I wake up in a massive bed, alone…in pajamas…the shock of Harley leaving me gone, I want to deny it but I don't…what good would it do…I could have some convoluted theory that Harley was under the effects of mind control.
But I saw her, the look in her eyes, the feeling of her fist in my gut, my heart in my throat…it was real…and now I'm alone, 'What did you expect? Get a waifu in a universe like this…within minutes of being here, did a loser like you delude yourself into believing a woman like Harley could ever love you, that you a worthless piece of shit could ever be worthy, deserving of or being able to keep that love…' the dark voice in my head whispers to me and I know it's right..and with that acceptance comes blind undirected rage.
Getting out of the massive bed, that just felt too empty, too cold…I check the room out, it's too big, too empty finding some clean clothes, I put them on and move through Wayne Manor, somehow managing to avoid everyone who should be here, after a couple hours of walking I find myself back in Gotham City drifting listlessly.
I hear singing coming from a bar, it's not great but it's not bad either but the band..the one's playing the instruments sound good.
I probably should have turned back around and gone the other way…when I spotted almost a dozen villains, villainesses and Hench's of varying sexes as soon as I walked through the door.
"Fuck it!" I shrug and someone gets thrown into me I feel a hot sharp pain in my upper chest looking down, I see a young woman in a way too wintery looking get up…and a broken beer bottle jammed between my ribs.
Her eyes wide in i don't know and don't care I just grab her wrist and yank it back pulling the beer bottle from my chest the pains gone, pretty much everything in the bar comes to a halt as I hold the Ice-themed villain's henchwoman's wrist bloodied broken bottle in her hand.
I just let go of her wrist, and walk up to the bar, "Give me something that could knock Superman on his ass…and make it a double." I grunt as I sit down on a stool at the bar.
"Uh-sure thing kid," the older guy says and pours me a whiskey glass of what smells like ether, and something else I can't place. I knock it back, it burns my throat making me cough a little bit. I tap my glass with two fingers in symbolism for another double.
A dozen glasses later I find myself up in the stage singing,
"I want to be a good man," I start and I put everything I'm feeling into it probably sound like shit as the bar almost goes silent again except for the instrumentals, that are on point.
"I want to be faithful, but know that I'm not!"
"I want to be a good man, I want to do right, I don't wanna be a criminal for the rest of my life!"
"Everything that I've done before, Has brought me back down to my knees, yee-ah!"
"I'm crying out to you, Lord, because It's getting harder and harder to see If there's good left in, MEeee!"
"Tell me, is there any good left in me? Is there any good left in me?!"
"I want to be a good man…but is there
any good left in me? If there is, I wanna be saved, I want to be a free man, but feel like a slave!"
"I'm crying out to you, Lord, Pull me from the darkness!"
"Lift me back into the light, Fill this empty vessel, fill this hole I have inside!"
"You say I am worthy of forgiveness…but I can't make myself believe! Show me, that you're really listening, and…TEAR, this devil out of me!!!" I sing and did my fingers into my chest over my heart harsh enough that blood wells up underneath my fingers and stains my "borrowed" shirt with some more blood.
"Yeah, you heard me! I said tear this devil out of me, cause I wanna be a GOOD MAN, but I know that I'm not…" I walk off the stage, my vision blurry with moisture, I stumble into someone who gently forces a glass into my hand, I knock it back without a care…and that's when I hear them applause, catcalls, and calls for encores.
"Wha?" I ask the person who's actually supporting me right now near the stage…and it's fucking Deadpool…no not Deadpool, Slade Wilson.
"We want you to get your ass back up on stage kid…you're the best singer this place has ever had!"
"Oh…okay…sure…"
I'm back up on stage and I start singing Kryptonite, and they all go absolutely ballistic for it…and no I don't mean they start shooting but they're cheering…for me…from there the night blurs into a haze of drunken singing…with the more mercenary like DC Villains and villainesses…and somehow…I ended up making out with Cheshire…also known as Jade.
And that's when Mr.Killyjoy decides to make an appearance…with him Batgirl and Robin.
"Whoa, everyone, even the bat family wants to get in on this…" I slur my words and it's like a trigger and the guns and other various weapons come out.
"Put the damned weapons down, for fucks sake, let's keep having a good time!" reluctantly most everyone except some brain damaged mobsters listen to me, the ones that don't are quickly knocked out by it looks like Cheetah, Batgirl, Slade and Robin while Bruce orders himself a small glass of scotch.
I start singing my approximation of Bring me to life, and then adrenalize me…and the Bats are for the most part left alone…when I finish singing I find myself crowd surfing and then I'm being carried by Bruce slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
I'm in the passenger seat of the batmobile still blitzed out of my mind but definitely fanboying over said car, I press a button and missiles launch from the headlights…and destroy an ugly bronze statue.
"Oops, sorry." I slur while breaking out into a fit of laughter.
"Do you know how irresponsible that was? You could have been killed or worse!" Bruce finally confronts me.
"Don't care, didn't die after going splat... probably can't die... and if I get too fucked up I can probably heal myself!" I slur my words and hear two concerned peeps from behind me.
"Training tomorrow morning 9 am!" Batman grunts and I shrug, 'Fuck you if you think I'm gonna be a hero!'