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Joker stares at the wreckage in his hands, stunned. The explosion still echoes in the night. He bellows amidst the crackling fire, and shocked crows take flight again, piercing the night with cursed cries.
William inhales, cool air filling his chest.
Joker emerges from the burning rubble, casting a huge, twitching shadow on William. The spotlights flash on, and once again the gate stands before him in its blinding glory. But William doesn’t flinch. He lifts his gaze and gasps. 
The goal looms ahead of him, the post golden-lined by the Sun. William redoubles his grip on the ball, listening to his teacher’s voice, as he had done a decade ago, grinning as he dashed past awestruck girls on the school field,
“Inhale. Set. Launch.”
His opponent leaps into action. A cheetah after its prey.
Joker takes off after him. A boar on the hunt.
He dives for William’s feet, snarling and clawing.
He leaps, muscular and massive but swift, and closes his iron grasp on William’s leg. 
The two players collapse, rolling and trying to throw each other against the ground. William is losing the fight.
Joker growls, tossing William onto the ground and wraps his hands around his throat. He bends down, breathing onto his prey.