So decided that I was gonna give writing a shot so I give you my first Fan-Fiction! Understand I am new to this and welcome tips or criticisms. Please R & R!

The only thing I own is my OC.

PROLOGUE

It was a cold night in Gotham as the streets were oddly quiet as they are for a few days in between whenever some costumed villain's grand scheme is foiled by the Batman. The caped crusader now sat idly in the Batcave as he typed on his computer monitoring the streets one final time. He was hoping that he might be able to earn a few hours of peace before he turned in for the morning, as he had important business to take care of as Bruce Wayne. That was until a loud voice took him away from his thoughts.

"I don't see why I have to go, or why I can't just stay in Gotham with you" This caused the adult to sigh as he realized he would be having this talk once again, and it was the last thing he wanted. He'd rather fight Darkseid than deal with this boy.

"Martin we talked about this..."

"But Bruce!"

He turned away from the computer as he narrowed his eyes at the teen now in front of him. Martin Mulligan was his apparent name and he gulped at the now annoyed dark knight.

"I will say this one more time, you are not safe here."

"Yes, you have stated that a lot but you have yet give to me a reason or five as to how I am in such peril." He snickered with a teasing smile.

"I did not feel it was necessary to bring up your appearance as an obvious reason."

That comment got Martin to falter as he looked at his reflection in the screen of the computer. Bleach white skin, Green hair, big goofy smile, dark eyes, and a purple suit to complete the appearance of everyone's favorite clown-prince of crime, the Joker.

Martin was another innocent victim at the hands of the maniac, as just another way to gain an upper-hand against Batman. The Joker's plans were only known to Martin and while the Joker was stopped, most of his work on the boy's appearance could not be reversed.

After a few minutes of staring Martin looked down at the sitting hero. "You are sending me away because I'm handsome? HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Ok so maybe his appearance was not the only thing the Joker altered.

"With you looking like the Joker it's not safe for you here. Any civilian that sees you that isn't frightened may turn aggressive against you. Plus I'm almost certain any villain here would love to get their hands on you."

"That's sweet of them" He said with a chuckle before turning serious. "But seriously Bats I want to help here. You taught me how to fight, how to protect myself, how to make my gadgets. I want to make a difference." At those words the heroes look softened as he stood up.

"Martin, I have full confidence that you can make a difference in this world and I could not be more proud that you have chosen to fight for good, rather than take after your *ahem* father."

That was another thing about Martin that concerned Batman. Ever since he brought the boy to his home, and trained him he always referred the Joker as his father. The only explanation was that the adolescent suffered some degree of Stockholm Syndrome.

"I have trained you as I have with all who have come under my wing and am happy to say that you have exceeded my expectations, and it's time for you to move on your own. Well mostly on your own."

The teen cocked an eyebrow at the man as he turned back towards the screen typing.

"I have decided that a good place for you to start would be here in Jump City. With the Teen Titans. Hopefully we will be able to get you there by the end of the we-"

"No."

Bruce turned back to look at the boy who now had a very stern look in his eyes as he looked at various images of Jump City, and a certain group of five teenagers.

"I will not take orders from him."

"Martin..."

"And besides!" He started pacing around the cave. "Do they even know I am coming? How do you know that they'll welcome me as a part of the team!"

"Martin."

"They might think I work for dad! Try to fight me! Put me in Jail!"

"Martin!"

Bruce's shout finally got him to stop ranting and stand still, be it for just a moment.

"Though I'll never understand your disdain for Robin." He paused as he rubbed his forehead to quell his newly acquired headache. "Your concern for to Titan's reaction to you makes much more sense, which is why your are to give this to Robin as soon as you make their acquaintance. He than the teen a sealed letter with the Bat symbol across the front. Martin let out a defeated sigh as he took the letter.

"So...your not gonna call him"

"You and I both no that I'm not quite on speaking terms with him. Besides the less involved with this the better your chances are of being accepted."

"Hmph how hypocritical." Snorted the boy.

Batman stood up and pulled down his cowl to reveal his tired face. "Well if that's all settled I'll make the arrangements for you to travel. My private jet should be available to take you before Friday. I suggest you get packing Martin." He turned to leave.

"Oh that reminds me." Martin piped up causing Bruce to stop. "I can't fight criminals with a name like Martin. Nope no one will take me seriously, so I'll just have to change it" He scratched his chin as he thought.

Much to the annoyance of Batman.

"How about Joker Jr?! No no, to childish." He Paused. "Trickster? No it's been done." He paused as his face flashed as if he's made some great epiphany. "I got it! From this moment on I shall be known as *dramatic pause* The Comedian!"

Bruce groaned as he walked out of the cave."Great. Now come on it's time to call it a night. We will talk more in the morning."

The now named Comedian turned to follow Bruce but hesitated as he looked at the computer screen one last time that held the image of his future home a huge grin stretched across his face.

"Jump City huh.." he turned as if looking out to some grand imaginary audience "Wait'll they get a load of me."