The Warden was surprisingly quick for one so skinny, and he was able to disappear into the Hall of Mirrors in minutes. Though giving pause for a few seconds, due to the giant jester head that made up the Hall's entrance, Kenny nonetheless dived in, greeted by a labyrinth of bending colours. Several distorted, warped Kennys, trapped behind glass prisons, but still leering. Still laughing.

Hearing the Warden's laughter, Kenny stumbled in the direction he heard it coming from. When he leaned on a mirror, he saw a newspaper clipping taped onto it. 'SHARK DEMOLISHES COOK-OFF'. Oh yes, that incident. He couldn't help it, those steaks were so tantalising...

'Oh yes, I've heard of you, Mr. Shark,' came the Warden's voice over some speakers, 'I avidly follow the news, you know. Most of it is pretty boring, so when I see something interesting, I take advantage of it.'

Kenny growled, ripping the page from the wall.

'A shark in suburbia, and he hasn't killed anyone? Nobody's been ripped to shreds? Not even an amputation or two? An injustice! So after my associate, my dear Clownbot, did some research on you, I decided to remedy this little problem. I was so disappointed when that guy shot Kat's parents and then you just ran away. I was hoping you'd do more.'

Kenny felt like he was going to foam at the mouth. His mind was filled with images of tearing the Warden to shreds, ripping off his head...Kat, no...

A mirror broke, and out flew a bat. Not just any bat. The bat.

'Look at you, Kenny. All terrified and confused. That's not the way I taught you.'

There was a beeping light on the back of his neck.

'A year after the incident, I decided to revisit your case. It wasn't hard to find you; some people had reported seeing a shark popping up from time to time in the beach closest to Tiburon. You couldn't leave well alone, could you? Don't you remember what you were doing the night you met that bat?'

Ah yes. He was wondering if he should try and find Kat. It wasn't the first time he did that either.

'I could have easily brainwashed you, but I think it's far more fun this way.'

Kenny ran through the halls again, snarling again, breaking mirrors wherever he could. From one flew out a bird. A pigeon.

'You see? Don't you remember that fight with The Griffin? Wasn't it fun? Wasn't it exciting? Not only did you get a chance to be a hero, but that poor, homeless, deformed woman finally had a purpose in life! Can't you imagine it? The Bat-Shark, the hero of Gotton City. Every week an exciting exploit! The media will eat it up! You'll have fans, accolades, bootleg merchandise!'

Kenny still snarled.

'You're angry, aren't you? Of course you are. I'm your arch-nemesis.'

A bullet hit a nearby mirror, heralding the appearance of the Warden.

'And it's time for the ultimate showdown.'

'Come on, hit me!'

Kat still held the shovel over her head, but continued to tremble. Though her teeth were clenched and her muscles were tense, she couldn't. She couldn't.

Then Elliot appeared, snatched the shovel out of her hands, and whacked the dog himself. 'There.'

'Y-you...' Kat shook her fists again.

'It wasn't...I'll let the cops handle him, but maybe you'd like to kill him...no, you're too mature for that. We need to find the Warden.' He patted his palm with the shovel. 'He killed my wife, so I need to kill him, no I shouldn't but we'll take him to the police and then he'll get what's coming to him. I've heard jail is a good place oh wait what am I saying oh dear.'

Rolling her eyes, Kat set off for Kenny herself, running to the direction she saw the Warden run in. Sure enough, the Warden himself exited the Hall of Mirrors and stopped right in front of Kat. 'Oh, I see that cur has been dealt with. Come on, Kat, it's my fault!' He struck a pose. 'Come on, go ahead! Don't you want to be a hero?'

Kenny rose too, jumping up and pinning the Warden down onto the ground. His fangs were bared.

'Oh, now that's what I like to see! Pure, primal rage! Doesn't it feel good?'

Curling up his fin, Kenny slugged the Warden in the eyes several times, cracking his glasses.

'Oh yes, let it all out!'

'Kenny, no!'

'Oh, don't be such a killjoy, Kat! Kenny's being a hero!'

As soon as the Warden said that, Kenny lifted the Warden by his shoulders, and then threw him down onto the ground, right before kicking him in the face with a fin.

'Kenny, stop!'

'Kat...' Kenny squeezed the Warden's wrist, more saliva dripping from his fangs. 'Go home.'

'Kenny!'

'Just go home!' He threw the Warden to the ground, gnashing his teeth, making inhuman growls. Pressing his fins into the Warden's wrist, he opened his mouth again, only to hear the Warden chuckle maniacally.

'I don't speak shark, but I'm sure I know what you're thinking. I don't deserve to live! I should die! Well, think of it this way: if you kill me, you will have the satisfaction of ridding the world of a terrible threat. If you don't kill me, you'll have a recurring foe! Every hero needs one!'

'Oh shut up!' The Warden didn't understand him, but it had to be said.

BLAM!

The Warden, Kenny and Kat looked askance to see Elliot breathing heavily, holding his gun. Dropping it, he then picked up what seemed to be a harpoon gun. 'You shouldn't have left this lying around, Warden.'

Kat flinched, reminded of that incident with one Captain Ahearn. Her eyes darted from the gun, to the Warden, then back to the gun.

'Well, well,' said the Warden, sneering. 'The Batshark and his intrepid sidekick against their two arch-foes! It'll be a tale this generation will be telling their grandchildren.' He then turned to Kenny. 'Oh, and you should see this other guy I'm prepping up! How good are you at riddles?'

'Shut up!' Elliot screeched, regaining attention. 'You killed my wife! You killed this girl's parents! All to piss off that shark?'

'Not piss off, amuse! Entertain!' Hearing this, Kenny lifted the Warden onto his feet, still clinging to his wrist.

'This harpoon?' Elliot took a good look at his weapon. 'Were you planning on using it on "Kenny"?'

'Oh yes! Wouldn't that have been an epic clash? Him vs. Me in an abandoned factory, me using the weapon used so often against his kind.'

Kenny movedd the Warden in the direction of the harpoon, licking saliva from his fangs. 'Here.'

Kat could only stand in silence.

'Now,' said Elliot, aiming, 'Let's do this.'

He shot the harpoon.

'Kenny!'

The blade went right through Kenny's stomach, with blood spurting all over his cape, and onto the Warden's loud clothes. As Kenny fell, Elliot pulled out a knife from his pocket – he probably also got it from that tent, and plunged it right into Kenny's stomach.

'No!' Finally gaining the strength to move, Kat ran to the carcass of her pet, holding his head.

'There,' said Elliot, 'I put him out of his misery. He was a dumb beast and he would have killed people. You shoot a mad dog but maybe there could have been another way...' His grip on the gun loosened, but he didn't drop it.

'Well, way to go, Mr. Big Shot!' said the Warden, regaining his bearings, 'He was my star attraction, he was the world's star attraction! Now who am I going to do epic battle with?'

Elliot shook his fist.

'Oh, that's not a bad idea, really. But maybe another time.' With a quick swipe, smoke burst from the ground. When it cleared, the Warden was gone. Oldest trick in the book.

'Oh...what if...no, I'll be ready. I'll make sure he's brought in by the book, by the book, but I hate him so much...'

Kat wanted to chase after the Warden. She wanted to shoot Elliot with the same harpoon he used on Kenny.

But all she could do was cry.

There lay her pet, her best friend, her brother, killed by a insane clown, and all she could do was cry.

Then came Elliot, the elk who tried to kill her, the elk who shot Kenny. He held her by the hand and then hugged her, rubbing her back, letting her cry.

She had never felt more like a kid.

THE END