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The crowd numbered in the thousands and it was ugly from the moment it began to gather. Hordes of men, women, and children pushed against the make-shift barriers of rusted iron and splintered wood. Eyes blazed, cheeks burned, and voices shrieked. They wanted blood.
Jack-booted policemen prowled the perimeter of the parade route. Their scowls were directed at no one and everyone at the same time. They bore automatic rifles and stun grenades, not a body-cam or Taser to be seen. These thugs weren't paid to "protect and serve" the filthy plebes gathered to witness this afternoon's spectacle. They worked for just one man, and that man was about to address the angry mob.
The Joker licked his scarred lips and smiled his maniac smile then tapped on the microphone. Feedback screeched and the crowd drew quiet. Harley Quinn posed at his side, black and red sledgehammer on one shoulder and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Wow, what a crowd! Fantastic isn't it?" the clown prince and newly elected President of the United States of America began.
The crowd roared its approval.
"They said we couldn't do it. They said the vote was in the bag."
A lone woman, wearing a pink hat and pressed against a sawhorse at the front of the crowd shouted to be heard.
"You stole the vote, Joker! And some day Batman will make you pay!"
The Joker pulled a long-barreled pistol from his suit pocket, aimed, and fired at the woman. She dropped dead as a single red spot blossomed on the front of her dress.
"Who's in the bag now?"
The crowd roared again, this time in raucous laughter.
"Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you I could shoot someone in the street and it wouldn't make a difference? And do you want to know why?"
The crowd hushed, eager to hear their elected leader's answer.
"Because you're my kind of people! Free to do what we want. Free to be who we want. No more rules. No more laws. We're going to make America great again!"
Again, the crowd went wild, their favorite catch-phrase driving them into a near-uncontrollable frenzy.
"And that's why we're all here today, isn't it? To do something great. Something this country has needed to do for a long time now."
The crowd started to chant. "Lock him up! Lock him up!"
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Newly elected president Joker and his VP, Harley Quinn have it in for the Batman and Commissioner Gordon, but there's even more trouble brewing behind the scenes. They have a devious new foreign partner pulling strings that might just burn the very...