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n the shadows of that warehouse, where only the sound of tension thickening in the air could be heard,

Blade removed his mask...

Slowly… as if revealing the final chapter in a book no one had ever dared to finish.

His face emerged clearly under the dangling overhead light—half of it disfigured,

his right eye blind, clouded with a pale whiteness like snow, and a deep scar…

as if someone had tried to butcher him and left him bleeding in the night without mercy.

But all of that… was nothing compared to that remaining blue eye,

staring at the Joker without a hint of fear… only something colder than death itself.

Blade's smile became terrifying… but not just any terrifying smile—

it was the laughter of death that lived in his eyes, even in silence.

The Joker took a step back… for the first time in his history of chaos, mockery, and madness,

there was a genuine tremble in his limbs,

his breath began to stutter, as if his chest was caving in…

Then… the Joker opened his mouth, and his voice wasn't like usual—

not defiant, not arrogant… but slowly pleading:

"Listen, just hear me out… Let's put this behind us, yeah?

I… I can give you anything, anything you want!

Information, money, hell—I've even got a small bomb in Parliament—nothing major, but hey, it's yours if you want it!"

Then he added with a shaky voice:

"Nobody has to die tonight, right? A truce… a real one.

I'm not joking, no tricks, just… don't do anything stupid…"

But Blade didn't say a word for a few moments… he just kept staring at the Joker.

Then he whispered, so softly it was like he was speaking to himself:

"A truce?... You really don't get it...

I'm not here to make the world a better place...

I'm just here… so no one else has to live like me."

The Joker froze… as if all his shadows, illusions, and laughter

had evaporated in the face of that reply.

In the back, Harley Quinn watched it all,

tied up, helpless—but her eyes told a different story.

Inside her, a storm of thoughts was raging…

Then she whispered to herself, barely audible:

"Your legend ends tonight, Joker…

You weren't defeated by Batman, or any hero…

But by a madness… purer than yours… and deeper than your chaos.

You played with the world's madness, but this man?...

He's no clown…

He's reckoning."

Blade smiled again… then slowly raised his weapon, aiming it at the Joker…

And finally said:

"You know, Joker?

If I had a whole heart...

maybe I'd feel sorry for you…

But instead, I'll just show you what it means when even madness is afraid of you."

The light flickered in the warehouse…

This was the night the Joker fell—

Not by a hero's hand, but by a madman… one so much like him, yet who didn't laugh for the same reasons.

Blade approached the Joker's body lying on the ground,

his final groans fading into a silence as heavy as death itself.

He bent down slowly, one hand clutching his mask, the other reaching for the Joker's head…

He ran his fingers through the messy green hair, eerily slow,

as if bidding farewell to a shadow that had lived inside him for far too long.

He spoke in a low voice,

but every word bled with quiet rage—

a matured anger, the kind that doesn't scream… it burns.

"I would've let you live… just to make you taste humiliation drop by drop…

I wanted every day to be a curse for you…

I wanted to torment you, break you from the inside…"

He paused for a moment, staring at the lifeless face of the Joker.

That single blue eye didn't blink…

The smile on Blade's face had vanished, replaced by a deadly coldness.

"But when you crossed a line you didn't understand…

When you brought up people you never knew—

people shaped by memories that refuse to die…

When you mentioned my family…"

He tightened his grip on the mask until a faint cracking sound was heard.

"…that's when the show ended.

That's when it stopped being a game.

I decided to send you where no one ever comes back from.

To that eternal darkness…

where you don't laugh, don't speak,

and don't even remember who you are."

Then he stood up, standing over the corpse,

lifted his mask and looked at it for a moment,

then slowly returned it to his face, as if putting on his true skin.

And behind him…

Harley Quinn stood still, staring at him…

Her eyes wide with awe and disbelief…

She was seeing in this man everything the Joker could never be:

Honest strength, real wounds, a laugh without a mask.

She whispered to herself, as a single tear drew a line down her cheek:

"He walked into the darkness… but he didn't drown in it.

He made it breathe his name…

Blade… you're not a clown…

You're the curse even clowns are afraid of."

Blade approached Harley Quinn, that usual dumb grin starting to spread across his face—

A grin you could never tell was mocking the world, himself, or death itself for leaving him alive through it all.

He crouched down to her level, reaching for her restraints,

and as he untied her, he spoke in that cocky, playful, jester-like tone:

"There you go—free as a bird… or like Joker's thoughts during breakfast.

Do whatever you want—dance, explode, be the star of your own freakshow!

As for me? I'm heading home… just remembered something important:

I've got a bed waiting for me… and a pile of silence… maybe even a Margherita pizza."

Then he stood up lightly and clapped his hands, like closing a stage performance:

"Farewell, Lady Chaos… enjoy the rest of your evening, and… try not to kill anyone for no reason—at least!"

But just before he fully turned away, he heard her soft voice trailing behind him…

A voice that wasn't manic or performative—

It was oddly real.

"Wait!"

He turned to her, eyebrows slightly raised in surprise,

and saw Harley Quinn standing, her eyes shimmering with a strange kind of curiosity—maybe even admiration.

"I'm coming with you…"

She said it with a confidence he wasn't used to seeing in someone like her, then added:

"Wherever you go, I'll go.

Not because I'm lost… but because I saw something in you…

Something that doesn't show up often in this world."

She stepped toward him, one slow step at a time, her eyes locked on his face,

as if trying to decode the chaos he lived with.

"You don't laugh just because you're crazy…

You laugh because you're more than crazy.

You laugh because you've known pain,

You've tasted it… and it didn't kill you.

And I want to know… how?

How are you still standing?

How hasn't that laugh choked you yet?"

Blade stood silent, just for a single moment,

then let out a short laugh and said:

"Ah, Harley…

Don't you know I've been trying to figure that out for years?

And maybe… just maybe, someone asking the same question is interesting enough to keep me from pulling the trigger."

Then he pointed toward the exit:

"Come on, come on… before I change my mind and send you off to the Joker's Eternal Void Club.

Just remember… if you're stepping into my world, you'll need a helmet, a seatbelt, and a hot cup of tea."

Harley Quinn smiled, then followed him,

with only one voice echoing in her mind:

"This isn't the end of a story…

It's the beginning of a fall into untold depths."

Then Harley asked Blade, genuinely confused:

"Why did you want to kill the Joker that badly?!"

Blade tilted his head back and replied:

"Imagine you're carrying a blackberry pie…

And you place it among a bunch of vanilla pies.

Then comes a weird-flavored pie trying to steal one of the vanilla ones away…

What do you think happens next?"

Harley blinked, completely puzzled by Blade's bizarre metaphor.

Then suddenly she burst into laughter, shouting:

"I get it! I get it!

The Joker tried to hurt someone you care about,

And you got your revenge for that, right?!"

Blade shook his head with a bewildered look, muttering:

"You're so weird!

You actually got what I meant... I love that.

From now on—you're my permanent sidekick."

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