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Proposed endings

...for comicbook villains. After all, who deserves it more?

-Doc Oc, in a retirement home, drives those around him nuts. Inevitably, he regains his tentacles, and breaks a hip. Convalescing, he continues to annoy those around him.

-The Joker, declaring, "It's just not worth it, anymore," goes straight (but remains unhinged) and realizes his dream of being in showbiz, as a radio DJ and late-night host. Batman doesn't believe it, and wastes an hour every night watching Joker's show, refusing to admit he likes it.

-Bullseye careens into a self destructive pattern that finally does him in. Everyone he's ever worked for or against tries in some way or another to talk him out of it, to no avail. Deadpool offers to make it quick and kill Bullseye himself, but is turned down. The man who can turn anything into a weapon is eventually slain by some no name punk in a foreign country, where no one knows him.

-Luthor, dying an inadvertent death, has his life flash before his eyes, and dies happy, even without having killed Superman. In a brief epilogue, various media and personal reaction follows. The last panel has Clark at Lex's funeral, looking sadder than one might expect.

-The Penguin throws a party, where he remains at once aloof from and tangentially tied to both crime and legitimate business and social concerns. He will never have to tangle with the likes of Batman again.

-Bane decides he's happier in prison than out, and gets himself put away for life with an intentionally bungled gas-station burglary. He ends up running life inside the prison while wearing glasses and reading the latest high literature.

-An elderly Riddler trains a kid to take his place, perhaps with the reveal that this kid is, in fact, the new Robin on his first assignment. If that route is taken, this remains unknown to Edward Nigma.


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