Batman’s Son in Marvel

It's never a good feeling to have a gun pointed at you.

Especially not several loaded automatic rifles.

For most people, staring down cold, black barrels would lead to panic. But Joker wasn't most people.

To call Joker human might be a stretch. He was less a person and more a twisted soul—a creature born to mock order and prove that light didn't exist in the world.

He was the embodiment of chaos.

Joker had died the moment his father tortured him, and what remained was nothing more than a fragment of a shattered soul.

And a man already dead had no fear of dying again.

So instead of trembling, Joker laughed.

"Wow! You really went all out to catch me, huh?"

He grinned and continued, "Let me guess—Falcone? Or maybe one of the Maroni boys?"

Joker's eyes gleamed with mock curiosity.

"No, no… they wouldn't have access to this kind of tech."

He paused, then smirked.

"Wait, are you with the Wayne family?"

Despite being surrounded by drones armed to the teeth, Joker seemed completely unfazed, treating the situation like a joke.

Adam, watching from his monitor, let out a small laugh.

"Mr. Joker, you're clever, but you haven't quite figured it out yet."

"In Gotham, the Wayne family isn't the only one with access to advanced technology."

Adam deliberately avoided confirming his identity.

This wasn't just caution—it was survival.

In a world where DC and Marvel overlapped, dangers lurked everywhere. Gods, monsters, and superhumans walked the earth.

Revealing his identity could put a massive target on his back.

So, Adam opted to misdirect Joker instead.

As expected, Joker's eyes lit up.

"Stagg Industries?"

Stagg was another high-tech conglomerate in Gotham—one with a shady reputation. They made Stark Industries look like saints.

Unlike Stark, Stagg specialized in human experimentation and underground weapons deals.

"Don't insult me by comparing me to arms dealers like Stagg," Adam said, feigning offense.

"Wow, so someone with a big background, huh?" Joker grinned and exaggerated his expressions.

Adam's voice turned cold.

"Joker, enough games. I know exactly who you are."

"Before you turned into this monster, you were just an ordinary man—a man rejected by his parents."

"Isn't that right… Mr. Jack?"

Joker's smile froze.

For the first time, the madness in his eyes faltered.

"Shut up!" he snapped, his voice sharp and angry.

Adam leaned back in his chair, smirking.

Even lunatics have weaknesses.

For Joker, it was his past—his name, his identity, and the parents who had destroyed him.

Adam pressed further.

"Wow, a lunatic like you can actually get angry? I thought you were above emotions like that."

Joker glared at the drone, his eyes wild, scanning the area for escape routes.

"Don't bother," Adam said flatly. "You're not getting out of this one."

"I'm not Batman—I don't follow his 'no-kill' rule."

Joker's manic grin returned, but this time, there was a hint of desperation.

"Wow! Another so-called hero trying to act righteous. You're no different than the rest of them."

Adam smirked.

"Maybe I'm no saint. But at least I have a family that loves me."

Joker flinched, but quickly masked it with a laugh.

"Righteous words coming from someone about to kill me. Don't kid yourself—justice is just a disguise for people like you."

Adam's voice turned sharp.

"Spare me the speech, Joker. Your tragic past doesn't justify what you've done."

"Plenty of people have suffered worse and still chose to fight for justice. But you? You're nothing more than a slave to your twisted desires."

"The difference between us? I can control myself. You can't."

Adam paused before adding, "Compared to the Court of Owls, you're just a sideshow act."

Joker's smile faltered again.

The Court of Owls—a shadowy cabal that had controlled Gotham from behind the scenes for centuries. Even criminals whispered their name in fear.

"I'm done listening to you," Adam said coldly.

"Do you have any last words? Because I'm sending you straight to hell."

Joker's grin wavered.

"Wait! Let's not be so hasty," he said, laughing nervously.

"We don't have to do this. I can make you rich—money, resources, whatever you want!"

Despite his bravado, Joker didn't want to die.

There was still so much left to do. He hadn't beaten Batman yet. He hadn't shown the world his masterpiece of chaos.

He couldn't die now!

Adam sneered.

"Money? Stolen money, no less? Spare me."

"Actions have consequences, Joker. And yours? They lead to death."

Adam activated the drones.

But nothing happened.

The drones didn't fire.

The poison rounds stayed in their chambers.

"What?" Adam muttered.

His fingers flew over the controls, but the drones refused to obey.

"How is this possible?"

Joker's grin widened as he saw Adam's panic.

"Looks like the game's not over yet," Joker said, his voice dripping with malice.

Adam's eyes narrowed.

Something was wrong—very wrong.

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