28 Epilogue-Arc 1

Gordon looked over his desk and sighed. Today was a mess. Gotham Academy was held at gunpoint and a kid had shot Harley Quin dead. More importantly, Bruce Wayne's kid. But his friend was sympathetic to their situation at least.

Still, as he looked over the report, he should have been happy. Gotham had rid itself of another supervillain, the first one in years despite the laws. 

Hill, who was standing next to him, couldn't contain her smile, "Sir, no casualties on our end. The girl, Mira, will recover soon enough with therapy. Just a few guards dead." 

Listening to her talk, he realized why his state of happiness was only theoretical. 

"Hill, how soon can we release the bodies back to their families?" 

"Day after tomorrow, Sir," At least that was agreeable before he was commissioner, it used to take five days.

"Good. And do our birds tell us of any movement from the Joker?" He asked as he leaned back in the chair. 

"Something but not big. When the attack happened, all the birds switched focus to it," she reported back what she had gotten. 

Their birds—informants were not the most useful people; they usually kept their eyes next to the biggest news, keeping the state of their info fresh and as spicy as possible. 

"Anything substantial? Harley won't act out like that. Not without her 'Darling' telling her too." 

Hill scoffed, "She is a psycho. Could have wanted to prove herself. Something like that. The birds only sing about small regular patrols to claim territory or fight against Ruby and Penguin." 

"Hill, know something. You may think less of criminals but they are, at the end of the day, brilliant. Gotham's underworld is hyper-competitive. You don't become a crime boss like Joker and Harley without brains and guts." 

Still, he stood up from his chair and pulled out a box from underneath his desk drawer. Taking the handle, he turned to Hill, "Let's go find out what the hell the Joker been up to." 

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Madison was with Hill. When was he not with her? He wondered. He was basically her partner nowadays. Well, 'driver' might be a better word for it. 

"So Lt, what are we doing here?" He said as he stopped the JLTV in front of the subway station. 

"Interrogation," Madison nodded as he pulled an MP5 from the back seat. 

Seeing him, Hill put her hands on the gun. "Unauthorised." 

"It is life insurance, Lt," He said as he pushed her hands off. Hill was a little irritated but pushed it down and let it go. These life insurance schemes of his had a bad habit of coming in handy. 

She pulled the gate open as she jumped down. The fallen billboards dumped over the frame of a once pristine entrance hooked her gaze. The concrete shell of it was cracked and torn and the billboards almost acted as a makeshift roof for the entrance. 

Pulling her gun out, she flicked the safety off, to which Madison smirked. She rolled her eyes as she smirked back, "Life insurance." 

Madison pushed the billboards back to make room for them.

The boards had no integrity, easily thrown and ripped apart with the slightest force. They made an entrance for themselves. 

Inside, with each step, the wooden stairs groaned, crying from use. Even the termites were rotten. 

"What the hell are we interrogating here?" Madison asked, the gun clenched in his hand.

"You will know when you see him." Madison wasn't a fan of her words, not one bit. She always told them to slide something past him. So, as the darkened stairs reached their ends, Madison put his hands on the shoulders of Hill, stopping her. "Who?" He demanded.

He had put his foot down. She would not get this without telling him, so she would let her partner have it, "Solomon Grundy."

He almost screamed, "Are you mad!? Solomon Grundy? You want us dead?" 

"We won't die trust me Madison." 

They were about to meet one of the madmen of Gotham, they should be worried. His hands went to the tranq dart he had hedged in his vest. Standard issue. If the dart penetrates, it does the job. If it penetrates. 

It fucking won't, but he took a deep breath and let her go, "Sure. You owe me for risking my life with you." 

Hill looked at him and smiled. "Sure, alcohol then." He nodded, "Sure, alcohol, sounds nice." 

As they took the last step, a low growl rippled through the air. 

"Grundy no like you! Out!" 

Hearing the growl, a chill ran up Madison's spine. "You sure he's our guy?" 

"Grundy! This is Hill. I have brought you our part of the deal." 

"Hill? Deal? Meal? Come Grundy, no kill you." 

Madison had his left arm on the hand cannon, otherwise called Desert Eagle, on his vest. The MP5 was pointless, but this baby was not—probably, hopefully. 

Clearing the corner, Madison froze in place. An icy pale giant, TV and real life were different. This thing could snap his hands like a twig. 

The thing stood over twice his height as it looked down at him, the bare few strands of hair still sticking to his head. "Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday; Christened on a Tuesday; Married on a Wednesday!" 

"Nice to meet you again, Grundy." Unperturbed by the beast, Hill spoke. Madison barely kept his hands from shaking as he waited.

"Have it?" The beast asked. 

Hill did not delay as she pulled out the case Gordon had given her, "Here." 

Taking the case Grundy pulled it open, Madison's brows crumpled up but he did not ask what was in that thing, now was not the time. 

"Good. Joker gang fighting Ruby–Penguin gang sewers." 

"It was a pleasure Grundy, don't get in the police's sights." 

"Grundy stay away from fight now." 

Bull and shit, Madison's eyes hardened, once a supervillain always a supervillain. 

"So Grundy? Anything else to tell us? We could find more of it for you if you do." 

"No. Grundy done with police."

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[A/N: Done with the epilogue. Done with the Arc, done with Harley. 

So anyway, this is the end of a lot of things. 

Looking back, through the whole of the 29(?) chapters that I have made which basically come out to 28K words, that was an experience. 

The first few drafts were a mess not gonna lie, they were basically exposition dumps. I hated it…so it got dumped. 

Now I learned quite early on that I needed a character sheet since juggling OCs was a pain. 

By the way, while talking to my Editor(Vita) I realized that she did not know why Heylel became Mira and she got the exact powers that she did.

Well, read the synopsis guys, what happens when you say, no or skip to a 'Do-you-want-to-make-a-character?' in a video game?

Thank you all for reading this fanfic and sticking with it till now and possibly for much longer into the future.]