ELEVEN

Goblin Cave, Sealed Off Region, Gotham City.

(MC's POV)

After the events that took place in Arkham asylum, I understood that most of the people I cared about, if not all of them are always in constant danger. Now living is dangerous all by itself, which means I can never mitigate all the dangers they will face in life. But there are some dangers I can and I will eradicate.

I have to send a message to those pathetic fools that call themselves villains in Gotham. So, I turn around to look at the well secured Harley Quinn on the operation table. I have already removed parts of her brain and made some of her nerves even more sensitive for the procedure she's about to go through.

Today I will make sure being a villain in Gotham is stamped out, with the use of fear. A truly powerful weapon.

Now you're probably wondering how the hell did we get here. Let us go back a few hours.

(FLASHBACK)

I chased after joker and Harley Quinn through Arkham asylum. Their maniacal laughter was all the direction I need to find them. My glider has yet to join me so I'm on foot, but I'm quickly catching up to them. I'm super humanly fast after all. I cannot wait to get my hands on joker and rip that smile of his face, I mean literally rip it off.

I turn another corner, but I find myself in front of 20 henchmen, joker and Harley Quinn. Now if a had my suit on, this would be a breeze but I have my mask only, so I need to be careful. This was also a tight area, so dodging bullets despite all the practice I've had with Selina, will not be easy.

I'm still the green goblin though, I should know no fear. No more half-assing in my behaviour, from now on when I put on my mask I'll be a different man. No more thinking twice on what I want, I do what I want. And that isn't just me saying so, no that will be a fact, no a spoiler.(Ok this one is actually real, I feel the MC has been in DC long enough to be sure of every action he takes, so no more feeling scared or all that shit, he's now a real man).

I dash forward through the hail of bullets, I feel about five of them pierce me, but I'm so focused I barely feel the pain. I'm upon them before they can move, and I begin punching through the henchmen.

Blood and gut paints the walls of the asylum, brightening it up a bit. By the time I finish tearing through the fodders and look up for my real prize, I find that they've long absconded for their lives. But no matter, the hunt excites me.

My glider now arriving quickly races towards me and I flip on it, as it's in motion. With the help of the glider, I blaze forward and quickly catch the clowns trying to escape me.

I take out an explosive pumpkin bomb from my glider and fling it at Joker. He barely dodges it as it explodes on a wall, exposing a rainy Gotham night. Just outside the newly opened wall, is the body of water that surrounds the most of Gotham.

I stalk towards the Joker as he let's out another mad cackle, his friend(Harley) on the other hand seems scared out of her mind. Her madness seemed to have been overpowered by her dire situation. Good I'll kill Joker and make an example out of her. She being female will also help too.(See here, he doesn't care to think about what the heroes will do regarding the actions he will take on Harley Quinn).

Watching the still laughing Joker, I see him stop his laughter to start talking. Before he can get a word out, I rush towards him and grab him by the jaw. I then proceed with my previous plan and rip his jaw off cleanly, rendering him unable to laugh anymore.

Throwing away the squeezed into a glob of flesh jaw, gums, teeth and tongue, I grab the now bleeding out Joker and fling his body out of the building, through the hole in wall and into the waves of Gotham Harbour. And the Joker is a menace no more.

It is so weird how all of Batman's 'rivals' give him so much problem constantly, but die within seconds by my hands without putting up much of a fight. Every moment I'm in this universe I gain another reason to not fear the Dark Knight, and sincerely at this point, I cannot state that I fear him even in the slightest. To me he is but a clown, a clown of justice. PATHETIC.

A whimper brings me out of my thoughts and I turn to see the squirming Harley Quinn. Her fear increases even more when I begin walking towards her. She has no need to worry though, I plan on fixing her illness.

After all if being too happy is the reason she's a problem in society, then I can fix her and help society by removing her ability to feel joy and happiness. Maybe this is the reason I studied so much about the human anatomy, and I just didn't know it would be so useful.

With a smack to the back of her neck, I knock out the clown. I climb onto my glider and fly to my lair.

There in my lair, I perform surgeries on Harley Quinn, making sure to remove her amygdala and hippocampus. This makes it impossible for her to ever laugh again. See I fixed her, so easy.

Her procedure isn't done though. I increased the sensitivity of her sensory nerves. This will make sure that her next few hours will be filled with pain ten times the usual amount. After all she has to pay for all the pain she has caused others, and what better way is there than to feel such pain herself. This way she would never want anyone else to feel pain again.

I clean up the area and secure a naked Harley Quinn to a clean white operation table. I set up camera and sound equipments around her too before waking her up. She struggles and begs for a while until she finally shuts up resigned to her fate. Good girl.

I explain to her that I'm about to absolve her of all her crimes but it will be a long and painful journey. I also made sure to tell her that her pain will serve the purpose of scaring villains in Gotham out of their lives of crime. Let her know that she serves a good purpose.

I turn on the camera and pull out a syringe filled with chemicals, which if injected into the human body will cause pain similar to their skin being flayed, for three hours. A second syringe is filled with chemicals to keep her from fainting from the pain. She will be conscious in all three hours of pain and torture.

I inject both into her body, and the first thirty minutes are filled with her screaming he mouth sore. Next for over one hour, she cries and in pain. Then the final hour, her body simply shakes involuntarily while she makes no sound. Her mind must be broken, as I did not make any arrangements to keep her sane after the torture.

Not my problem, she doesn't have a strong enough will to live. She'll probably go right back to normal sometime in the future, of course she will lack the ability to laugh but she will survive. That is more than she deserves after all she has done in her lifetime.

I grandly drop her naked body in front of GPD building and take my leave. I will share the tape of her torture with the news station tomorrow, but today I have to go grieve with my father, like the filial son I am.