Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, Batman or any of their characters.

Prolouge: Died with a smile.

Commissioner James Gordon sits down at his desk staring at the mountain of paperwork he has to read and go through before filing it away, and, just like every cop on the force he hated it. The main reason he worked so hard to be elected was to avoid this stuff, but, it seems all he succeeded in doing was getting more. After desperately thinking he was going to need a vacation he noticed a package that was almost hidden by all the reports and since he was already not looking forward to what is before him he decided to procrastinate some and open it carefully knowing full well that in a city like Gotham you can never be to careful. Inside was a singular VHS that said play me.

After turning on his office television he inserted the tape and began watching as cold sweet began forming on his brow as he watched the screen play out. One voice he heard in the beginning chilled him to the bone more then any known criminal he has seen. Right around the end of the tape he saw something so gruesome that his stomach churned and he came dangerously close to vomiting and he had no other choice but to turn it off.

Staggering backwards he sat down on his desk trying to cope with the images he just seen. At the moment his door opened.

"Hey, Commish," Detective Harvey Bullock started before noticing the his superior's skin tone matching his hair, "Commish, are you ok?" He asked concern evenant in his voice.

"No, Harvey. I need you to do two things for me. Go by Joker's last known residence and pick up Harley Quinn and escort Ms. Quinn to my office. Tell her that I need to talk to her, and I want you to have the Bat-signal turned on."

"Commissioner, I hope you don't mind me asking, but, why?"

"Trust me, Harv. You don't want to know."

(One hour later)

Both Batman and Batgirl climb in to the head of the GCPD's office only to be greeted by an unwelcome surprise.

"Hiya, Batsy, didn't expect to see me did ya?" asked the make-upped face of the woman who dresses up as a court jester.

"What seems to be the problem Commissioner?" Batman inquired ignoring the disturbed psychiatrist.

"You'll find out soon enough, Batman. I was just asking Ms. Quinn when the last time she saw Joker."

"And I told you Mr. J went out to get me a present for our anniversary. We'll be together for five years tomorrow." she added looking towards Batgirl.

"Uh, congratulations." the red headed girl said awkwardly taken aback at how calmly the older woman talked to her.

"Harley, I just want to know when it was."

"Fine, if you really must know it was the day before yesterday at about two p.m." She huffed.

"Thank you, Harley, you're free to go."

"Uh ah. You get Mr. Short, fat, and ugly…"

"You forgot smelly." Batgirl interrupted before receiving surprised and incredulous looks. "What? He does smell like gym bag."

"Anyway, you had that gorilla bring me here just so you can ask me about my puddin, so I demand to know why." Commissioner Gordon sighed knowing he wouldn't win no matter what.

"I have reason to believe Joker is dead, Ms. Quinn." The two caped crusaders and the female criminal stared at him at disbelief.

"Yeah right, Commissh. Mr. J isn't dead he's probably just out trying to find me the prefect present." Gordon knew that she wouldn't believe him otherwise he did the one thing he knew he shouldn't, but, had to.

"You might to watch this, but, trust me. You are not going to like it." the police departments man in charge said before pressing play on his VCR. They watched as the screen opened to reveal a man in a hood. The light was coming down at such an angle that only his lower jaw could be seen. The only visible part of his body that could be seen seemed to be painted like it was only bone.

"Hello Commissioner James Gordon. Over the years you have relied on Batman to throw the trash on your cities streets away only to let them walk away free without justifiable ramifications. They never even been rehabillated before being released to society. But fear not. I will make sure they will be rehabilitated, but, they have to want it first. Watch as the first of many choose not to reform."

The screen flicked to a screen similar to that of a security cam. Though unlike a security camera sound could be heard thanks to a male groan coming from the tape. The seen they were watching was of Joker waking up in a concrete room alone haphazardly strapped to a chair which had been bolted down and a cylindrical tank secured to it's back. Besides Joker and his chair the room was very much like an office complete with all of which it could require. At first the clown prince of crime woke up the first thing he noticed was a strange device attached to his head specifically his mandible. The second thing he noticed was a tape recorder hanging in front of his face. The straps must have been Velcro because he freed his arms easily before grabbing the recorder and playing the tape.

"Hello, Joker, I'm sure you are wondering how you got here and what is attached to your face. The answers are I brought you here and the device is either a tool of your reformation or destruction. For years you used laughter and joy then twisted them into you're weapons of death. You took pleasure in the pain other's laughter caused. Today is the day were you face the possibility of the same fate as your victims. The device you are wearing is attached to two rings I have placed and fused to your lower jaw and once activated you will have five minutes to escape from it by finding the key hidden in this room. The timer will activate the very moment you leave that chair. That is not all. Upon releasing yourself you will cause a tank of Nitrous Oxide to release it's contents into the room before filling it in two minutes. Can you remain calm long enough to find the key? If you wish to survive look to yourself and find the answer. Reform or Perish? The choice is yours."

The quartet watched on as Joker freed himself in a panic and began searching for the key in the office. He tore the place apart. Ripping out drawers and dumping their contests. Fling around books from the shelf. He even smashed a computer monitor in a effort to find the key inside. But slowly he started to loose himself in laughter as the gas took effect. The three who never saw the tape denied the outcome Gordon told them and tried to will Joker to keep it together long enough to find the key, but, with each second that passed they knew it wouldn't happen. Exactly fifteen seconds before the device activated he felt the outside of his breast pocket. Noticing something was inside he reached in and attached to his handkerchief was a single key. Unable not to laugh at the irony he lost complete control and the trap activated. With a lighting fast motion Joker's lower jaw was pulled in two strait down the middle causing him to bleed out on the floor giving a blood curdling laugh before dieing. The screen went to black as Batgirl reached for a nearby trash can and promptly threw up in it. That was when that hood face returned to the screen.

"When I am done with those in Gotham tell Robin I'll be visiting Jump next." After that the tape was over. Batman tried his best to remain stoic, but, underneath he was both disgusted and disillusioned. No matter how much he disliked Joker even he didn't deserved that. The next thing he knew Harley's wails of grief reached his ears while she crumbled on to the floor crying. After everything that happened with her and her Puddin's occasional fights both between themselves and against him Batman was still amazed she truly did love the psychopathic clown.

Batgirl recovering for her temporary case of nausea saw the woman that she fought from time to time crying on the floor as her mentor and her father (even though he didn't know that) stood helplessly trying to figure out what to do. Silently thinking 'Men' the female crime fighter knelt down and picked Quinn up just enough to hold her in a consoling hug. Whispering soothing words eventually the wails reduced to whimpers and the tears stopped following even though they filled her eyes. Slowly helping the other back up still in a hug before releasing the embraces Harley took a small amount of solace to know that the younger woman knew what to do.

"I bet it's going to be a bitch to fix your make up." Batgirl lightly joked resulting in a small laugh.

"It always is." the female jester responded. "Sorry about smearing…"

"Don't worry about it. It will be a welcome change compared to the gun powder, blood, and mud that usually gets caked on here." Harley gave a minute grin shaking her head having an idea of the pains of laundry just with her and Joker's. Thinking about the man she loved returned her to a sullen mood.

"Batman, as much as I hate to say this we need to protect Ms. Quinn and the others until we can catch this guy. Joker might have been on the wrong side of the law, but, murder is murder."

"I agree. Can you set up a protection detail for her?"

"No way I am not going to let no cop protect me. Being around them always did put me on edge and don't you dare say it was because of Mr. J. I was that way before shacking up with him." Harley vehemently stated.

"We can't just leave you alone while that guy is out there possible trying to kill you. We are trying to help you by offering protection." Gordon stated.

"I never said I didn't want it, Commissh. I just don't want a cop watching me."

"Then what do you suggest?" asked Batman before noticing a distinctive look in her eyes. Apparently Batgirl noticed it too as she used her hand to cover her mirth. "No."

"Oh come on, Batsy. I always wanted to know what your hideout looked like."

"No!"

"Please, I promise to be really good."

"I said NO!"

"Batman, you have to think of it from her perspective," Gordon interrupt much to his daughters glee, "who better to protect her then the man that sent her and her boyfriend to jail?"

"She is not staying with me."

"Fine how about I stay with Batgirl?"

"I stay with him." she choked out trying not to let her humor reveal who she was.

"Great. Who else can I stay with?" she asked. Batman stood with a contemplating look adorned on his coweled face.

"Don't think about." stated Batgirl.

"Already am."

"He'll kill you if you ask him."

"Who said I was going to ask him?" Batman questioned suggestively with an hood covered eye brow raised.

"I'm not going to ask him. We just got back on speaking terms and I'm not in the best positions to ask for favors."

"I thought he still owed you a couple."

"No I owed him and he called those in back when he was still mad at me because of that one Slade thing I told you about."

"What are they talking about?" Harley whispered to Gordon watching the two bats get in a argument.

"Well besides wanting to get out of Batman's shadow Robin left to get away from Batgirl." Gordon whispered back.

"Why?"

"Because they use to be together until apparently they got into a huge fight and broke up, and, he thought it would be best for him to leave."

"Oh. I always thought those two had something. I wonder how far they got with each other."

"That is none of your business, Harley. By the way I'm glad your so interested in my love life." Batgirl interrupted irritably.

"Your welcome." the older woman stated wishing she noticed the fight ended.

"Who won?" asked Gordon.

"Him." his disguised daughter huffed causing Batman to withhold a smirk at her antics.

"I called for my car and it will arrive shortly. I'll take you home so you can gather your things, Harley. Batgirl will head back to the cave and bring the plane to us. There won't be much room so I suggest to pack light and she'll fly both of you to Jump City."

"Okie dokey, Batman. It will give me a chance to ask her how big Robin's staff is." Harley replied causing Batgirl's face to match her hair.

"Aren't you suppose to be grieving over Joker?" the red hair woman snapped. Her reaction caused Harley's return to a less then upbeat mood as small smile still graced the clown princess of crime.

"Mr. J always said when ever you are blue try and keep a smile is the thing to do."

Ok I know that this is suppose to be a Teen Titan's fanfic but I hope you understand why I didn't start with the Teen Titans in the prolouge. Oh and as far as the little Joker's death scene I tried my best to give it a saw like feel. Besides I figured if I was going to kill Joker I might as well kill him in a way that he would like. I mean he did die with a smile on his face. I'm willing to take suggestions on a better Title.