Chapter 1: Invitations

Gordon's POV

I had just finished putting on my GCPD uniform when I walked in the kitchen and found Barbara reading the mail.

"I thought you hated reading the mail." I teased as I sat down at the table.

"Only because all I ever get is bills. This one's not a bill." She smiled.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A birthday invitation." She said.

"Who's birthday?" I wondered.

"Bruce Wayne's." She said as she stuffed the invitation in her bag.

"Bruce Wayne's?" I said curiously.

"You got one too." She handed me another one.

I know Bruce, so I understand why he invited me, but why directly invite Barbara?

"Do you know Bruce?" I asked.

"I work in his research department sometimes. Why?" She answered.

"I didn't think Bruce knew you." I was confused.

"He's a friend." She shrugged. "Besides, he didn't send the invitations, Alfred did."

I noticed that the invitation was in Alfred's handwriting.

"When did you start working in his research department?" I questioned.

"When I was fifteen. So why are you interrogating me? I can tell you are." She responded.

"I was just curious." I said.

"See you later Dad." Barbara wheeled out of the room.

She knows Bruce Wayne?

Bruce's POV

"You know I prefer being alone. Especially on my birthday." I said.

"I know Sir, but Dick begged me to have a party. And I only invited people you trust." Alfred sighed.

"Like who?" I questioned.

"Commissioner Gordon, Barbara, Dick, Tim, Miss Kyle, Diana..." Alfred listed.

"Catwoman and Wonder Woman? And wasn't Catwoman recently arrested for robbing a jewelry store?" I asked.

"Miss Kyle escaped, and I know you're... fond of her. And Diana seems to bother you the least out of the rest of the team." Alfred explained.

"Is that everyone?" I sighed.

"Unless your guests invited other people, that should be all." Alfred confirmed.

"Fine, no point in disappointing them at this point. At least you didn't invite all of Gotham." I smirked.

I heard Alfred sigh in relief as I walked down the hall.

Joker's POV

"I'm bored. Anyone have a fun suggestion?" I asked.

If the suggestions weren't fun, I'd kill the suggesters. That would be fun. Not as fun as blowing up the Batmobile, but fun.

"Het Puddin', remembuh those bugs we put in billionaire boy's hallway? Sounds like he's havin' a party." Harley said.

"A party? And he didn't invite the most famous man in Gotham?" I referred to myself.

"Sounds like he's not invitin' the rich and famous, just a small group." Harley shrugged.

"Well, we'll just have to crash the party! That sounds fun, right?" I said.

"That sounds great Mistuh J!" Harley squealed.

The goons hesitated, so I aimed a gun in their direction.

"Woohoo! Yeah, let's crash that party!" They agreed in fear.

I shot one of them anyway. "That was just for fun! And because he was late yesterday..."

"Even better, let's take the party hostage and see if Batman shows up!" Harley suggested.

No one upstages me! I slapped her.

"I have an idea! Let's threaten to shoot the partygoers unless Bats shows up!" I said.

"Great idea Puddin'! Couldn't have come up with a bettuh idea myself!" Harley agreed.

"Of course not, because I'm the smart one." I whispered venomously.

The thought of hostages and Bats brought a smile to my face.