Author's note:  Hey all! Sorry about the delay! Thanks to all my reviewers! I enjoyed reading everything and I hope that your comments will only make me a better writer. To duhgreat1 and nightmare1, thanks for jumping on this story before I finished it. Enjoy the final chapter!

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:: Gotham Sporting Goods ::

"Who's this? This isn't Two-Face!!! Who is this???" asked the Joker vehemently.

"I...I...I don't know puddin," came the meek reply from Harley Quinn.

"This is just some punk kid!!! Who would dare to try and kill me??? And use just some punk kid???????" screamed the Joker.

His anger had reached the boiling point. He had to do something about it. No one tries to kill the Joker and lives. Everyone who's tried got it in the end. There was only one choice to make now.

"Well, it doesn't matter who this is... his life is going to suck in a few seconds," he said as he pulled out his gun.

He cocked the trigger. He aimed it dead-on at the imposter Judge.

BLAM!

BLAM!

BLAM!

The bullets went right into Ollie's chest. The Joker cackled with glee while he spun around, pointing the gun in the air.

"That was just for you Batsy! Come on out and be a part of the killing spree!" he called out.

There was some movement in the shadows above. The Joker fired a couple of rounds into the air, but nothing happened. Suddenly, the gun was knocked out of his hand. A bat-a-rang hit the ground the same time as the gun. The Joker was wildly looking around for his nemesis. Still, Batman hid in the shadows.

"Come out; come out, wherever you are!!!"

Finally Batman and Robin came down from the shadows above. Batman pounced on the Joker, sending him backwards into a bunch of basketballs. He knocked them over, one of the balls hitting his head.

"Hey, lay off of my puddin!!!" said Harley as she readied herself for a fight.

She swung the mallet hard at Batman. He easily ducked out of the way. The momentum made Harley lose her balance. She fell flat on her butt. Batman advanced towards her, but Harley did a leg sweep and knocked Batman down. She scurried back up, hoping to get the upper hand. She swung her mallet again at Batman. This time, it connected and hit him hard in the head.

As this was going on, Robin quickly went over to Ollie to check and see if he was still alive. He felt for a pulse, but got none. He bowed his head in sadness as he realized that he was too late to save Ollie. His hand, however, brushed against something else on his neck.

He felt around and came across a small bump. He realized that it was underneath a flesh-colored band-aid. He pulled off the band-aid and found something he didn't expect. A microchip. The same kind that was used on Bruce, Jim, and Mayor Hill. An idea formed into his head. It was quickly replaced by the danger that was looming behind him.

"What's that you got there, kid?" asked the Joker.

Apparently, he had gotten back up. He was now standing behind Robin, wanting to know what Robin knew. He was more interested in that than in Robin himself.

"Uh, well, it's a microchip," Robin replied.

"Huh? Give me that!" said the Joker.

He managed to pry the chip out of Robin's hands. As he was holding the microchip, the same idea was forming in his head. Hatter only gave me three microchips. I had used all of mine already... So, Hatter was holding out on me! He's going to pay dearly for it.

Robin snatched the microchip back from the Joker.

"Hey, give that back you little brat!"

"Finders keepers, losers weepers!"

"Oh, really? The only one who's going to weep around here is the Bat once he realizes that you're dead."

Joker then threw a punch at Robin. He hit him in the stomach. Then he put his hands together and brought them down onto Robin's back. Robin fell, but got right back up. He kicked the Joker in the shin. Joker yelped and scowled at Robin. Robin followed through by doing a leg sweep which in turn made the Joker fall on his butt.

"Alright, that's it! The kid gloves are coming off!" spat the Joker.

"I haven't even broken a sweat yet," boasted Robin.

The Joker growled and looked around. He needed a weapon, and he needed it fast. Then he saw it. A bag of golf clubs.

"As all comedians know, you must improvise if you haven't captured your audience! Allow me to demonstrate!"

He quickly grabbed one of the golf clubs. He felt it in his hands. Robin wasn't going to wait around for him to start swinging, so he tried to take down the Joker.

"Now, where was I? Oh yes! I was going to practice my swing!" said the Joker, as he swung the club at Robin's head.

He kept on swinging at Robin. Robin dodged every one of the swings. The Joker was beginning to get frustrated, but he had an idea. He swung at Robin really hard this time. Again, Robin ducked. This time, however, the Joker let the momentum of the swing turn his body completely around. As his body turned halfway, he grabbed the club with both hands. Robin began to advance towards the Joker, hoping to get a hit. But the Joker turned completely around and swung the club as if he was hitting a golf ball high into the air. The club connected with Robin's chin.

"Hoo Hah! Looks like I got a birdie on that one!" squealed the Joker.

Robin fell backwards, blood spilling out of his mouth. The club had busted his lip. Robin was a little dazed, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet. As the Joker was ready to beat Robin senseless, he saw Batman out of the corner of his eye. He was standing over a defeated and handcuffed Harley Quinn.

"Hmm. My golf game is coming to an abrupt end. Time to go for the hole in one," said the Joker as he pulled out a small handgun.

He cocked the gun, aimed it at Robin and.......


SMACK!


Batman's fist came across the Joker's jaw. Joker stumbled away from Batman, hoping to get away. He pointed the gun at Batman, but it was knocked out of his hand. The Batman kicked it out of his hand. He stalked towards the Joker, his face much more grim than usual.

"Heh heh heh.... I didn't do something to upset you, have I?"

Batman glared at him one last time before knocking him out cold. An uppercut sent the Joker flying into a set of soccer balls. He slumped down to the ground, defeated.

"Are you alright?" asked Batman.

"I've been better," replied Robin.

Batman briefly smirked, and then looked towards the Judge. He then looked at Robin.

"Where's the microchip?" he asked.

"How did you....." Robin wondered.

"I just do. Let me see it."

Batman gave it a once over and knew exactly what to do next.

"It looks like someone else has been busy. They can't be far though. The Mad Hatter's chips don't work from a long distance."

As they went outside, a small, black car was parked across the street in the mall. Batman and Robin quickly went over, hoping to catch who was controlling the Judge. Suddenly, the car came to life. It sped away from the two crime fighters. Batman tagged it with a transmitter before it was out of their range.

As the car sped away, they raced to the Batmobile. The Batmobile followed the car from a safe distance. Robin pondered where they were going. He was pretty sure, but he wanted to be absolutely sure.

"Do you know exactly where we're going?" asked Robin.

"Gotham Arbors Apartments. I think I know who's driving that car," replied Batman.



:: Gotham Arbors ::


The Batmobile pulled up. They both searched the road for the small black car. Robin spotted it first.

"Over there, in the alley," he said.

"Good work. Go get the transmitter and meet me up there. I still might need your help," said Batman.

Batman drew out his grappling hook and aimed it for Hatter's apartment. It connected. He pulled it taut, and then pressed a button. As he climbed upwards, he tried his best to stay calm. It was difficult, though. After being the Joker's pawn, albeit brief, it wasn't fun.

He flung open the windows and stepped inside. He stalked into the bedroom where the Mad Hatter was frantically packing a suitcase.

"Going somewhere, Tetch?" growled Batman.

"AHHH! Batman! I...I...I...."

"Save it, I know exactly what happened. You used that kid to try and get back at the Joker. You kidnapped Two-Face so no one would suspect that it was you behind the whole thing. Isn't that true? Isn't it???" bellowed Batman.

The Mad Hatter just stood there for a couple of seconds. Then he broke down and cried. He knew he was caught. He couldn't escape now, so there was no use in trying.

"You just couldn't do it. No one could accept it! Not a single person!!! Not the Penguin, not the Judge, not the Joker, and especially not you!!! None of you could accept the fact that I was sane! I finally, finally had put the past behind me! Oh, but no! It can't be that way! Once a criminal, always a criminal!!! You just wouldn't leave me alone! Why couldn't you leave me alone? Why? Why....why...why...." sobbed the Mad Hatter.

"Where's Two-Face?" asked Batman in as nice of a tone as he could possibly muster.

"I put him in the closet..." replied Hatter.

At this time, Robin entered. Batman saw him out of the corner of his eye.

"Two-Face is in the closet. Get him out of there, see if he needs any medical attention," said Batman.

"Yeah, sure," replied Robin softly.



:: Minutes later ::


"So, The Mad Hatter was up to his old tricks again?" asked Gordon.

"Yes," was all Batman would say.

"Well. I guess I'll say this before you go. Thanks a lot for helping us....out.....Batman?"

He turned, but Batman was already gone.



::Arkham Asylum, two weeks later ::


Jervis Tetch and Jonathan Crane, a.k.a. the Scarecrow, were sitting at a table playing chess. As they were playing, Hatter told Scarecrow his tale of woe.

"So I was pushed over the edge. I felt I had no other choice but to act the way I did," said Hatter.

"Interesting," was Crane's reply.

Two people had entered the recreation room. These two people had a bit of unfinished business with Hatter. Crane saw them first, since Tetch's back was to the door. Crane smiled as he watched what happened next.

"Hey Hatter....We thought we'd pay you a visit," said Two-Face.

"Yeah, I never got to thank you for making my return to Arkham, old hat," said the Joker.

Immediately, Jervis' eyes went wide with fright. He slowly turned to see the two men staring back at him. Two-Face was glaring, unconsciously flipping his coin, and the Joker was grinning from ear to ear.

"I can smell the fear," mumbled Crane to himself.

"Uh, He---hello, Joker. Two-Face," said Tetch meekly.

"So, you thought you'd kidnap poor Harv and try to kill me? And you actually thought you would get away with it too? Now that, my dear colleague, is a bad judge of character on your part. As you may well know, I don't take death threats seriously. I do, however, always make sure that whoever tries to kill me knows better to never ever do it again," said the Joker.

"I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt though! Harv's going to flip his coin there and we'll see if you get to live or not. Sounds like fun, right?"

The Joker put his hand on Tetch's head and began to shake it vigorously up and down.

"See, Harv? I told you he'd like that idea," smiled the Joker.

"I---I have a question, if you don't mind..." said Tetch meekly.

"OoooooOOOOooooo.....A question! Let's hear it!"

"Well, um... What makes you think it's my fault?"

"A little birdie told me! HA HA HA HA HA!"cackled the Joker. "So Harv, do us the honors, would you?"

"You know what?" said Two-Face.

"What's that old buddy, old pal," said the Joker.

"We won't need the coin to decide this time," replied Two-Face.

"Whoa, bold move! Now, what should we do first?" asked the Joker.

"Kill him," Two-Face simply said.


Needless to say, the Mad Hatter's screams were the first of many that night in Arkham Asylum.

The End