It has been two years since the effective resistance against Darkseid's scheme, following his abrupt disappearance into the void with Lex Luthor. More heroes, wards, and allies were forged from the ashes of conflict, with remnants of the villains previously aligned with the two put away in high class prisons at undisclosed locations. But a certain supervillain had awoken from a deep, troubled slumber of madness.

This day of awakening also marks the appearance of a force none has seen in their lifetime. A terror lurking behind a deceiving form of innocence. With deep evil rooted within this entity, will it and the Joker's schemes become one in the same?

Chapter 1 - Madness Meets Chaos

Gotham - Twilight

It was a quiet night in Gotham Harbor. All seemed well within the eternally blood hued skyline that made up the coastal city's vista. Smog and clouds filled the air where very little natural lunar light could leak through. While the smell could get to the newcomers at times, those who've lived long enough to call the crime battlement their home an "all-natural wafer" to encourage those who intend to neighbour next door.

If they only knew where the smells really came from, they'd be less inclined to listen.

But one said man of questionable sanity ignored the foul odors that lingered in the air of fair Gotham. One that was currently driving a Harbor Patrol Boat, piled with the disturbing deceased bodies of those forever grinning in a grotesque manner. A particular infamous individual that turned the boat to and fro through the red-refracted waves of his favored place to commit atrocities and madness on all within his nights.

A particular man dressed like a clown in purple and green, whistling Steamboat Willie as he exaggeratedly rocked his hips back and forth like a favored cartoon character all have known since time immemorial. His purple gloves crinkled with every tightening grip on the wooden handles, quickly releasing and returning the grapple on his steering tool, laughing all the while he had his maddening fun. His yellow toothed grin reflected on the main window in front of his observation port, with even darker golden eyes homing in on the waters ahead of him.

He had no real plan ever since his sanity had miraculously returned to him, deep within a less than safely protected cell within the bowels of Arkham Asylum. Being practically his own personal clubhouse it didn't take long for him to find a way to escape without arousing suspicion. After all, without a gang of super-powered thugs like the Royal Flush Gang or his reliable sidekick Harley Quinn, he couldn't draw too much attention less a band of costumed do-gooders rain on his parade.

Tipping up the Captain's hat atop his impeccably perfect crest of green-highlighted black hair, Joker looked over his shoulder at the prior owner of his favored crown perched article of attire. A disturbing tooth-ridden grin stretched from ear-to-ear, with eyes blankly staring ahead, body slump within a blood-stained stool Joker had used to incapacitate a few of the crewmen. Doing a complete turnaround, Joker waved his left arm theatrically while keeping the right idly on the wheel of the ship.

"My apologies for being a bother to you, Cap'n, for I have no clear destination in mind. Touring with a band of merry souls is what I truly desired tonight and how could I deny myself such fine company. Wouldn't you agree, Cap'n?" The Joker asked the grinning and immobile Harbor Patrol Captain.

"Oh yes, Mister Joker! I'm having quite the whale of a time being in your classy company!"

"Stop it, you flatterer!" Joker laughed with a wave, feigning embarrassment while keeping his dark grin intact.

"But I mean it, Mister Joker! You're the best man a Captain could sail under! Your brilliance and carefully coordinated maneuvers on this fine night have shown me I am but a mere gull in the presence of a pelican of true sailorship!"

"Why, thank you kindly, Cap'n!" The Clown Prince of Crime bowed dramatically, tipping the ship to the left with a turn of his right hand while his left hand crossed over his bowing chest. With his body still bowed, he bent his head up to cast an eerie gleam on the poorly mimed character he constructed in his mind. Chuckling, he continued his conversation, "I must say, you're much better company than I've had in a long time. It's sad to say my sweet Ace is beyond my grasp but I'll find good use of you too. You'll see! You won't botch it up like that other one."

"Hey, Mister Jay, I had a questio-"

The sound of a gunshot followed by meat being shredded by a 45 caliber pistol round penetrating the forehead of the permanently grinning face. While brains and gore splattered across the back of the cabin, the body only tilted slightly back, still lazily aloft on the stool with arms limply slack on either side. Blood oozed down his face, mixing within his gum's juices while giving a more horrific visage to project from his face.

"Rule one, Cap'n," Joker said in a lower, angered tone as he raised a smoking barreled pistol upright to tap the underside of his hat's lip, "never call me Mr. Jay."

"Understood, Mister Joker."

"Goody!" The Insane Genius said with a renewed hearty tone, holstering his gun within the inner recesses of his auspiciously fashionable purple suit jacket.

It was during that moment that Joker felt the entire ship bow forward at the same time of a thunderclap of force striking him at the back. The glass shattered and he was sent tumbling forward, unintentionally tackling the dead smiling man to the back of the cabin. After the ship rocked back and forth until it settled, an undeniable pink hued light seemed to shine through the shattered observatory of the cabin, shining brightly all across the shaken vessel he commandeered.

Blinking at the light, he mumbled out loud with a shocked expression, "What have we here?"

"Is it the Justice League, Mister Joker?"

"If it is, then I'm pinning the blame on you!" The Clown Prince said gratingly, taking off his cap and placing it over his bleeding, smile-adorned face. Staggering up to his feet, the infamous Gothamite stood tall, raising a hand to shield the opaque rays of light shining from the front deck of the ship. As the rays dimmed, something seemed to be wedged into the deck, as if stuck upon arrival.

Strangely enough, it wasn't what he could have expected.

Rushing down the stairway, taking care to avoid tripping over the various bodies he left astrewn with their comical expressive smiles, it didn't take him more than a minute to make his way up to the source of the disturbance. Clicking his heels to a halt on the deck, he noticed it wasn't really an impact as it was a sign of teleportation gone wrong. A pudgy midsection stuck upwards, with a purple cape splayed out across the moist deck's flooring, while yellow booted feet along with a baggy white linen bottom stuck up without any sign of movement.

Then, after awhile, the feet began kicking.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The Joker laughed out loud, finding the scene all the more humorous to see the being actually alive and segmented into the ship's hull itself. Clapping in a snarky fashion, he complimented in a sarcastic tone to the being, "congratulations on flunking Teleportation 101! Always know where you're going before you port. Otherwise, well, you may lose your head...haha!"

Hearing a squeal emanate from under the deck, Joker could tell very well that the creature was alive yet very much in a predicament. Tapping his foot, he stroked his chin as he put the situation under consideration. The lack of any able bodied henchmen or goals was nagging at him something terrible. Perhaps this was the break he needed?

"It's alright, fatso! I'll free ya!" Joker jeered aloud, reaching into the confines of his jacket for a tool that could help free his new associate. After shuffling through an assortment of odd devices and menacing murder weapons, the Clown Prince of Gotham finally found what he was looking for. Pulling out what looked like a purple dyed HE-Grenade, decked out with a menacing red-lipped toothy grin and black eyes.

Tossing the grenade forward with its pin pulled, the Joker ran back laughing with exaggerated waves of his arms and legs to escape the blast radius. In the wake of a orange-golden blaze of fire and shrapnel, Joker leaped comedically forward, an ecstatic expression stretched across his face as his body carried forward to an assemblage of crates. After his dapper clothed frame crashed through the wooden boxes with no ill effects, surprisingly, to his person he stood up from his haunches.

Freed at last, the creature who's body was segmented into the hull flipped upwards with a surprising display of grace and dexterity. Landing heavily enough to cause the ship to bow forward once again, Joker had to steady his footing before the boat realigned itself. Looking at it, he had to struggle not to laugh at the being's appearance.

As rotund as its lower half was, its upper half was just as packed with fat as the rest of his form. Strange holes were puckered on his arms and head, with a physical complexion comparative to gum. The sides of its head were tubular in shape, like open cups, with narrow slitted eyes and a small childish mouth. With a mock ponytail of sorts protruding in a tentacle to hover laxidasically behind its head, a black sleeveless tunic wrapped over its bulbous chest attached with a purple cape covering most of its backside. Yellow boxing gloves matching the boots covering its feet and a black belt sporting golden buckle with a black M on its center, it looked like the perfect mock effigy of a superhero.

"Perfect," The Demented Supervillain thought as his grin widened at the creature standing a good head above him. Placing his hands around the inner trim of his jacket, he smiled up at the creature as it looked down at him curiously.

"Who are you, Smiley Man?" The rotund being asked, his voice childish in tone, befitting his pudgy stature and choice in attire.

Laughing a little at the nickname given to him, Joker waved it off and simply pointed to the hole in the deck of the ship, "My name is Joker, my boisterous friend. I freed you from that hole that put you in a pinch."

"Smiley Man free Buu?" The creature asked, idly turning his head around to look at the hole where he was originally trapped within. Raising a gloved hand to rub his chin, he nodded, as if it slowly coming to him. Turning around, he grinned happily, followed by a guttural giggle emanating from his throat, "Smiley nice to Buu! You Buu's friend now!"

"That's good to know, Buu! I like making friends!" Joker laughed aloud as he bounced up and gave Buu a casual slap on his arm.

In return, the creature slapped him on his left arm, causing an audible snap followed with his body cartwheeling across the deck. Barely able to rise up from feeling the pain swelling from his broken arm. Glaring over at the ignorantly giggling creature, Joker clung to his injured arm, feeling up the tear in his jacket with indignation.

"That's not funny," He snarled, gesturing towards his arm with an incredulous look of anger, "look what you did! My suit is ruined and you broke my arm ontop of that! How am I supposed to walk around in style like this?!"

"Oh, sorry," Buu apologized with a quick bow of his head, "Buu didn't mean to hurt Smiley Man. Buu forgot that Smiley Man is human. Humans are weak while Buu is strong."

"Is that so?" Joker arched a brow up curiously as he clung to his injured limb.

Posing in a ridiculous fashion, Buu flexed his arms and smiled proudly, "Yes! Buu's strongest there is! Buu's never lost a fight once!"

"Oh really? That's funny coming from the guy who got himself stuck inside the hull of a ship, ha-ha-ha!" Joker quipped back with a grin.

Pouting his lips, Buu crossed his arms and turned his head away from the Archenemy of the Justice League, "Buu wasn't stuck!"

"Whatever you say, kiddo," Joker shrugged, wincing again at his incapacitated limb. Arching a brow, he realized he had no clue what kind of abilities his to-be henchman possessed. Looking over at Buu again, he gestured towards his arm with his working gloved hand, "hey, Buu!"

"Hm?" Buu craned his head around, arms still crossed and pouted expression fixed on his face.

"Can ya fix my arm?" The Clown Prince asked with a fetching grin spread across his pasty white face.

"Mhm!" Buu nodded, a grin reappearing across his face almost as quickly as it had disappeared seconds before.

After an elongated pause, the Joker cleared his throat and gestured more so on his injured limb, "Can you fix it now as opposed to later, Buu?!"

"Okay!" Buu said with a happy nod, causing his head tendril to stand upright and bend down towards the Clown Prince. A brief sparkle of scarlet light emanated from the knob end before a stream of pink electricity sprayed out, covering the mastermind's arm and suit jacket sleeve in equal volume. An audible pop comically sounded as any sign of damage to the custom woven linen and the bones that had shattered within his distorted limb vanished entirely.

Gaping at the lack of pain and the visible sign of even his prized jacket repaired, the Joker couldn't help but let out an ecstatic giggle escape his lips. Punching the air and swiveling the arm in circular motions, he found that nothing was wrong with it at all. Looking over at Buu, he propped his hands on his hips and smiled approvingly at his new pal, "You're a magician, I knew it! Thanks for fixing me up, Buu!"

"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" Buu laughed happily, mimicking the same pose that Joker did, craning his back to puff his rotund belly outward.

"This is really just like dealing with a giant kid. I have to make sure to coddle and reward the little scamp, less he decides break my whole body," Joker thought cautiously, making sure to keep an outwardly pleased disposition to not disturb the giant alien laughing in front of him.

It was only during his pondering that something seemed to cast an enormous shadow over the Harbor Patrol Boat. An object of such colossal proportions that he could only blame his fascination with the teleported guest on his claimed vessel for ignoring it. The Gotham statue, Lady of Justice, holding a book of the law under one arm and a sword pointing to the far seas in the other was directly in the path of the chugging aquatic vehicle.

"Huh, who put that monument there?" Joker was able to comment dryly out, just short of the ship crashing into the island that held up the proud monument of Gotham City. A screech of metal, rocking of momentum shaking the ship, and a tumble forward Joker went straight into Buu's immovable body. For the oddest of reasons, he didn't tumble over or fall down. He remained cemented in place, almost like he couldn't be moved by the terrible wreck.

Pushing himself off the marshmallow for a body, Joker turned on his heels and shook his fist angrily at the cabin's broken observatory shield, "Hey, Cap'n! Why didn't you take the helm?! You crashed us straight into the statue!"

"But Mister Joker, you didn't tell me to-"

"No excuses! What do I pay you for?!" Joker asked incredulously with a foot stamp. After a few long moments of silence, the super criminal righted himself, tapping his chin with a sudden dawning, "wait a minute. I don't. Ha!"

"Who is Smiley Man talking to?" Buu leaned forward curiously, causing Joker to look over his right shoulder at the pudgy faced being.

"Oh it's nothing, Buu. Just some guy who let me use this boat. Apparently he doesn't know how to drive it very well!" Joker yelled insistently at the cabin, shaking his fist as he stepped forward in a dramatic manner once again.

"I'm sorry, Mister Joker!"

"Well you should be! Do you realize how hard it was to get aboard your ship? How much laughing gas I had to use to make this dreary vessel a ride of fun and happiness? How many times I had to bash in the brains of your first mate with the stool I took from Arkham?!" Joker rattled off, stamping the deck each and every time.

"I-"

"Of course you don't! My, I've never had such a worse colleague in my professional company in my life! I'd fire you if I hadn't already blown out your brains!" Joker straightened his suit jacket, giving the cabin the cold shoulder as he faced Buu's left flank directly.

Hearing no response, Joker felt like he accomplished something. Turning to pat his newest accomplice on the shoulder, he began walking towards the crumpled front of the ship, "Let's blow this popsicle stand, Buu!"

With no sound coming from his new henchman, he stopped in his tracks. Tapping his foot impatiently, he balled his hands tightly at his sides and bared his teeth. Just about to snarl, he turned a complete one eighty to see Buu looking into the distance to his right.

"What?! Are you ignoring me?!" Joker asked incredulously.

Buu silently leaned his head to the side, his body turning to face the port side of the shipwrecked boat. Turning on his heels to see what the robust entity was looking at, he found his eyes blinking and his mouth forming a nervous smile. A small fleet of Gotham PD ships numbering up to six with nearly half a dozen officers each along with three helicopters, the latter spraying blinding spotlights onto Lady of Justice's base where the wreck was.

"Gotham's Mediocre Division? Why, how did they know where I was?!" Joker shielded his eyes as he questioned aloud incredulously.

"That's him! He's the one! Mister Joker's on the vessel!"

Dropping his jaw, Joker turned to stare disbelieving at the cabin, "Cap'n! You called them?!"

"Yes, I did! You're going to be locked up for all the mean things you said about me, Mister Joker! This is my Justice!"

"Huh, that's a surprise," The Joker murmured out. After processing the situation, the Clown Prince of Crime clapped both sides of his face as he squatted for dramatic emphasis, "Holy Twists, Buu! I've been Shyamalaned!"

"Shama...lan?" Buu worded out with confusion.

"Ah, forget it," Joker waved dismissively as he sighed disappointedly.

"THIS IS GOTHAM PD! YOU'RE SURROUNDED!"

True to the words of Harvey Bullock, the Detective in charge of the Police Operation responding to a disturbance had nearly all of the police ships surrounding the downed one. He was riding in a helicopter, holding a megaphone while sitting co-pilot, sticking his head out to shout down at the infamous criminal. The look of grim awareness of what he was dealing with was only combated by the snarl of annoyance with his teeth chewing a cigar in the side of his mouth.

Lowering down till he was only two dozen meters above the ship in question, he peered suspiciously at the strange looking entity next to his prime target. It looked like a pudgy alien, given he didn't look human and wore clothes that not even a cosplayer would be caught dead in a convention. If anything, he'd laugh if it wasn't for the fact it was staring right at him as if he was dinner.

"The fuck is that thing? Supervillain new in town?" Harvey thought with a few blinks of confusion. His mouth almost opened all the way agape, releasing the cigar captive between his rotten teeth.

"Well, it looks like we're completely surrounded, doesn't it, Buu?!"

Looking down back at the Joker, he heard his obnoxiously self-entitled voice over the beat of helicopter blades. He looked as if he was on cloud nine, with a grin as loathsomely disgusting as he was psychotic. It was a wonder to him why they even kept the bastard alive after all the lives he's claimed and the many more he threatened.

Seeing him nudge the pink behemoth, thankfully distracting him to stare down at his benefactor, the Clown continued, "Time to break out the big guns, eh?!"

Tilting his head to the side with confusion, Buu blinked dumbly at his new friend.

Seeing that he wasn't getting it, Joker gestured with outstretched arms, making signs with his hands with exasperation to make him understand, "Ya know! Use some elbow grease! Knock them silly! Give them a good ol' whoppin'! Plug 'em! Does any of that comprende to you, buckaroo?!"

Shaking his head plainly, the Supervillain slapped himself on the forehead. Dragging his hand over his face, he sighed, "Well, that's okay. Here, lemme show you something."

Withdrawing his handgun from the holster inside his jacket, Joker cocked the weapon before pointing it at the boats facing him. Inhaling a deep breath, he then shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU BUFFOONS! EAT SHIT AND DIE!"

Firing his gun at the flak jacketed officers across the bay watery distance, he managed to hit one in the jacket and nick one across the neck. Seeing the rest of the shots ricochet wildly but do little more than make the Policemen panic, he saw them take out their standard issue rifles and shotguns to bear against him. Other boats did as suit, despite the fact Detective Bullock had yet to issue an order.

"Protect me, Buu!" Joker howled out, diving comedically underneath the silk bottomed hindquarters of the pink Djinn.

"Hey, what the Hell are ya idiots doin-?!"

Harvey's words came out too late and ineffectively due to no megaphone order being made, let alone the radio he had at the co-pilot's console. A hail of assault rifles, shotguns, and pistols fired out, all aimed to take apart as much of Joker's cover and his alleged partner in crime. Sparks and debris flew up for whatever stray shot that didn't hit the bulbous figure that acted as the living shield for the mastermind, disallowing any other cover from being utilized effectively.

The most morbid thing was, the creature didn't seemed to be phased by all the gunfire. On the outside, his body was being indented and contorting in odd directions by the hailing projectiles riddling his person. But the same impassive look of boredom and hunger remained plastered over his face as the dozens of Gotham PD forces continued to fire maddeningly.

It wasn't until after a full minute until Harvey regained his bearings and shouted over the radio and megaphone simultaneously, "HEY! JACKASSES STOP SHOOTING! I SAID STOP IT! HOLD YOUR FIRE OR I'LL FIRE YOU!"

Handful of seconds later and all the firing had ceased. Those with smoking barreled weapons just looked agape at the thing Joker hid under. On a comical note, it looked like gum humanoid shaped punching bag that took one too many hits from a boxer; with large indentions and pin pricks indicating where bullets had struck but ricocheted shortly afterwards. On a more darker note, Buu simply laughed in a shrill tone as he raised a single gloved thumb up to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it.

"What is he-?" One of the Officers began to mouth out.

Before any warning could be uttered, Buu's body expanded, blowing out the irregularities that could have signified as damage on his person. This meant that all bullets that had remained trapped in his doughy skin were released simultaneously. Flying at speeds comparable to their earlier gunfire, boats and choppers were struck by the haphazard metal, hitting officers and their transports wildly.

"What the fuck?!" One of the Officers exclaimed in a boat not too far away, ducking down and peering over the stern of the ship.

"He's a monster!" Another shouted with gun trembling in his hands, "none of that worked?!"

"I told ya not to fire, didn't I?!" Harvey shouted at the Officers below through his mike, "we need to sit tight and wait for backup. Give this bozo some distance and make sure not to get too close. Once Gordon gets word of this we can...do...some...thing?"

Trailing off, he saw the pink creature smile devilishly as a similar hued light began to dance around his gloves. Pulsing inward with audible thrums that deafened the idle panicked conversations of those surrounding the ship, the bay's waters seemed to be drawn to the vacuum of pressure flowing towards the captured vessel. Incidentally, wild air currents began to rock choppers and boats alike, while the thrumming became more constant and the hum much louder.

Beads of sweat trailed down Harvey's scalp as he looked down at the manically grinning creature. Something told him to abandon ship in the most literal term, and he couldn't explain why. Even as he heard the faint radio call of Commissioner Gordon over the speaker, he was already unbuckling himself and opening the co-pilot door before hearing his last words, "-status, Bullock?! What's going on out th-?!"

Harvey didn't even fall two meters before feeling the heat of the venting plasma ballooning outwards. His body barely registered pain before his coat covered body became engulfed in flames, the chopper ripping apart before succumbing to a expanding wave of dome-shaped light discharging from the vessel in question. Waves of water rised up with the blazing force of pressurized energy, overlapping the ships and crew, sending them all flying before their persons and the debris alike were lit up in orange-crimson mantles of flames. What little was left of the force that had been assembled was sent flying across Gotham Bay's horizon, crashing into the dock and water coated structures with deafening power, lighting up flames across the water's vista.

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Majin Buu exclaimed with a childish leap off the surprisingly intact ship, legs outstretched along with his arms. Giddily he he pumped his arms up and down, chanting his own name as he kicked idly in the air. Laughter echoed the now silent bay, while distant rumbles of damage to the city and alarms rang out from his massacre.

With his hands lowering from his fetal positioned head, Joker warily stood up and gaped at his surroundings. There had been a full squadron of law enforcement, armed to the teeth, ready to nab him in the harbor. But in under a handful of minutes of their attacks and a single instant from his new sidekick, they were all wiped out. Not a trace of them was left that he could see.

"You killed them all," Joker said in a lower whisper, out of hearing range of Buu's antics that danced over his head. Looking down at his gloves, a look of forlorn despair crossed over quivering lips and big sad eyes. "w-what have I done? I've unleashed a monster upon the world that can kill so easily and with such glee. What horror have I unleashed?"

Then, in an instant, he threw his arms up in the air and laughed loudly with maniacal joy, "Oh who am I kidding?! This is wooooooonderful! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm unstoppable with this guy on my side!"

EDIT: I fixed the Weab"uu" clarified mistake. Instead of the literal translation for Majin Buu (Which literally means, "Demon Man Boo,") I replaced it with Buu. I hope it was totally vital that you mention it within the story rather than anything else written.

A/N: And here's the end of the First Chapter of a Crazy Ride!

First off, let me clarify to those who took the time to be curious enough to read this pilot chapter. This isn't a comparison Fic where I take a Crossover element and try to make it superior or lesser than the element I'm crossing it over with. This is just a fun idea I decided to have a go with and wanted to share with the rest of you. Take it with a grain of salt and some suspension of disbelief, as something like this could NEVER happen with the given characters involved. With that being said, please keep debates, rage-filled comments and negative criticisms to a minimum.

With that out of the way, let's talk about the Chapter!

I want to clarify that this, within the BruceTimmVerse (also known as a good chunk of the DCAU) is about 2 years after the end of JLU (not the Batman Beyond tie-in episode, but the episode before that). Darkseid and Lex have been announced to be "dead", and only as of recently did Joker regain his sanity and break out of Arkham. How? Muffin Button (Don't question the how, it's comic book logic! LOL)

A good deal of this series is going to have a bit of Dark Humor, mostly from the Clown Prince of Crime himself. The rest is supplemented with nice bouts of action when I'm not setting up for world building and character development for those are carrying on from the series as well as those who were never mentioned or existed in said series.

Hopefully I provide enough insight for those who ask questions but get them answered IN those who are wondering a few things, please hit me up in the PM and I'll be happy to answer any questions possible. If you'd like to leave them in the Review section below along with your thoughts of the Chapter, I can add a Q and A section at the end of the next Chapter to answer questions for THIS Chapter. Enough people read, and I'll do it for every Chapter onwards.

Okay, I think I covered everything! I apologize if my geography is a little off for Gotham, it's hard to get an exact replicate map online so I can narrow down precisely where most of the scenes take place. It will be mostly relying on guesswork, but if anyone has any good geographical description of Gotham for any Animated series that I like to use as a base for this story, I'd appreciate it!

Until then, I'll see you on the next update of Buu On You!