Alright readers, he's the Epilogue for DNA Part 2. Thank you all for your viewer ship and reviews.

Oh and to the reviewer asking about Karl, He's Swedish-Germanic mix so that explains why he has brown hair and green eyes. His tattoos reflect a heavy right wing view (Won't say which one) and his belief in Norse gods along with older European views. His tattoos rang from Nordic and Germanic Runes to some Celtic. Also the Jet is the Batwing, in the comics Batman hits the Joker's boat with some rockets for some reason also since his jet is just sheet metal a NATO 7.62x51 FMJ will easily go through it if it manages to catch it. Oh and my level of detail can never stop XD You must know it all, like you are that XD hahaha!
The german weapons I did put was the MG-3. I mean come on, An improved MG-42 in the NATO 7.62? (War boner), and the Bulldog Mauser C-96's that Karl carries in all my stories. To be more specific, The M712 Schnellfeuer. The Russian weapons are just more available and I'm a big fan of the AK-74 (I own one as of three days ago, looks like a real Soviet issue from the 1980's with the wooden grips and butt.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this end to a wonderful story. Hopefully in Arkham Knight there will be some great bits for me to work with.

Stay tuned for Part 3 coming 2015...

With Love ~Dresner

"Are you two are ready for this?" Gordon asked Batman and Harley stood in the morgue gazing at the sheet covered body laying on a table near a cremation oven.

Batman said nothing, but Harley responded with a heavy heart: "Yeah... I just wanna... I just wanna say a couple of things to him..."

She sniffled, but didn't cry as the sheet covering the Joker's body was pulled off revealing his smiling and scared corpse laying motionless on the table. Harley held her cool as she gazed upon the body of the man who changed her into Clown princess of crime, who abused her, who manipulated her, and dominated her heart, mind, soul, and life for almost seven years. If she was anyone else she would have stayed home at Wayne Manor or simply spit on the body of her tormentor.

No, Harleen was better than that and so was Harley, even under the darker and depressing outfit and veil. The two personalities took a different, yet almost similar ways of taking the Jokers death.

For Harley, It was the end for the reign of the Clown Princess, the end of her dreams, or rather delusions, of being the wife of Gotham's most notorious super villain, and the end of the laughter. It was over now...

For Harleen, It was the end of the terror, of the loneliness, of the hate, and the pain. The pain of having someone who she tried to help, beat her like a stray dog out of pure sadistic enjoyment. It was the end of an era that she would rather forget.

It was over... It was finally over...

But both agreed on one thing, Joker was happy now. He got what he wanted, The last laugh.

Harley placed her hand on the cold palm of the Joker's and with a pain filled heart gave her final words to the Joker, Her elegy:
"No matter what you did to me J, I forgive you..." She said with a heavy heart as she reached for the metal J hanging from her choker. "But that loony, Karl, was right. Sometimes it's better to keep someone in your heart, but not in your life. Even though I forgive you, don't expect me to forget it. See you in hell, Clown."

Harley ripped the J from her choker and placed it in the Joker's mouth as Gordon open the cremation oven. "Any last words Batman before we close this case for ever?"

Batman shook his head and turned away as the body of his former arch enemy was slowly pushed into the fires of the crematoria. Harley put her hand on his shoulder to stop him from going any further.

He turned around with a blank face yet sad eyes as he looked into the deep blue eyes of his Harlequin. She rapped her arms around his neck and thanked him for bringing her hear.

"Sure..." Batman replied with a melancholy sigh as he slowly returned the embrace. But with in a minute he simply walked away from it all. Leaving Harley alone with Commissioner Gordon.

"Is he alright, Quinn?" The Commissioner asked.

"He'll be alright. It's just hard losing someone who meant something to you..." Harley said, remembering the tale of Bruce's parents and Karl's wife. "Sometimes losing the one you love can send you on a path that even you can't control."

With those words she followed her Dark Knight out the door, clinging on to him as any girlfriend would do to her lover in need.

"Bruce?" She whispered. "Are you OK?"

"Just... Sigh I don't know." He replied in a sad tone as they walked toward the Batmobile. "I just don't know."

Harley stopped him and kissed him on the lips suddenly, "I know though. You miss him..."

"I don't miss him." Bruce replied as he stepped into the Batmobile.

"You can't play that game with me Bruce." Harley told him in a firm tone as she took her seat in the Batmobile, Throwing her hand over his as he shifted into first gear. "My profession in life won't let me play them unless I allow loneliness to get the better of me, like it did before. Joker was right about one thing, you two do understand each other. From what I remember, he had a family, a wife and a little one on the way. But fate took them away from him. Then the accident at the chemical plant happen and here he is. Even though your parents were gunned down in cold blood, both of you lost people you cared about in your life. But just like with Karl, Joker took the wrong path. While you took the right path. You two shared a common point in your lives, something that only you both could understand. In a way, you lost someone who understood your suffering."

Harley put her other hand on Bruce's cowl and removed it along with her veil. "But I know what it's like to loss someone you care about."

She kissed him sensually, running her hands through his thick black hair as she lost herself in the kiss. Bruce couldn't fight with her...

She was right...

Maybe she did understand him, If she could understand the Joker then she could understand anyone. But what mattered the most was that she accepted him and she finally knew the truth.

Maybe it was all over... He closed his eyes and began to lose himself in the love of the Harlequin. His Harlequin...