Like a sinner before the gates of heaven
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oracle_knowsOracle didn't normally think of herself as vindictive. But there were a tiny handful of people she'd make an exception for. And apparently no one had wanted to pay to bury Joker's body. Which suited Babs' plans.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The lord bless and keep you. And never let you loose in this world again." With that, Oracle pushed the big red button to start the crematorium furnace. She watched hungrily through polarised lenses as the flames devoured and disintegrated the corpse of the man who had killed and crippled so many.
She was, of course, recording the burning for posterity - but one of the advantages her memory brought was that she herself would always remember the Joker disintegrating before her eyes. Even after he'd disintegrated to ash, she still wasn't done with him. But she herself felt freeer (if slightly more guilty) than she'd done in years.
The last touch was almost a public service. She rolled down to a building site (that currently looked like a crater, having been burned down and demolished a couple of years ago - and the work had only begun that morning) in central Gotham (ignoring the wolf-whistles from a couple of builders before the foreman told them to knock it off, and not to wolf-whistle the boss). And threw the Joker's ashes into the cement mixture, as she'd agreed beforehand with the foreman.
The workmen were building a three story building - above ground it was a book and coffee shop with free WiFi, a few internet terminals. The top floor was to be a dance studio. Below ground there was going to be a nightclub with enough security to keep even a Bat happy. The cement was going to be used as the foundations. That way the good citizens of Gotham all got the opportunity to both dance and piss on the Joker's grave. And scattered around and encased in concrete, it would be much harder for the Joker to be resurrected should anyone be crazy enough to try.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The lord bless and keep you. And never let you loose in this world again." With that, Oracle pushed the big red button to start the crematorium furnace. She watched hungrily through polarised lenses as the flames devoured and disintegrated the corpse of the man who had killed and crippled so many.
She was, of course, recording the burning for posterity - but one of the advantages her memory brought was that she herself would always remember the Joker disintegrating before her eyes. Even after he'd disintegrated to ash, she still wasn't done with him. But she herself felt freeer (if slightly more guilty) than she'd done in years.
The last touch was almost a public service. She rolled down to a building site (that currently looked like a crater, having been burned down and demolished a couple of years ago - and the work had only begun that morning) in central Gotham (ignoring the wolf-whistles from a couple of builders before the foreman told them to knock it off, and not to wolf-whistle the boss). And threw the Joker's ashes into the cement mixture, as she'd agreed beforehand with the foreman.
The workmen were building a three story building - above ground it was a book and coffee shop with free WiFi, a few internet terminals. The top floor was to be a dance studio. Below ground there was going to be a nightclub with enough security to keep even a Bat happy. The cement was going to be used as the foundations. That way the good citizens of Gotham all got the opportunity to both dance and piss on the Joker's grave. And scattered around and encased in concrete, it would be much harder for the Joker to be resurrected should anyone be crazy enough to try.
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Date: 2009-01-09 03:46 am (UTC)