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Paternal Conversations
What Happens In Gotham
By: TheDisasterousChibi
Last Time:
Jack was robed once more Katarina noted. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and the released her moving to the new door that had appeared in between the other too. The Joker took her into his arms and gave her one last mind blowing kiss, he squeezed her ass for good measure and wrapped his black robe around her. He too walked to the new door.
Her demon and her angel looked at her one last time. Her angel walked through the door first leaving the devil behind. He spoke one last time to her.
“Find the balance darlin’. if anyone can its you.” with that cryptic message and one last wink the Joker was gone as well. Katarina tucked her self into his black robe a bit more snuggly as she contemplated his messages.
“Find the balance.”
The ringing of Rachel phone smashed Katarina’s dream world to pieces, she was once again in Rachel’s apartment, in the now cold water of the tub. She hurriedly stepped out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her as she raced to answer the phone.
“This is the Dawes’ household” she spoke into the receiver.
“Katarina, this is Gordon. Come to the Station immediately. The Joker has sent us a tape…with a letter addressed to you…”
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Chapter Twelve: Paternal Conversations
Katarina did not bother to chose a proper attire. She hastily put on a pair of jeans and the nearest shirt she could find. Her sneakers were on her feet with out socks or being tied, her hair was dripping wet. She didn’t bother to grab her coat, just her keys and she was out the door locking it quickly and running down the steps of the stairs to her car. The late setting sun was casting eerie shadows across the city. A foreboding sign.
Her sirens were turned on and she broke every traffic law known to man as she traveled down the Main street of Gotham. She ran several red lights and made quite a few less then safe sharp turns. Gordon’s voice sounded urgent. The last time the Joker had shown a tape, one poor man had died on national television, his body hanged outside the Commissioner’s window.
This time the tape concerned her.
A sharp left and five minutes later Katarina was parking in front of the Grey stone police station. She took the large front steps two at a time. Her breath coming out in white puffs as she hustled into the Gotham Police Station. Gordon was waiting for her in the front lobby, a grim look on his tired face. He looked even worst then he had this morning.
“When did the tape arrive, how delivered it?” She immediately asked, her mind set into police mode.
“About half an hour ago somewhere around 5:00 o‘clock. No witnesses to the drop off. Katarina you need to come see the tape. We haven’t opened the letter yet.” Gordon walked briskly to the briefing room of the station.
A relatively small room that was now filled to the brim with all the people involved with the Joker cases. Their reactions were mixed as she walked into the room. Some looked disgusted, others avoided her eyes, but most openly starred.
“Ramirez play the tape please.” Gordon asked as he locked the door behind them.
The Hispanic woman pushed the play button on the old fashion VCR. At first all that was seen was static. Then Katarina’s heart stopped. The quite murmur of the room died down. Eyes widened in horror.
“Hello darlin’! Since our, uh, last little meeting ended badly I decided too, ah, try and persuade you to see things my way.” The Joker began his monolog.
“I’m sure you know this little guy. Such a handsome young boy isn’t he”
The Joker continued giving J.C’s cheek a small slap. Bound, gagged and blindfolded J.C was sitting on the Joker’s knee, shaking, his small whimpers where muffled by the dirty rag that gagged him.
“Now don’t worry about him. He’ll be just fine if you do exactly what I tell you to. Better yet, Jackie why don’t you tell your mom what we want her to do?” the Joker gave the camera a wide smile. His tongue came out to moisten his lips, his eyes focused on the camera.
His purple gloved fingers savagely tore the rag from J.C’s mouth. He brought his face closed to the boys ears. The side of his face rubbing against his leaving traces of white make up along the young boys tanned skin. His crimson lips moved, but his voice was to low to be heard.
“Y-yo-you mus-s-t del-del…I cant… I cant remember the word Mister. Please don’t hurt me!” J.C cried out in desperation, his lips trembled and wet trails stained his cheeks and darkened the material of the blindfold. His cheeks were flushed from crying, his chest heaved as he tried to breath in and out, his fear evident in every gesture.
“ Hush, shush, shush, a gloved hand began to stroke J.C’s blonde curls affectionately, its deliver, the next word is deliver. Now keep going just like we practiced.
J.C took another deep breath and began again, his tiny voice steadier now, “You must deliver the Batman’s id-iden-ididta…”
“Identity, boy now keep going” the Joker tugged at J.C’s hair, the child gave a slight cry of pain.
“You must deliver the Batman’s identity, in public, in 48 hours.” J.C finish his memorized speech with a one last shutter, the Batman was an icon to him just like Superman; a hero.
“If you don’t, the Joker continued after J.C was done, well then this will happen to our boy here Kat!”
The camera angle switched angles rapidly, the camera man was turning it, as it refocused another terrible sight came to view. Anita Seeker, bloodied and bruised, tied to a support beam.
“Please help me, please let me go.” the hysteric reporter sobbed to the camera man. Her sobs shook her body, she twisted from side to side trying to break her bonds.
“Now, now miss reporter I’m going to teach you not to tell a lie!” The Joker walked into the camera’s view, J.C was no where in sight.
“Please don’t, please!”
She was back handed, her lip slip and bled sluggishly, head knocked against the wall. Her sobbing increased in volume but she kept herself silent. The Joker had a canister of something in his hand.
“This is my own brand of laughing gas. It’s, uh, sure to put a smile on your face!” He began to cackle madly as he shook the vial for the camera to see. He grabbed Anita’s face, stuffing the canister inside her mouth, the muffled screams of the woman filled to silent police room.
“Now Katarina pay close attention to this. It’s a gift from me to you doll” he had barely finished his sentence when he snapped the pin off of the black canister and backed away a few steps . For a couple of seconds nothing happening then, slothfully an orange smoke exited its black container. Anita spit it out of her mouth, it clanked as it hit the floor in front of her.
The gas rose covering her face, the woman’s frightened screams sounded louder and louder until suddenly those same screams turned into outrageous uncontrollable laughter. Tears feel from her eyes, her breath came out in pants as her laughter continued, her body trashed as if experiencing a seizure. She quaked and quivered, body vibrating, until she slumped forward and all movement stopped.
The camera followed the Joker as he walked to the other side of the room, a small huddled figure sat in a corner. His eyes were squeezed shut, his hands covered his ears small fisted into his golden locks. His blindfold was gone, though his hands and feet remained tied.
The Joker picked him up and placed him on his knee again.
“You can open you eyes Jackie. He‘s such a good obedient boy Kat!”
The boy slowly opened his teary eyes, those big green eyes came closer as the camera focused in on their faces. The zoomed image only showed the upper body of the two males.
“Jackie don’t you want to tell your Mother something before we go?” the boy nodded his head in affirmation. The Joker smiled a smile that showed his slightly yellowed teeth, the scarred skin straining with effort.
“Mommy, please come get me. I want to go home to Auntie Rachel’s please. Batman will help you and Mr. Joker promised to let me go if you do what he says. I love you Mommy” J.C was cut off by a hand covering his mouth, he didn’t struggle he simply submitted.
“And I’m a man of my word Katarina. Now just announce who the Bat is by this time on Tuesday and all will be right as rain. Jackie and I will be waiting lover!.”
The camera cut, static consumed the monitor flashing gray and white light into the room. No one moved for a moment, the Officer Ramirez pressed eject and turn off the screen.
“This also came with the tape. Open it” Gordon handed Katarina a white envelope.
It was heavier then a letter should be, she tore open the letter with shaking fingers and shook the envelope, a blue Joker card fell into her hand there was writing on the back. The black inked words blurred from the tears in her eyes, she blinked several times to rid herself of them. She had to stay strong until she had her baby in her arms.
Dear Lover,
I’m sure that by now you’ve seen mine and Jackie’s first homemade video
unless you want to see a second one, featuring our darling golden boy,
you will do exactly as instructed. You have 48 hours lover. Better get started.
An Agent of Chaos.
The small and neat cursive penmanship, each stroke of the pen concise and methodic, was a hand that Katarina was quite familiar with from many notes left on the fridge or on her pillow. This was Jack’s handwriting, no she corrected, the Joker’s handwriting.
She passed the card on to Gordon who’s eyes scanned the writing and closed his eyes briefly. Gordon, Katarina knew, had a son who couldn’t be much older then J.C perhaps ten or eleven. The other officers looked at her with pity, but she didn’t care she was numb completely devoid of feeling in a state of complete shock.
“I need to use the signal.” the emotionless voice of Katarina called out to Gordon. The graying man gave her a nod. He turned to the others in the room.
“I want you all to analyze that tape and find out where he filmed it. This boy is top priority, him and Dent.”
The present police officers nodded solemnly and dispersed from the room. Most stayed clear of the woman with vacant eyes, some brave souls placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as they exited the room. All went unregistered.
“Come with me Katarina” Gordon walked out of the room and made his way to the elevator of the police station. He pressed the button for the top floor when the entered the metal contraption, he remained silent as the elevator slowly brought them to the roof top.
Metal doors opened with a loud, sharp, ding the two policeman walked out and head for the spot light, walking atop the graveled roof top. Their feet made faint crunching sound as they walked.
Gordon hit the signal, illuminating the night sky. The folded his arms and waited, observing Katarina from the corner of his eye. She was unmoving, the cold breeze moved her hair, her arms broke out into goose bumps, but she didn’t take head. Her normally warm brown eyes were empty, they held none of the joy and playfulness they usually did.
The minutes that ticked by felt like hours, until finally the faint sound of crunching foot steps where head from behind the two silent people. The Batman had arrived.
“What seems to be the problem Lieutenant?” the raspy growled question came from a shadowed corner of the roof.
Gordon knew that Katarina would not be able to recount the tale to the Dark Knight so he took a deep breath, steeled his nerves and began to tell the Caped Crusader about the video tape.
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A child!
The Joker was going to kill a child if he didn’t turn himself in. Not just any child one he knew, one who’s mother was standing in front of him, tears in her vacuous eyes. She had yet to utter a word, she stood motionless as Gordon told him what was happening, gaze unfocused and cast downward.
The once proud outspoken Katarina Napier, the fiery woman he had meet as both Bruce and Batman, looked broken. A china doll that had lost its splendor, leaving behind a lovely empty shell.
“He gave her 48 hours.” Gordon finished his long monologue. He shook his head to get rid of the face of the frightened child, who was so innocent he trusted the Joker to keep his promise and knew his mother was coming for him. Both the Batman and Katarina remained silent.
“I’m going to help the others try and analyze the tape, hopefully it will have a lead for us.” Gordon made his way to the door that lead to the staircase, he need sometime to think before he could handle this situation and walking helped him think.
Katarina showed no reaction to Gordon’s leaving, the door’s closing echoed in the silence of the night. Katarina took a step forward, then another, slow pained steps that brought her closer to the Batman. She fell to her jean clad knees in front of him, the biting sting of the sharp pebbles were ignored.
“Please…please you have to help my son.” She began, tears rolled down her cheeks to the floor.
“He’s all I have left, he’s only eight years old” Katarina brought her head up to look at the Batman’s face, “ He wants to be a scientist when he grows up…” she gave him a watery smile and she remembered her baby boy announcing that.
“I cant, a sob escaped her mouth, I cant live with out him. Please I know what I’m asking means to you. But…”
Katarina collapsed against a black clad thigh, her hands bunched in to hi cloak as she sobbed and hiccupped. Her anguished cries tore into Bruce’s chest, he swallowed the lump in his throat as she composed her self enough to continue.
“You cant let him die, please, you cant.” Katarina rocked herself against the smooth material of his thigh, cloak bunched in her white knuckles she kept repeating that he couldn’t he just couldn’t.
And Bruce knew he truly couldn’t.
His gloved hands grasped his helmet, his mind was made up. He could let a child die for the sake of Batman. A pure innocent boy whose innocent smile and care free had reminded him so much of himself at the dinner.
The tight material of the mask slid from his face, he let it drop to the ground. He closed his eyes for a moment, looking into the chasm he was about to dive into to. Slowly he knelt down to the shattered mother. He unclenched her hands softly from his cape and grasped her face.
Their brown eyes meet, her’s tear filled and red.
“Bruce Wayne…” her whispered words, voice cracked and hoarse from her heartbreaking sobs, sealed his fate, he could not go back. In 48 hours all of Gotham would say those same words in the same awed voice she had.
In 48 hours Batman would be no more.
By: TheDisasterousChibi
Last Time:
Jack was robed once more Katarina noted. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and the released her moving to the new door that had appeared in between the other too. The Joker took her into his arms and gave her one last mind blowing kiss, he squeezed her ass for good measure and wrapped his black robe around her. He too walked to the new door.
Her demon and her angel looked at her one last time. Her angel walked through the door first leaving the devil behind. He spoke one last time to her.
“Find the balance darlin’. if anyone can its you.” with that cryptic message and one last wink the Joker was gone as well. Katarina tucked her self into his black robe a bit more snuggly as she contemplated his messages.
“Find the balance.”
The ringing of Rachel phone smashed Katarina’s dream world to pieces, she was once again in Rachel’s apartment, in the now cold water of the tub. She hurriedly stepped out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her as she raced to answer the phone.
“This is the Dawes’ household” she spoke into the receiver.
“Katarina, this is Gordon. Come to the Station immediately. The Joker has sent us a tape…with a letter addressed to you…”
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Chapter Twelve: Paternal Conversations
Katarina did not bother to chose a proper attire. She hastily put on a pair of jeans and the nearest shirt she could find. Her sneakers were on her feet with out socks or being tied, her hair was dripping wet. She didn’t bother to grab her coat, just her keys and she was out the door locking it quickly and running down the steps of the stairs to her car. The late setting sun was casting eerie shadows across the city. A foreboding sign.
Her sirens were turned on and she broke every traffic law known to man as she traveled down the Main street of Gotham. She ran several red lights and made quite a few less then safe sharp turns. Gordon’s voice sounded urgent. The last time the Joker had shown a tape, one poor man had died on national television, his body hanged outside the Commissioner’s window.
This time the tape concerned her.
A sharp left and five minutes later Katarina was parking in front of the Grey stone police station. She took the large front steps two at a time. Her breath coming out in white puffs as she hustled into the Gotham Police Station. Gordon was waiting for her in the front lobby, a grim look on his tired face. He looked even worst then he had this morning.
“When did the tape arrive, how delivered it?” She immediately asked, her mind set into police mode.
“About half an hour ago somewhere around 5:00 o‘clock. No witnesses to the drop off. Katarina you need to come see the tape. We haven’t opened the letter yet.” Gordon walked briskly to the briefing room of the station.
A relatively small room that was now filled to the brim with all the people involved with the Joker cases. Their reactions were mixed as she walked into the room. Some looked disgusted, others avoided her eyes, but most openly starred.
“Ramirez play the tape please.” Gordon asked as he locked the door behind them.
The Hispanic woman pushed the play button on the old fashion VCR. At first all that was seen was static. Then Katarina’s heart stopped. The quite murmur of the room died down. Eyes widened in horror.
“Hello darlin’! Since our, uh, last little meeting ended badly I decided too, ah, try and persuade you to see things my way.” The Joker began his monolog.
“I’m sure you know this little guy. Such a handsome young boy isn’t he”
The Joker continued giving J.C’s cheek a small slap. Bound, gagged and blindfolded J.C was sitting on the Joker’s knee, shaking, his small whimpers where muffled by the dirty rag that gagged him.
“Now don’t worry about him. He’ll be just fine if you do exactly what I tell you to. Better yet, Jackie why don’t you tell your mom what we want her to do?” the Joker gave the camera a wide smile. His tongue came out to moisten his lips, his eyes focused on the camera.
His purple gloved fingers savagely tore the rag from J.C’s mouth. He brought his face closed to the boys ears. The side of his face rubbing against his leaving traces of white make up along the young boys tanned skin. His crimson lips moved, but his voice was to low to be heard.
“Y-yo-you mus-s-t del-del…I cant… I cant remember the word Mister. Please don’t hurt me!” J.C cried out in desperation, his lips trembled and wet trails stained his cheeks and darkened the material of the blindfold. His cheeks were flushed from crying, his chest heaved as he tried to breath in and out, his fear evident in every gesture.
“ Hush, shush, shush, a gloved hand began to stroke J.C’s blonde curls affectionately, its deliver, the next word is deliver. Now keep going just like we practiced.
J.C took another deep breath and began again, his tiny voice steadier now, “You must deliver the Batman’s id-iden-ididta…”
“Identity, boy now keep going” the Joker tugged at J.C’s hair, the child gave a slight cry of pain.
“You must deliver the Batman’s identity, in public, in 48 hours.” J.C finish his memorized speech with a one last shutter, the Batman was an icon to him just like Superman; a hero.
“If you don’t, the Joker continued after J.C was done, well then this will happen to our boy here Kat!”
The camera angle switched angles rapidly, the camera man was turning it, as it refocused another terrible sight came to view. Anita Seeker, bloodied and bruised, tied to a support beam.
“Please help me, please let me go.” the hysteric reporter sobbed to the camera man. Her sobs shook her body, she twisted from side to side trying to break her bonds.
“Now, now miss reporter I’m going to teach you not to tell a lie!” The Joker walked into the camera’s view, J.C was no where in sight.
“Please don’t, please!”
She was back handed, her lip slip and bled sluggishly, head knocked against the wall. Her sobbing increased in volume but she kept herself silent. The Joker had a canister of something in his hand.
“This is my own brand of laughing gas. It’s, uh, sure to put a smile on your face!” He began to cackle madly as he shook the vial for the camera to see. He grabbed Anita’s face, stuffing the canister inside her mouth, the muffled screams of the woman filled to silent police room.
“Now Katarina pay close attention to this. It’s a gift from me to you doll” he had barely finished his sentence when he snapped the pin off of the black canister and backed away a few steps . For a couple of seconds nothing happening then, slothfully an orange smoke exited its black container. Anita spit it out of her mouth, it clanked as it hit the floor in front of her.
The gas rose covering her face, the woman’s frightened screams sounded louder and louder until suddenly those same screams turned into outrageous uncontrollable laughter. Tears feel from her eyes, her breath came out in pants as her laughter continued, her body trashed as if experiencing a seizure. She quaked and quivered, body vibrating, until she slumped forward and all movement stopped.
The camera followed the Joker as he walked to the other side of the room, a small huddled figure sat in a corner. His eyes were squeezed shut, his hands covered his ears small fisted into his golden locks. His blindfold was gone, though his hands and feet remained tied.
The Joker picked him up and placed him on his knee again.
“You can open you eyes Jackie. He‘s such a good obedient boy Kat!”
The boy slowly opened his teary eyes, those big green eyes came closer as the camera focused in on their faces. The zoomed image only showed the upper body of the two males.
“Jackie don’t you want to tell your Mother something before we go?” the boy nodded his head in affirmation. The Joker smiled a smile that showed his slightly yellowed teeth, the scarred skin straining with effort.
“Mommy, please come get me. I want to go home to Auntie Rachel’s please. Batman will help you and Mr. Joker promised to let me go if you do what he says. I love you Mommy” J.C was cut off by a hand covering his mouth, he didn’t struggle he simply submitted.
“And I’m a man of my word Katarina. Now just announce who the Bat is by this time on Tuesday and all will be right as rain. Jackie and I will be waiting lover!.”
The camera cut, static consumed the monitor flashing gray and white light into the room. No one moved for a moment, the Officer Ramirez pressed eject and turn off the screen.
“This also came with the tape. Open it” Gordon handed Katarina a white envelope.
It was heavier then a letter should be, she tore open the letter with shaking fingers and shook the envelope, a blue Joker card fell into her hand there was writing on the back. The black inked words blurred from the tears in her eyes, she blinked several times to rid herself of them. She had to stay strong until she had her baby in her arms.
Dear Lover,
I’m sure that by now you’ve seen mine and Jackie’s first homemade video
unless you want to see a second one, featuring our darling golden boy,
you will do exactly as instructed. You have 48 hours lover. Better get started.
An Agent of Chaos.
The small and neat cursive penmanship, each stroke of the pen concise and methodic, was a hand that Katarina was quite familiar with from many notes left on the fridge or on her pillow. This was Jack’s handwriting, no she corrected, the Joker’s handwriting.
She passed the card on to Gordon who’s eyes scanned the writing and closed his eyes briefly. Gordon, Katarina knew, had a son who couldn’t be much older then J.C perhaps ten or eleven. The other officers looked at her with pity, but she didn’t care she was numb completely devoid of feeling in a state of complete shock.
“I need to use the signal.” the emotionless voice of Katarina called out to Gordon. The graying man gave her a nod. He turned to the others in the room.
“I want you all to analyze that tape and find out where he filmed it. This boy is top priority, him and Dent.”
The present police officers nodded solemnly and dispersed from the room. Most stayed clear of the woman with vacant eyes, some brave souls placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as they exited the room. All went unregistered.
“Come with me Katarina” Gordon walked out of the room and made his way to the elevator of the police station. He pressed the button for the top floor when the entered the metal contraption, he remained silent as the elevator slowly brought them to the roof top.
Metal doors opened with a loud, sharp, ding the two policeman walked out and head for the spot light, walking atop the graveled roof top. Their feet made faint crunching sound as they walked.
Gordon hit the signal, illuminating the night sky. The folded his arms and waited, observing Katarina from the corner of his eye. She was unmoving, the cold breeze moved her hair, her arms broke out into goose bumps, but she didn’t take head. Her normally warm brown eyes were empty, they held none of the joy and playfulness they usually did.
The minutes that ticked by felt like hours, until finally the faint sound of crunching foot steps where head from behind the two silent people. The Batman had arrived.
“What seems to be the problem Lieutenant?” the raspy growled question came from a shadowed corner of the roof.
Gordon knew that Katarina would not be able to recount the tale to the Dark Knight so he took a deep breath, steeled his nerves and began to tell the Caped Crusader about the video tape.
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A child!
The Joker was going to kill a child if he didn’t turn himself in. Not just any child one he knew, one who’s mother was standing in front of him, tears in her vacuous eyes. She had yet to utter a word, she stood motionless as Gordon told him what was happening, gaze unfocused and cast downward.
The once proud outspoken Katarina Napier, the fiery woman he had meet as both Bruce and Batman, looked broken. A china doll that had lost its splendor, leaving behind a lovely empty shell.
“He gave her 48 hours.” Gordon finished his long monologue. He shook his head to get rid of the face of the frightened child, who was so innocent he trusted the Joker to keep his promise and knew his mother was coming for him. Both the Batman and Katarina remained silent.
“I’m going to help the others try and analyze the tape, hopefully it will have a lead for us.” Gordon made his way to the door that lead to the staircase, he need sometime to think before he could handle this situation and walking helped him think.
Katarina showed no reaction to Gordon’s leaving, the door’s closing echoed in the silence of the night. Katarina took a step forward, then another, slow pained steps that brought her closer to the Batman. She fell to her jean clad knees in front of him, the biting sting of the sharp pebbles were ignored.
“Please…please you have to help my son.” She began, tears rolled down her cheeks to the floor.
“He’s all I have left, he’s only eight years old” Katarina brought her head up to look at the Batman’s face, “ He wants to be a scientist when he grows up…” she gave him a watery smile and she remembered her baby boy announcing that.
“I cant, a sob escaped her mouth, I cant live with out him. Please I know what I’m asking means to you. But…”
Katarina collapsed against a black clad thigh, her hands bunched in to hi cloak as she sobbed and hiccupped. Her anguished cries tore into Bruce’s chest, he swallowed the lump in his throat as she composed her self enough to continue.
“You cant let him die, please, you cant.” Katarina rocked herself against the smooth material of his thigh, cloak bunched in her white knuckles she kept repeating that he couldn’t he just couldn’t.
And Bruce knew he truly couldn’t.
His gloved hands grasped his helmet, his mind was made up. He could let a child die for the sake of Batman. A pure innocent boy whose innocent smile and care free had reminded him so much of himself at the dinner.
The tight material of the mask slid from his face, he let it drop to the ground. He closed his eyes for a moment, looking into the chasm he was about to dive into to. Slowly he knelt down to the shattered mother. He unclenched her hands softly from his cape and grasped her face.
Their brown eyes meet, her’s tear filled and red.
“Bruce Wayne…” her whispered words, voice cracked and hoarse from her heartbreaking sobs, sealed his fate, he could not go back. In 48 hours all of Gotham would say those same words in the same awed voice she had.
In 48 hours Batman would be no more.