Prologue: "Not Funny"
New Gotham City, a haven for criminals, especially criminals like the Joker. He had finally escaped from his maximum security prison outside of the city. He was running from something, accompanied by two other mysterious strangers. One was dressed identically to the Joker, he wore white, black, and red makeup, and his mid long hair was dyed green and had scars on both sides of his mouth in a smile. The other wore a dingy suit, his hair was dark green and shined in the dim light, his face was hidden by the shadows of the darkness. The Joker looked back and saw the two trying to keep up. "Come kiddies, the Batman is on his way."
The Joker continued to run, heading to the warehouse across from the alley, the shadowed figure suddenly shouted, "Wait!"
"What?!" The Joker clone asked.
"We shouldn't be doing this; we're running away from Batman, we should help him take the Joker down."
The Joker Clone looked at the shadow man and replied, "The Bat Man isn't going to stop, until…" The Joker Clone pointed at the fleeing Joker, "He gets Mr. J, you, and me."
"Batman is the good guy, not the Joker."
The Joker Clone began to laugh insanely and began to follow the Joker into the warehouse across the street. "Wait!"
The shadowy figure walked into the light, his face was mangled by the same chemicals that turned the Joker into a raving lunatic. He looked up and was knocked out. "He woke up for one minute and said, "Brother…"
Batman stood over the second Joker Clone, his costume was more fitting, Batman looked more athletic, he didn't wear a cape and the costume seemed to be created out of a bio-mechanical alloy that acted like a second layer of skin. His eyes were red and his mouth was covered by the second layer, shaped to fit his mouth. The ears were small and his insignia glowed red on his chest.
He walked towards the warehouse. Entering the warehouse, Batman looked on both sides of the door. He could hear the Joker laughing, and saw a purple suit standing in front of him, the Joker's back turned towards Batman. "The jig is up Joker, time to finish this."
Batman grabbed the purple suited man; Batman looked at him and saw it was the copy of the Joker. "Now, why would Brucey send a boy to do his own work?"
Batman backed away and threw a Batarang into the rafters of the warehouse. "I'm not up there…Batboy."
The Joker's laugh started again. Batman looked at the Joker Clone, "Where is he?"
The Clone pointed at himself and said, "He's standing right in front of you."
Batman heard footsteps and suddenly the Joker swung a bat at Batman's head. He turned around and punched Joker in the face. The Joker staggered back, then another punch followed the first. They began to fight up and down the warehouse as the Joker Clone watched. The Joker swung the bat again making contact on Batman's head. Batman fell to the ground, The Joker Clone stood in front of him smiling crazily. The Joker jumped down and gave the clone a gun and held Batman down. "Come on junior, KILL HIM!"
The Clone aimed the gun at Batman and squeezed the trigger. A flag with the word "BANG!" written on it popped out. He looked at the gun frustratingly and looked at the Joker. "Squeeze the trigger again."
"This is not funny, this gun is not FUNNY!"
The flag shot out and nailed the Joker to the wall. Blood trickled out of The Joker's mouth, he looked at the flag sticking out of his chest and said, "That's not…funny…That's not…."
Batman was pushed onto his back, The Joker Clone squatted down by him saying, "I'm the Joker now, Batman and I believe we're destined to do this for a very long time."
Batman blacked out. "Get up!"
Batman was awakened by the second clone, "Get up, you have to stop him."
Batman got up, still dazed, he grabbed onto the clone, "Thanks."
"No problem, my brother needs to be stopped…By you."
"I don't think he's your brother anymore. He's pretty much taken the clown prince's crown."
Batman grabbed his grappling gun and fired the grappling hook. He began to ascend to the rafters. "Wait!"
He was gone and the second clone looked around and saw that the warehouse was the Joker's old hideout, on the wall stood a tuxedo and a red helmet. He looked at it and the weapons by it, red spade shaped throwing knives and a cane sword. "I can help," he said to himself, "I will become the Red Hood."
