The world was all a clutter, chaotic, just as he, the one called ‘The Joker’ had yearned. Everything happened so rapidly, and yet, nearly in slow motion, Barbara saw it coming from a mile away. Bright emerald eyes set upon the sight of the Mayor. The shots rang out, loud and clear -- but there was no resonating sound greater than the blood-curdling SCREAM that ascended from her lungs when her father leaped in the way of the bullet that was meant for the mayor. The lieutenant’s daughter collapsed to her knees, gasping for air, wishing, hoping, praying for the love of whatever God existed that her father was still alive. There were hands all about her, other officers attempting to bring her to her feet, if only to get her the hell out of there, but she was adamant. She had to see it for herself. While the group worked to protect the mayor further, dragging him off to safety, Babs charged through the hoards of screaming, terrified people until she found what she was searching for -- but did not truly want to see with her own eyes. “NOOOOOOOO!” Barbara’s cry could be heard for miles to come as she moved to place her father’s head atop her lap. But, before she could genuinely gather a gentle hold of him, good enough to really see that he was gone, she was once against tugged away, against her will. “You don’t need to see this Barbara.” an officer pleaded and yet scolded. She struggled, kicking and snarling, head whipping about through the curtain of tears. “Dad! Daddy! DAD!” She quarreled , “put me down god damn it! DAD!” She wailed, her voice skipping a beat or two as she openly sobbed. She wanted the world to know what this ‘Joker’ had created, a broken world, her broken world.