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‘The Dark Knight Lives’ Comes to an End

The Dark Knight Lives was a story detailing the return of the Dark Knight in the version of the Batwoman. Now that she has returned and The Penguin is at his most powerful over Gotham she will have to find a way to dig deep and stop him.

The next section of her story as the Batwoman will arrive later this year but for now, this journey has come to an end. This Friday arrives a new fan fiction story; one that focuses on a trio of stormtroopers. I can’t wait for you to read it.

I thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day.

The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-FIVE)

Lucius Fox stood before The Penguin, his lackadaisical expression betraying nothing. To his left stood the ever beautiful Pamela Isley. And to his right, Harley Quinn watched with a hungry gleam in her eye for carnage and a bat in her right hand to inflict such death.

Behind him stood a row of other Gothamites who were loyal to the city that once existed; the city that was free of corruption and evil practices. The city that Robin once protected. Now, Robin was dead and darkness had truly befallen the great city.

The Penguin regarded him like a cat regards a mouse. But Lucius never showed fear. He only stared back, waiting for whatever would happen next.

Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-FIVE)

The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-FOUR)

Gloria stood in the eerily quiet cave she had grown to call home, tears wettening her face as the image of Robin’s hanging body pierced her thoughts. In the past month, she had fought alongside against the evil forces under The Penguin’s reign. They never found Commissioner Lynx nor did they discover who The Penguin really was. Not until it was too late.

Robin was going to take The Penguin down. He said the mission was too dangerous. That he should go alone. Batwoman had been on a mission of her own as she strove to take The Penguin’s compatriots, Harley Quinn and the villainess now known as Poison Ivy, down. Gloria had wanted to join him. She told him he would need her help.

“Whatever happens to me, I’ll be okay knowing that you’ll still be here,” he had told her. Those were the last words he ever said to her. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-FOUR)

The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-THREE)

One month later…

Gotham was thrust into darkness after the horrifying death of the city’s loyal protector, Robin. It happened like a stone being cast into the night. Sudden and without warning.

The Flock had captured him and hung him from the top of the courthouse for all to see. That very next morning, the mayor, Tom Goldman, revealed his true identity, Harley Quinn and Pamela Isley standing by his shoulders. The city was thrown into even deeper shock and despair.

Commissioner Lynx was still missing and thought never to be found again.

Gloria Ramirez, now widely known in the city as the mysterious Nightwing, a compatriot of Robin’s, had never been more depressed. Robin had become more than just a mentor, he had become a friend. Losing him in such a horrible way was worse than she could’ve possibly imagined and it hurt her to the core.

Katherine Kane hadn’t been able to save him. But she had to save Gotham. For Robin.

That following night after his passing Batwoman stood on top of the very courthouse where Robin had been hung, rescued his corpse, and with the Bat-signal lighting up the night sky, she disappeared into the night.

 

The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-TWO)

Blake Lively hadn’t felt this defeated since he stood on the bridge and watched Batman’s helicopter explode over the ocean. At that moment, he knew he was truly alone. But there was also a sense of determination.

Bruce Wayne had died knowing that Gotham would be safe under his protection. He strove to prove Wayne correct. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-TWO)

The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-ONE)

The Penguin couldn’t remember the last time he had been this furious. He had a careful plan. One that was playing out splendidly. And then…then…

He couldn’t believe how his compatriots had betrayed his trust. His hands were shaking he was so filled with fury.

As the mayhem had ensued he had slipped away, heading immediately to the lair he once used as a base of operations beneath Gotham where he awaited Harley and Pamela. When they arrived with their surviving members of the masked mob he charged Quinn from out of the shadows, knocking her bat out of her hands with a swing of his cane and slamming her against the sewer wall. As Pamela raised her hand he unholstered a small handgun, pointing it directly at her. With Harley pinned and Pamela forced to not move lest she gets shot, he was able to vent his rage and the vitriol he sent forth was blistering. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-ONE)