Hey guys, it has been a while. I've been hard at work on a lot, so I haven't been able to finish the few fan-fics I planned on writing, luckily this one is finished. I should be posting a new chapter every week or so. This first one is short, most of em' will be longer.

The fan-fic, while mostly aimed at the Criminal Minds characters, is also a reimagining of Batman and the villians inolved with the Batman series. If this fan-fic is well recieved I'll do more with Batman villians, where, like thsi fan-fic, the vilians are serial killers rather than mastermind bent on world destruction. I hope you enjoy!


Robert Maker opened his eyes. His surroundings were new, frightening and strange. The walls were stark white and padded, like a cell in an insane asylum. While Robert had never been in an asylum, he always imagined the cells would be small, but this room was large. There was more than just padded walls. Pictures of smiling happy children were pinned in odd angles in front of him, all around a large mirror. Robert turned his head. It was hard to move. He realized that his hands were tied, that he was in a chair.

He wondered how he didn't realize his bondage before? He tried to yell and found that his mouth was gagged. The gag tasted like old sweat, and the room was freezing cold. Robert closed his eyes tight, and then opened them again. More of the room was becoming visible. Brightly colored stuffed animals were everywhere, just scattered at random. The whole scene reminded Robert of the circus. Robert was scared of the circus, ever since a rather horrid incident as a child. The memory made Robert shiver. Or was that the cold? He didn't know and didn't care. All he cared about was finding out where the hell he was and then getting out. He looked at himself in the mirror. His mind was thinking of where he could be, and how he could have gotten there. All he remembered was playing golf, then it started to rain and then… Nothing.

"Getting comfortable?" An eerily cheerful voice asked with an air of a host doting on a guest. Robert didn't turn, only stared right into the mirror. The man was dressed in a dark green vest, with a bright red long sleeved shirt under it that had a quaint, pink floral pattern sewn onto it. The shirt was roughly tucked into green slacks. The man's face was painted white, with bright green eyebrows and red makeup extending an already large evil smile. Blue eye shadow highlighted the man's sharp black eyes. The man's hands were hidden from view, grasping some unknown object.

Robert tried to yell, tried to jerk his chair, but it was bolted to the ground. The man kept his bright smile and stood right beside Robert. The man looked up.

"Mic check. One two three." He looked at Robert, "You ready? Ok, action!" The man stepped forward. "Hello world, and welcome to the Joker's Happy Hour of Hilarity! This is Robert Makers, and he is our guest for tonight's show!" The man's voice was big, the pitched changed in a way that made Robert think of a ring-master, a showman. It was higher pitched, but oddly throaty.

"Let's see what our guest has to say!" The man pulled the gag from Robert's mouth.

"What are you doing? Who are you?" Robert yelled, the man put the gag back into Robert's mouth.

"Tsk tsk, say something original. How about you make a greeting, anyone you want to say hi too back home?" The man made a sweeping gesture, looked into the mirror.

Robert looked into the mirror as well and thought of something. Two-way mirror. The bastard was filming the entire thing. The bastard was performing. The man took the gag back from Robert's mouth.

"Sarah, Sarah is you are seeing this, I love you." Robert said. Tears began to roll from his eyes.

"That's the spirit!" The man laughed and took something from his pocket. It was a sleek, menacingly silver butcher's knife. "Now, lets make you smile."