Chapter 27
"The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest silence ever."
Carroll Bryant
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It happened like a storm.
No shadows. No stealth.
Matthew didn't sneak in.
He ran through the front door.
Because he knew the Joker.
Knew the kind of sick man he was —
A man who loved to laugh before he bled.
Guns were raised. Triggers ready.
But not one bullet fired.
The Joker wanted to watch.
And Matthew…
Matthew didn't disappoint.
The first man who tried to stop him didn't get a second chance.
Matthew's fist struck with a force beyond human —
The man's body flew across the warehouse,
Neck twisted in a direction God never intended.
The others froze.
They stared at their friend's corpse.
Matthew didn't stop.
He moved like a beast —
Fast.
Precise.
Merciless.
The second man's ribs collapsed inward with a sickening crunch.
The third man's skull shattered against the wall.
Blood soaked the floor.
Harley stood at the entrance, watching.
Her eyes empty.
Her soul screaming.
She didn't blink.
She didn't breathe.
She watched death happen —
One life after another.
Until only three people remained.
Matthew.
Harley.
The Joker.
The Joker stood at the far end of the room,
Grinning as if it were all part of the game.
He walked forward slowly, casually —
Like he was meeting an old friend.
He glanced at Harley.
"Ahhh, I see you took my dog," he said, voice sweet and sharp. "Nice one, Matty boy."
Matthew said nothing.
Just stared.
The Joker tilted his head. "Not a talker, huh? Gotcha. You're gonna kill me."
A soft, almost dead voice came from Matthew.
"Yes."
The Joker clapped his hands, delighted.
"Wonderful! But how about a bedtime story first? One last laugh before I kick the ol' bucket?"
Matthew stayed still.
The Joker started pacing, slow and gleeful.
"You see, Matty boy… years ago, I was just a beginner. A lunatic with big dreams in this lovely city."
Harley's eyes widened.
"No..." she whispered.
The Joker turned to her and winked.
"Don't ruin it, cupcake."
Then he turned back to Matthew.
"I kidnapped this lovely married couple. Old-school folks. Sweet. And I also grabbed one of the Robins… can't even remember which one. They all blend together. Bats has a thing for boys, after all."
He laughed. Matthew didn't even blink.
"I told Batman he could save one. Hero complex and all… he tried to save them both."
The Joker leaned in, tapped Matthew's forehead.
"BANG."
Matthew flinched.
The Joker grinned wider.
"Shot the woman clean in the head. No hesitation. Wanted to make a point."
He circled Matthew like a shark.
"The husband? Oh, he was angry. Screaming. Flailing. Batman was busy with me, so I needed help."
He turned to Harley.
"My darling Harley helped me out. Held the husband still… while I shot him."
He jabbed Matthew's chest with his finger.
"BAAANG."
Silence fell.
And then the world shattered.
Matthew stared at the Joker.
Then at Harley.
His mask dropped to the floor.
He couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
His chest caved in with a pain he had no words for.
His eyes flooded with tears — thick, hot, betrayed.
He fell to his knees.
Sobbing.
Shaking.
The Joker threw his head back and howled with laughter.
Pure. Wild. Victorious.
Harley just stood there.
And cried.
Real, broken sobs.
She forgot what tears felt like.
But now she remembered.
And then—
Batman and Damian burst through the doors.
They saw the corpses.
The blood.
The Joker laughing.
Matthew on the floor, crying like a child who just found out monsters are real.
Bruce didn't speak.
He just walked forward and punched the Joker, snapping blood from his lips.
Then he dropped to one knee beside Matthew.
Placed a hand gently on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
Matthew looked up.
And his eyes—
They broke hearts.
Even Damian, always so cold and unshakable, felt a crack split open in his chest.
Because Matthew wasn't crying anymore.
He was ruined.
His mouth opened wide—
And a scream tore out of him.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Agony.
Wrath.
Betrayal.
All of it screamed into the world.
The Joker kept laughing.
Blood dripping from his mouth.
His joy endless.
Harley collapsed into herself —
Hiding her face between her knees and arms, sobbing until her voice gave out.
Her heart felt like it had shattered inside her chest.
And then…
Matthew stopped crying.
He stood up.
Slowly.
Head down.
Body trembling.
He walked toward the Joker.
The laughter didn't stop — until Matthew raised his head.
His eyes…
They cried blood.
His black hair turned white, strand by strand.
As if pain had aged him in seconds.
Everyone froze.
Even the Joker.
Matthew reached forward.
Grabbed him.
And started to beat him.
Not like a man.
Like a storm.
One punch.
Then another.
Then another.
Each blow landed with the weight of ten broken lifetimes.
He shattered bones —
Legs.
Thighs.
Hips.
Stomach.
Arms.
Shoulders.
Neck.
Eyes.
Nose.
Tongue.
Ears.
Batman tried to stop him.
Tried to pull him back.
But Matthew didn't move.
Didn't feel anything.
Didn't hear anything.
Until finally—
Matthew looked at the joker broken body
Matthew face was of a demon no more human in him no more life no more anything
His eyes was red . His mouth open wide with a disgusting look pn his face not even the demon's of hell have it
And
He dug his fingers into the Joker's chest.
Ripped it open.
And tore out his heart.
Then without a word—
He ate it.
The room fell into absolute silence.
Even time seemed afraid.
And in that silence, the world would never forget…
That this was the moment Gotham lost a man
—
And gained a monster.
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