Batman’s Son in Marvel

The eerie laughter echoed through the dark, narrow space, each burst of sound twisting through the tunnels like a knife.

Adam Wayne sat in his room, staring at the monitor, his fingers tense against the controls.

Why is he laughing?

Adam's back felt clammy as he watched Joker, surrounded by nearly a hundred drones, yet still acting as if he were the one in control.

"Why are you laughing?" Adam finally asked, his voice cold and mechanical through the drone speakers.

Joker's laughter died down slowly, his chest heaving as though he'd nearly choked.

When he raised his head, his bloodshot eyes glistened with madness. The painted smile on his face looked even more grotesque as it distorted with his expression.

"What am I laughing at? I'm laughing because someone like you—a nobody—managed to corner me!"

Joker's voice rose again.

"Not even Batman could do this! And yet… here I am!"

He licked his lips, as if savoring the chaos.

Adam didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply.

"Joker, are these your last words?" Adam asked flatly.

"Last words?" Joker's grin widened. "No, no, no! I don't think you'll kill me. Not you."

His eyes danced with provocation, daring Adam to pull the trigger.

Adam let out a soft sigh.

He's insane, but he has nerve. I'll give him that.

Joker's confidence wasn't baseless. His disregard for consequences and his willingness to die made him the most dangerous kind of opponent—a man with nothing to lose.

"Mr. Joker, I'll admit it—I respect your insanity."

"As a villain, you've taken madness to the next level. Your willingness to burn the world just to prove your point? That's terrifying."

Joker's grin stretched wider at the praise.

"Thank you for the compliment. Now, if we're done, I'll be leaving."

Joker motioned toward the exit, but Adam cut him off.

"Sorry, Mr. Joker. You're not leaving today."

Joker's grin twitched.

"You really don't care about the people in Gotham?"

Joker's tone turned sharp.

"The millions of people who'll die if I set off my bombs? What about the criminals here in the Underground Kingdom? They may be scum, but they're still human beings!"

His words were laced with mockery, but Adam shook his head.

"Wrong. I'm not Batman."

Unlike Bruce Wayne, Adam wasn't bound by rules or a moral code that prioritized saving lives over eliminating threats.

Joker's ace—the network of deadly poison gas devices scattered across Gotham—meant nothing to him.

Batman might back off, but Adam Wayne wouldn't.

"Mr. Joker, I repeat—I'm not Batman."

Joker's expression darkened.

"You can't be serious!"

Adam's voice remained calm.

"Even if you die, Joker, Gotham will keep moving forward. I won't let your delusions destroy this city."

Joker snarled, pulling out a detonator.

With a maniacal grin, he pressed the button.

Nothing happened.

His grin vanished.

"Impossible!"

Joker's eyes widened in disbelief as he pressed the button again and again, but the underground chamber remained eerily silent.

Adam leaned back in his chair, smirking.

"Nothing's impossible, Mr. Joker."

While Joker had been boasting, Adam had already acted.

Using the drones, he had deployed electromagnetic shielding to block all outgoing signals.

At the same time, Skynet mapped out the locations of Joker's poison gas devices and locked them down.

A three-dimensional projection filled Adam's screen, showing dozens of red markers—each one representing a deactivated device.

"Face it, Joker. Your ace is worthless."

Adam pressed the fire button without hesitation.

The drones opened fire.

Joker dodged and weaved through the barrage, his pistol blazing as he took down drone after drone.

Adam watched in disbelief.

"How is he still moving?"

Joker had been shot multiple times, his purple suit soaked in blood. Yet he didn't stop.

He fought like a cornered animal, ignoring the pain and the wounds.

When the gunfire finally stopped, Joker slumped against the wall, his eyes still wide open—staring at the drones.

Adam exhaled.

Even dying, he's terrifying.

For a moment, Adam almost felt like the villain.

But then he shook his head.

Joker wasn't a tragic figure—he was a monster.

"Rest in hell, Joker."

Adam sent another wave of drones to confirm Joker's death.

With no signs of life detected, he activated the cremation protocol.

Flames erupted, reducing Joker's body to ash.

Watching the screen, Adam finally relaxed.

It's over.

Or so he thought.

The adrenaline drained from his body, leaving him exhausted.

Even though he'd never physically faced Joker, controlling the drones and outmaneuvering the criminal genius had left him drained.

"Skynet, dismantle the poison gas devices," Adam ordered.

With Joker gone, the remaining threats in Gotham could be neutralized easily.

Slumping back in his chair, Adam stared at the ceiling.

He had won.

But even in death, Joker had left an unsettling impression.

Despite all the technology and planning, Adam knew he'd only barely managed to contain the chaos.

He couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

And in a world of gods and monsters, there were bigger threats waiting.

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