government's headquarters. The people warmed to it surprisingly quickly, since it was staffed by the community organizers they had come to know. Though it had plenty of supplies and even began handling money again, no one dared to rob it. After all, the Superman symbol above the doors left no doubt who enforced order there.
At midnight, that symbol exploded.
Barbara stared at the camera panning over the wreckage, taken aback even though they had known it was inevitable. To see one of the things they'd worked for simply explode like that troubled her in a way that it shouldn't have. At least she had braced herself for the manic laugh that echoed over the audio before the Joker took control of the television station.
"Greetings, Gotham!" At first the screen was filled with one bloodshot eye, then it pulled back to show the face contorted in a grin. "If you're not having fun yet, this one is going to kill ya! And no, I don't mean the destruction of Superman's little attempt at order!
"No, I'm talking about the three dirty bombs I've hidden in Gotham."
He said it surprisingly evenly, without so much as a giggle. Barbara's breath caught in her throat. They'd expected headquarters to be bombed and for the Joker to issue some kind of challenge, but the stakes were much higher than she'd expected. Without warning, the Joker went from motionless to a jerking, knife-spinning frenzy.
"And yes, that's nuclear with a capital N! Or not! Don't let me tell you what to capitalize, because in just twenty seven minutes and thirteen seconds, Gotham goes up in flames! Starting... now!"
The screen went black except for the countdown, which started at 27:13 as promised. Barbara immediately flicked the television to a corner of the computer so she could begin scanning. Not that it was likely to do any good, but she couldn't live with herself if she sat idly by while nuclear weapons counted down inside Gotham.
It should have been impossible for the Joker to acquire three dirty bombs and sneak them into Gotham. She'd been working with her father and a few other trusted officers to try to reconstitute the police department, though they were staying in plain clothes on Superman's orders. One of them should have noticed the suspicious behavior, or one of her satellites, or... but no, the Joker didn't have to follow the rules. All they could do was fight back with their own.
Though she'd enjoyed seeing her father regularly again, their interactions still weren't entirely comfortable. He was a traditional man who liked his routines, and things were decidedly not routine or traditional at the moment. She knew he at least suspected about her relationship with Superman, yet he'd stepped around the issue with painful carefulness. Though she had to wonder what Superman could possibly have said to convince him, she forced the issue aside to focus on the coming conflict.
At that moment Superman appeared behind her. He practically glowed with power, yet the plan didn't involve him fighting at all. Perhaps that was what he needed, to prepare against an opponent unlike any he had faced before.
"I can't find the bombs."
"That's what we expected, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I scanned the entire city. They're literally not there, yet I'm sure that if we do nothing before the countdown hits zero, Gotham will explode. How are the c-levels?"
Barbara checked them and winced. "We're still neck and neck with the Joker. You really think it will come down to that?"
"Have you been able to find any trace of the bombs?"
"Not yet, though that shouldn't be possible. I don't see how he could be shielding-"
"This isn't about technology," Superman said grimly. "It's about personality. Unless we break the Joker, those bombs are untouchable."
"Then..."
"Start rolling."
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The criminals in the studio began to shift nervously, playing with their clown masks. Did the Joker have a fallout shelter or some other way to protect them from the radiation? They'd assumed he had a plan, because he always had a plan, but now it was beginning to occur to them that perhaps that plan involved everyone dying.
As he finished announcing the challenge, the Joker threw back his head and released a shrieking laugh. But as the criminals considered trying to run, they heard something much more ominous.
A deep voice chuckled underneath the Joker's laugh.
Everyone searched for the source, but it seemed to come from everywhere. Abruptly the studio monitors flickered, and when they returned, instead of the Joker's broadcast, they held a video of Superman. "Hello, Joker."
None of them heard his greeting, because they were too blown away by what they saw. Superman wore his classic suit, yes, but a truly enormous cock emerged from his trunks. It was moving in and out of a woman, judging from the beautifully curved ass just visible in the bottom of the frame.
