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revelation in the light of day (t, 5.3k)
If Joker were easy to kill, he would have been dead a hundred times over by now. Jason would know. And if somebody had finally gotten to him, they would want to make it known. They would be parading his head around the streets, hanging his corpse outside of the police headquarters. Who the hell in this dirtied goddamn city has the skill to kill the Joker and the brains to do it quietly?
Somebody with power and influence, obviously. Somebody who's been doing this for a long fucking time. Somebody with a vested interest in subtlety. Somebody like—
"Motherfuck," Jason bites out. "No fucking way."
He's learned, over the years, that he's at his best when he's got direction. When he's pointed towards something. Right now, Jason's got a hunch, and in the absence of any other sense of meaning, he's running towards it full speed.
Forty-two minutes later, Sofia Gigante is opening the door to her apartment, cutting him off mid-knock.
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Joker's dead. The first thing Jason thinks to do is go to Sofia.