I do not own Batman or Kick-Ass!
The events of this story take place 3-4 years before the events of Kick-Ass(film) and inbetween The Dark Knight and The Dark Knight Rises. The Joker in this story is not Heath Ledger's Joker, however. Personally, I didn't care much for Ledger's Joker(Nicholson for the win!).
"And you're sure this clown won't double cross us?" Asked Frank D'Amico, as he and his thugs entered an abandoned warehouse just outside Gotham City.
"He seemed pretty chill over the phone, boss." Replied Coolio, one of D'Amico's thugs.
D'Amico glared at Coolio.
"Why do you talk like that?" He asked.
Coolio merely shrugged. Just then, the lights of the warehouse turned on abruptly. Joker stepped out from behind one of the crates, Harley Quinn by his side. He walked over and stood in front of D'Amico, a menacing smile upon his face.
"So, you're the 'Joker'?" Asked D'Amico, an amused expression upon his face.
Joker bowed, politely.
"The one and only! And this is my lovelyyy assistant, Harley Quinn." Giggled Joker.
D'Amico stared at the couple, his amusement replaced with nervousness.
"Right.." He muttered.
Just then, one of the doors of the warehouse opened, and a man in a suit walked into the room. The only noticeable feature was his pretty eyes.
"Joker, another shipment is ready." Said Jonathon Crane.
"Well, alright!" Said Joker, happily.
D'Amico stared from Joker to Crane before asking his main question.
"What is this shipment you speak of?" Asked D'Amico.
Joker pulled D'Amico over and whispered in his ear.
"Joker gas." Whispered Joker, menacingly.
Bruce Wayne was watching the news from his penthouse.
"The Joker has escaped Arkham Asylum, along with Jonathon Crane, with the help from a new intern by the name of Harleen Quinzel. Their whereabouts are currently unknown." Said the reporter.
Bruce shook his head as Alfred entered the room. Alfred stared at Bruce, knowing.
"Master Bruce, I thought this was all behind you. Harvey Dent is dead. Too much damage has already been done." Pleaded Alfred.
"And more damage will be done if I let Joker stay on the streets." Replied Bruce, grimly, as he arose from his seat.
"Bruce, I won't help you." Said Alfred.
Bruce looked at Alfred with sad eyes.
"I promise, Alfred. This is the last time." Said Bruce.
Alfred frowned.
Damon Macready stood on top of the warehouse, watching D'Amico and Joker negotiate through a ceiling window. He was in a costume that strangely resembled Batman's.
"Whats going on down there?" He wondered.
He reached into his belt and pulled out a homemade hearing aid, with advanced frequency tuning. He put it in his ear and listened intently.
"And when we release this toxin upon Gotham, all of the citizens will go completely mad! Chaos will rain once more, and not even Batman will be able to stop us." Said Joker.
Big Daddy's eyebrow rose.
"Batman?" He asked himself, remembering.
"You know em'?" Asked a voice from behind.
Big Daddy got to his feet and looked his opponent in the eyes. One of D'Amico's thugs stood before him. He looked Big Daddy over.
"Actually, from what I've heard, you kinda fit the description of the Batman." Said the thug, curiously.
Big Daddy quickly pulled out a handgun, equipped with a silencer, from his belt, delivering a quick shot to the thug's head. He rushed forward and caught the thug before he could completely fall, trying not to make as much noise as possible. He looked down and noticed that the small group of villains had vanished. Along with the crates.
"Alright, let's blow this bitch up." Muttered Big Daddy, pulling a small bottle of gasoline and a flare out from his belt, as he heard a truck start up in the distance.
Delivering a swift kick to the glass of the window, he threw the gasoline down to the floor. He ignited the flare and threw it after the gasoline, then pulling a grappling hook from his belt, flew away from the exploding building.
"We were being watched." Said Joker.
D'Amico stared at Joker, eyes wide.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"I saw him. It was one of those Batman copycats." Muttered Joker.
Crane looked over, finally intrigued by the conversation.
"I had a run in with a couple of those, once. Batman took them all out, then made a remark about hockey pads." Said Crane.