Here is another Dark Knight Fiction! This is dedicated to . for convincing me to post this, since I initially wasn't going to, so thank you! I also want to say that I might not update this fast since I have other projects in the works (check out my page foe details) and remember to Review because I here from other authors that they make updates come along faster;)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Dark Knight or any of its character but I-
Joker: No "buts" about it you-
S.S.J.L and I chase him away

Enjoy!

Joey Brazen Napier, woke up on a Monday morning. His brown hair was tousled as per usual and his electric blue eyes were filled with dread.

School.

Joey had never been one for school. Well actually that would be a lie, he did, years ago but that was when he had a nice foster family but they had to give him up. Behind closed doors the husband and wife didn't exactly get along. So he was sent back to the orphanage or "Care Home". There weren't many people there, mostly the people that were too old, to the eyes of the social workers.
To day he tried to delay but, as usual, Laura (one of the leaders of the place) had kicked him out before he had a chance to complain about a stomach ache.

It wasn't school itself that Joey hated. He liked to learn, the only thing he hated were most of the people in the school. They were cruel. They liked to play games and he was their favorite toy.
Just last week they had thrown him into a dumpster and a few days ago they decided to see if he was fire resistant. And that was only the tip of the ice-berg. He had the scars to prove it.

They picked on him for being smart, being an orphan and of course there were a few insults to his appearance added in too.
Sometimes this didn't affect him but at others he tried desperately to leave reality and reached back into the depths of his mind. Sometimes he would imagine himself in a story or a movie but lately he had been finding himself dreaming about his mother. What she looked like, her name was still a mystery to him but he often wondered about her. Was she alive? Then again this was Gotham and Batman was certainly not around as long as Joey. But still his mind asked questions. If she died how did it happen? Was his father abusive? His father...
And then his thoughts would escalate to absolutely anything and everything. He had a bad habit of doing that lately, and he didn't know what to make of it.

He made it to school ten minutes later and looked around cautiously.

"Looking for someone?"asked a voice from behind him in a mocking voice.

"I don't know who he would be looking for, it's not like the freak has any friends" said another voice.

Joey spun around to face the speakers. He already knew who they were but he also knew that it would be best if he was able to keep them in his site. If he were to lose them,God knows that would have happened.
Today he had to put up with Shocker. He was flanked (as usual) by Talko. Nobody knew Talko's name, even the teachers addressed him as Talko. He had a bad dental job and had black hair with gray eyes. And when he talked he really talked.

"Whatcha doin' dorko?" asked Shocker. He pushed Joey as if he were trying to start a fight and he said this with a tough guy voice. "You walkin' on my ground?"

"No...I-I-I-" began Joey.

"Well lets just see about his punishment now"

"Yeah let's see the punishment" repeated Talko.

"No no no no no please don't" begged Joey, but it was too late. Shocker had grabbed him by the ear and was pulling him across the school entrance to the caretakers shed.

Some people stared on the way but they didn't say anything. Some looked on with pity in their eyes and others sniggered. Joey thought that he was dead. They never went to the shed. To be honest the caretaker didn't even go in there, since ghost stories had been associated with the place since HE had been going to school there. The place was abandoned.

They were about to go inside when they all heard a gruff yet muffled voice. None of them new where it had come from and this fact made them jump even higher.

"I don't think that's such a good idea" this sentence was followed by a cruel laugh that had all three boys shaking. "Your on your own, the ghosties can take it from here, right Talko?" said Shocker in a quiet voice before taking a step back.

"Uh huh" replied Talko, for the first time in his life he was stuck for words. And with that Shocker pushed Joey into the shed and ran off with Talko at his heels.

He stood there in complete shock and watched them as they left. The laugh came back but became unmuffled and less gruff. Joey turned around to see a girl appear from behind a pile of junk.

"Chloe, what the hell?" asked Joey stunned.

"I was near the place and I saw those whack jobs dragging you here and they are retards remember?" she responded as if it was were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Thanks, you never really believed the stories did you?" asked Joey again but this time curious.

"Not really, Do you actually think that a girl would sneak in here and do drugs with a goat? And it's always on Halloween!Jeez" she replied exasperated.

"Whatever, what do we have now?"

"History, now come on we or we are gonna be late"said Chloe while grabbing Joey's arm and pulling him out of the shed.

The history teacher wasn't in the room yet and everyone was yapping as usual. Except for Joey, he was sitting quietly in the back of the room and watching everyone else living their lives.
He then started to think of his mother again. What she would look like and envisioning her pulling a pie out of the oven. Everything that he could think of, until a spit ball hit him in the face. Joey jumped and looked around.

A group of boys were gathered around the window and were pointing and sniggering at him. The boy who had blown him with a spitball was in the center just smirking at Joey with the straw still in his hands.
Chloe was near the front of the room where the teacher had assigned her last week after nearly attacking one of the cheerleaders. She had a book in her hands but she was watching Joeys interaction with the boys with a worried expression.

"What's wrong freak?" asked one of the boys with mock sympathy.

"Don't waste your time man he won't answer anyway. He's a retard" said another boy with sandy hair.

"Well then maybe we should teach him a few manners" a tall brown haired boy suggested with a strong hint of malice in his voice.

"Yeah"

"Yeah"

"Definitely"

The agreements echoed around Joey which made his heart pace faster and his breath to hitch in his throat. This wasn't going to end nicely. One of the boys stood up and walked over to Joey with the other boys following behind him.

It was the guy with the spit ball and he was standing over Joey. He pushed him off of his chair and knocked him to the floor. Joey landed on the hard surface with his arm cushioning the blow. Joey bit down on his lip to prevent him from crying out in pain.
"Come on Weirdo" called one of the boys. He walked over to where Joey lay and dragged him up by the cuff of his shirt and hit his head off of the wall. White hot pain shot through Joeys head and he felt the rush of blood enter his head, until he felt something wet on his forehead.
He fell to the ground and the boys gathered around him until they picked him up and threw him across the classroom. He crashed into some desks and a few hardback books fell and hit him on his already injured head.

The boys were around him again but this time one of them turned around after a loud Thunk could be heard.
Chloe had just hit the leader of the group and he was shooting daggers at her.
"Leave him alone" she ordered through clenched teeth.

"And what if I don't?"

"Yeah, you got a girl sticking up for you now?" asked the a guy with a bad mow-hawk.

"Fuck you!" spat Joey while literally spiting some blood out of his mouth.

Mow-hawk guy raised a fist but Chloe picked up a near-buy chair and hit him over the head with it.

"Come on" she ushered as she put Joey's arm over her shoulders and carried him from the room, leaving everything and everyone behind.

"We have to get you home yo-" she began.

"NO!" interrupted Joey. He wasn't going to go home yet. He couldn't. Laura might ask questions and she would go to the teachers and they might ignore her and call him a liar or they might go too soft or too hard on the bullies and they would come after him with a vengeance. Either way, if he ever went to an adult they would kill him. He was pretty much screwed.
Chloe must have seen this in his eyes because in the next instant she was looking at the ground and saying "Fine, but I have got to go back and face my...crimes" she said trying to find the right words for her defense of Joey.

"Okay, I'll be in the shed after school, see you there?" Joey asked, trying to make her feel better.

"Deal" she responded with a small voice and glancing at him with her head down and her hands clasped together, and with that she ran back to the school.

Joey let out a sigh and started towards the shed. His bag was back in the classroom, that probably looked like a bomb had hit it, and only had his coat. He was grateful for this because he had his phone and his IPod in the pockets.
At least he would have something to keep him entertained.

School would be over at 4pm and Chloe would probably have to stay back until 6pm tops.
He went inside the shed and flicked through his IPod. He was angry so he decided to listen to a bit of 'Disturbed'. Some people might of found this strange but Joey had actually considered making a play-list for times like these. In fact he didn't know why he didn't, it would help to waste time and he was nearly always on his laptop.

He sat on a couple of boxes and faced the door. There was everything in the room that you would find in any normal shed. An old bike that looked as if it just came from the 40's, pieces of metal, old cans and (of course) a heater that looked as if it hadn't been used in ages.
A couple of boxes fell to the ground beside Joey and he quickly put his IPod away. A low ruff voice started to swear and the language could easily put a sailor to shame. A figure walked out dressed in a purple suit and stared at Joey who was staring at the person with a dumbstruck expression on his face.

Freedom was never sweeter.

The Joker had once again escaped from Arkham and was know speeding through the dark streets of Gotham. He had already changed into his usual attire of purple and green and was now trying to drive and put on his greasepaint at the same time.

While applying the red he had narrowly dodged an on-coming truck and while applying the black he had barely swerved and avoided a wall. He didn't care though. He knew where he was going. He was going to see her and he didn't care how late it was or what she could be doing at that exact hour but he was going to see her at all costs.

First stop was the Gotham Library since he needed some records.

Even if it wasn't so late he would still walk in through the normal doors with his weapons hidden away in his pockets. Then again if it were the middle of the day he would probably have gotten a few men and explosions together. So much fun in his opinion but he couldn't wait and he wanted the privacy which his why he had decided to bring his silencer to shoot the guards.

He parked in the dark alleyway beside the old building and jumped out of the driver's door, landing in a puddle while doing so.
There was a thick fog around so the homeless people only saw a silhouette and not the actual man.

The green haired man picked the back door to the library and stepped inside. There was a musty smell in the air and the place was surrounded in dust mites and old books. The Joker walked to the other side to the room to a door with the word "Files" written on it and proceeded to once again pick the lock and then enter.

There were rows upon rows of filing cabinets.

N thought the man dressed in purple as he began to walk along the rows. Twenty eight rows later and the Joker finally found the beginning of the N's. He pulled out the cabinet and began to flick through the files, searching for the right folder.
Ten minutes later he finally found it and started to walk out of the room when a voice called "hey!" but the voice didn't have a choice to say much else because the man with the folder just pulled out a gun and shot the guard. He didn't even look at his victim, it was as if he was bored.
He continued to walk out of the building and returned to the van and sped away.

He wove between the cars in Gothams' slow lanes and ended up near the Narrows. Then parked in front of an old abandoned building that was very tall and very old.
The Joker got out of the van and began to make his way to the top of the building. Before his life had taken it's drastic change he had always come here with her. When their parents argued, separated or got too abusive they would always come here.
When she went on her first date and found out that the guy was a jackass she had run off and avoided everyone but he had found her here.
By now he was sitting on the roof with the file in his hands. All of the information that he had wanted was in his lap literally. It was a bit big for one person.
Probably ended up successful
He opened it up and began to read. This cant be right...
The file was saying that she had died by a beating.
Someone hurt her? Someone beat her? They must have a death wish and if they don't, they will by the time I'm through with 'em.
That explained why there were extra documents in her folder. Her will. Her Death Certificate...Hello.
The Joker pulled out another birth certificate from the file and began to examine it.
25th October 1995 Joey Brazen Napier

I have a nephew? She had a kid? What the-?

The Joker pulled out another file. This one had a picture of a young blue eyed boy paper clipped on the front. He had messy brown hair and the picture seemed to be a school one. The boy was smiling but his eyes didn't show any sign of happiness.
I wonder if he remembers her?
He looked down at the school that he was currently attending.

He was going to get to this kid at all costs.

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