GaryGibbon here. So...yeah. I cancelled the story.

I did it because I simply stopped playing arkham City, and thus my interest died along with my interest in the game.

However, do not despair! i have a couple of ideas on new stories based in ekrimajj's Total War: Equestria background involving a bunch of angry lions, a gryphon living in Canterlot and a group of very humanitarian sentients.  Whether to make them completely separate, or one big story I cannot decide upon. Not to mention a Minecraft crossover with extremely heavy involvement from the Endermen and the Blaze, rather than The Player.

Just as I was about to publish the ending, my computer crashed.

-_-   -_-

Thanks for reading

GaryGibbon

Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FDAkpQSJVA

Rain lashed down like bee stings. Her poofy acid mane and his jet black cowl repelled most of the rain, bouncing off the objects like oil on a hotplate. Both of them glowered at each other, neither one daring to make a move. One of them was dying, a deadly toxin coursing through her veins. The other held the cure. She held a gun.

The Dark Knight of Gothoof City vs the Maniacal Mare of Misconduct. The ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.

Pinkie broke the unbearable silence first, somehow managing to force a grin on her emaciated face.

"So this is how it ends, eh? No burning train wreck, no Rings of Power, no trumped-up God with time beams. Just you, the hero of the hour. And me,"

She indicated herself with her wristpistol, the double-barrelled revolver gleaming in the wet. "Dying, in the rain and the filth of this prison. What a way to go, eh?"

"It doesn't have to end here. Not like this. I still have the cure. There's still time for you."

"Time to do what, exactly? Rot in a cell in Arkhoof? Or perhaps Blackgate? Oh, wait!" Pinkie slapped her head. "Silly me! Both of 'em's  been destroyed! Cut the crap, Bat-Stallion. You and I know very well what'll happen if you cure me. And I, personally, can't wait to live again. So, I'm only gonna ask this once. Give me the cure." To make a point, she pulled the hammer back on the gun, clicking it into firing position, before pointing it at Bat-Stallion. To his credit, he didn't even so much as flinch.

"Put the gun away, Pinkie. I can't do much with a gun pointing at me, now can I?"

"....W-was that supposed to be a...a joke?!" Pinkie was incredulous. "It wasn't even a funny one! Still, coming from a colt who hasn't so much as smiled..." Pinkie broke off as a cough ripped through her body, mucus-covered scabs coming up in bloody chunks. The rain still poured. Bat-Stallion still stared.

"You're right. It was a joke. Now, put the gun down."

"Oh, I don't think so. Give me the cure."

"Not unless you put the gun down."

"Look at me! LOOK AT ME!" Pinkie tried to scream. It came out as a sort of gargle. "Look at what I've become! A shell

of my former self! Do you think I enjoy this, huh?! Do you think I enjoy looking at myself in the mirror every day, and looking at what I've become?!" She wasn't smiling anymore, no more painted grin on her whitewash face. It wasn't funny.

"It was your own fault Pinkie. You shouldn't have used the Titan on yourself."

"My own!-" She pointed the gun at Bat-Stallion, enraged, and fired.

CLIK-CLIK

"Celestiadammit!" she screamed. And at that moment, Bat-Stallion leapt at her, tackling her onto the ground. The gun flew out of her hooves and clattered onto the pavement 6 stories below them.

And so did the cure, the glass phial shattering into panes of reflective sand, spilling its precious cargo everywhere.

Once again, a thick silence surrounded both of them as they both realised at the same time what had just happened. Then the Joker shrieked, in absolute soul-tearing agony.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THE CURE! Gone!" She panicked, bucking under Bat-Stallion's specially conditioned strength. Then she stopped bucking, and she went as silent as a mouse. Blueblood slowly got off her. She didn't move. The rain still poured.

"It's gone. It's over. Finished. Kaput. Bang. Game over, Joker!"

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Pinkie."

"Don't be. My death's gonna be hailed as a Hearth's Warming miracle, so why should it bother you?"

"I did this. I killed you. I killed you."

Pinkie started chuckling.

"Oh, now that's rich! All this time, you've been trying to hold back your fury, hold back the hatred from killing me, and then you do it by complete accident!" She was rolling around, laughing as thin rivers of blood forced their way up out of her mouth.

"No. There's another way. Ms. ice Cube's got to have developed more of the cure. I'll take you to the GCPD. It'll be there. Don't worry."

Pinkie stopped laughing as the seriousness hit home again. She was quiet.

"...No. I-it's too late for me. Too damn late for me. even if I wanted to.It was always too late for me, and you know it!"

"I suppose so. You know something?"

"What?"

"The cure wasn't a permanent one. It was only temporary. Ms. Ice Cube had developed a permanent cure after I left."

"In that case, how come you're all fine and dandy?"

"I took some of the temporary cure. I'll go and get some now."

"No no, don't bother yourself. I've had this a long time coming. Very long time." The rain still poured. She paused. "This reminds me of a joke."

"Go on."

"So, basically, there's two inmates that've escaped from a mental asylum. As they're fleeing across the rooftops, they come across a  gap they can't leap over. Now, one of them's carrying a torchlight he took from a guard, and he gets this idea in his head. So he turns to the other patient and says: "I'll turn on the torchlight, and you cross the bridge the torch's beams forms, OK?" But the other one, oh, he doesn't like that idea, and he says: "Are you insane?! You'll turn he beam off when I'm halfway across! Bahahahahahahah!!" Pinkie collapsed into a fit of giggles, rolling and laughing and coughing and wheezing.

And then, the impossible happened.

Bat-Stallion smiled. And then started laughing.

Pinkie noticed this impossibility. She smiled.

"Well. who'd a thought it? All these years I've been trying to get you to smile, to laugh, to break that outer shell and to bring out the comedian in you! And now, in my final death throes, it finally happens! Now I can die a happy mare..." She stopped talking as an extremely intense bout of coughing shook her anorexic body, and she started breathing heavily, looking at Bat-Stallion. And then, she exhaled, her final breath leaving her body in a forced laugh as she died with a smile on her face.

Ahead, Bat-Stallion stood, mourning her death. Gone was the rage that at times threatened to overwhelm him in a mad fury and beat her to death with his bare hooves. In its place stood a solemn thoughtfulness.

And the rain still poured.