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Joker's Ace

-A young Justice Fan fiction-

Summary: Everyone knows Joker; the clown prince of crime, as a psychotic maniac who is constantly thrown into Arkham asylum, but do they know his Son? Ace is a boy at the ripe age of fourteen and has a problem. Well multiple actually.

First: His father is the Joker, crime lord and nemesis to Batman. Second: Ace is in love with Batman's sidekick- or should I say partner, Robin Third: Ace wants to be a hero and stand with the justice league but with a problem hardly anyone trusts him. Though Ace does have some luck on his side, as Batman allows Ace to join the team with Robin, Aqualad, Kid Flash, magann, Superboy and Artemis to help them fight crime and save the earth. What will happen to Ace when he joins the team and realizes that not only were there lies in his past, but also that the life of a teenager is VERY hard when you're a bipolar genius who can't even read.

WARNING: will contain foul language, boy x boy (Yaoi) pairings, extreme amounts of fluff. this story may induce fangirling

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Young Justice or any DC character in this story, but i do own Ace and he is mine, adn mine alone!

P.S: This will be following the story line of the first seaon of Young justice and may contain spoilers.

Chapter 1 - "The Undertaking"

Gotham city,

September, 22, 09

Dark wall keep me enclosed. I'm not allowed to feel the suns burning rage nor see the polluted clouds that hang over Gotham during the day.

Who am I you ask?

Who are you?

Are you a do-gooder?

A criminal?

A bystander?

A victim?

A monster?

I myself am none of the above. I am lonely. For my name is Ace. A-C-E and more times than not I'm called Joker's Ace or his little Ace of spades. And yes you heard me right, Joker's Ace. Because that psychotic madman is my father, while I have no clue who my mother is I'm glad she's not with me, so she's not treated as a pet and only let out of my stupid factory to go out with father and commit various crimes.

"Ace" father called entering my room, "It's time for a walk, get out of bed."

"Yes father…" I said, obediently pushing myself off of my old box spring bed. Pulling a worn hole filled blanket off me I grabbed my dirty purple vest off the bare concrete floor and slipped it over my bare chest. Following father out of the factory I stayed quiet but winced every now and then from stepping on a shattered piece of glass and having it cut or stick in my bare feet.

"Now squirt" Joker said in a not so fatherly way as he roughly pushed his hand down on my head, knotting my hair more than it already was. "This is the first heist you are doing on your own. It's a big step for you and you will finally be able to taste all the freedom and joy I get when I rob a bank or get my hands on a valuable piece of art"

Outside the back entrance of the bank two guards stood watch, the guard on the right of the door stood about six feet tall and was well muscular but not overly buff like captain marvel. The second Guard was female and she was very short compared to her partner. Her hair color seemed to be black but it could have been a dark brown. The female guard was around five foot four and wore the typical security outfit of the Gotham city bank.

"You see anything?" the male guard asked the short female.

"No, but keep your eyes peeled. You don't know what nut job is going to try and steal from the bank."

"True" the male said fixing his baton on his waist, getting ready for a sneak attack. Unfortunately for him, he and his partner were unaware of my presence as I scaled to the roof in a monkey like manner and slid through an open ventilation shaft.

'Man' I thought bitterly to myself as I held a hand over my mouth hoping that it would keep me from inhaling the mass amount of dust that has accumulated in the ventilation duct. 'This place holds most of Gotham's money and they can't pay anyone to clean the vents? Geeze these guys are cheap…'

Every now and then I would make a left or right until I found myself above the vault door with two more guards standing watch. I won't go into detail of what the two guards look like let's just say one guard didn't look the brightest of all people. While the other looked like he was ready to strangle his partner. I waited for a good twenty minutes until one guard started to complain about being hungry. "John I'm hungry" one guard said in a childlike tone

"Shut up Pete" John said in a gruff tone

"But John… I'm hungry…"

"I don't care"

"Can I go out and get something?"

"We are working Pete."

"Yeah John… But I didn't get my lunch break, and I'll have to go to the bathroom soon."

"You know what fine. Pete go and do what you have to but get your ass here back as soon as you're done."

"Okay, thank you John!" with that Pete left his partner to guard the vault as he went off to find food and a bathroom.

"Damn he's an idiot" the guard John muttered to himself

Not even a minute after those words left John's mouth I spoke from my spot in the air vent, "My, that's quite some language you have their sir. You might want to watch that. See I have mainly virgin ears and I don't want them to get more poisoned than they already are."

"Who's there?!" John shouted, reaching for his gun as he scanned the area. Never thinking to look up

Reaching into my vest pocket I grabbed one of my many razor playing cards and quickly sliced the bolts holding the vent cover clean in half. Grabbing the metal grate with my bare hands I silently lift it into the dusty shaft with me and laughed out loud causing John who was already on high alert to tense up.

"Whose there!?" John once again asked, nerves quaking in his voice.

"No one you know" I said using my skills of being a ventriloquist to make my voice sound like it was behind poor old John.

Whipping around John clutched his gun and said, "If you won't tell me who you are, will you tell me why you're here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked my voice growing deeper and getting a demonic tone to it, "Now get batman!" I shouted, my voice full of impatient nerves that I've had to withhold for the past half an hour

"Right!" John cried in fear as he raced away from the vault leaving me to do as a please.

It took me less than a minute to safely drop for the vent and come face to face with the monstrous vault door that stood well over 8 feet tall compared to my small four foot three stature. 'Hmmm… With batman coming I only have about ten minutes before he shows his masked face, so let's see what I can do until then~'

Like I had said Batman had appeared in around roughly ten minutes and in that time I had cracked open the vault door and was pulling my knotted waist length green apple hair back with a gold band I had found. I'm pretty sure it was a bracelet but I didn't really care. I held the majority of my hair out of my face so I could care less of what it originally was.

Sitting against the vaults bare back wall I waited for the dark knight to come confront me, and that he did. The swooshing sound of his cape reached my ears as I brushed my choppy bangs out of my dusty face. "Batsy!" I called happily as the dark knight himself appeared in front of me a perplexed look on his mask covered face.

"Who are you?" Batman asked me his cape wrapping around his body to hide his arms and legs

Jumping off the floor I give Batman a happy and relieved smile, "My names Ace, it's nice to finally meet you batman." Looking at the cape crusader I noticed robin wasn't with Batman and asked, "Where's robin?"

"He's out on patrol, not that I see why that would concern you."

"I was just wondering" I said with puffed out cheeks, "Now that you're here Batsy I have something I need to discus with you."

Batman quirked an eyebrow, "What do we have to discuss, you broke into this vault and I'm going to throw you in jail. It's that simple"

I held my hands up, "Hold it Batsy. As much as I hate to say this I have too. You see Joker… Is my father. If you throw me into a regular jail or even Arkham asylum he'll come and break me out in less than a week."

"What are you trying to say?" batman asked cautiously

"Take me as a 'prisoner'! My father doesn't know where your secret base is, besides I didn't even want to come here, but I figured this was a chance for me to finally be free from my father."

"How so?"

"Well 'father' keeps me locked in an abandoned toy factory and do you see the condition I'm in?!" I snapped angrily at the gigantic bat in front of me, "I'm filthy, my hair needs a huge trim, my clothes have holes in them and I'd be better off eating prison food then what I usually get!" I quickly undid the gold band in my hair and held it out for batman to see, "You see this?! This is the only this I touched in here! I took it because my hair is a pain in the ass and I have yet to find any scissors in 'my factory' to be able to cut my hair!" I took a huge gulp of air, "Batman I would be happy in prison! But my dad would never leave me alone!" Small tears of frustration pricked my lilac colored eyes, "I don't want to go back to him, I'm desperate! Please do something! Throw me in a jail in space, kill me even! Just get me away from that stupid clown!"

*3rd P.O.V.*

Batman stared down at the small green haired boy. The child looked around the age of eleven, a year older than Robin. Batman's gaze traveled over the boy and saw all that he said was true. This boy, Ace looked filthy, his long knotted apple green hair went a couple inches past his waist, and was covered in dust. Ace's skin looked greasy and was unhealthily pale. Batman saw that the boy wore no shoes and that there was both dried and fresh blood smeared on his dirty feet.

As a shirt Ace only wore a large purple vest that most likely belonged to the Joker before, Ace also had on a pair of what used to be mint green scrubs but they were ripped and stopped halfway up his thigh acting like an oversized pair of short-shorts on the skinny boy. Ace's Purple eyes looked tiered and worn almost like he was older mentally than he was physically

'Please Batsy, help me!' Ace thought desperately to himself hoping Batman would be merciful and help him, 'get me away from him!'

"Ace" Batman said in his usual deep and gruff voice, "I'll help you, I'll let you live at the bat cave. But you have to make a promise."

"Really?" Ace asked, hope shimmering in his eyes, "Tell me I'll do anything!"

"You have to not let robin see you in the bat cave and you can't share our secret identity's. Also, Robin does still have to go to school so until then you will stay in your room or until Alfred comes and tells you that you can wonder. Now if you ever betray me or this promise you will feel my wrath." Batman gave me a fierce glare. But I smiled happily and help out my pinky. Batman glanced down at my hand confused, "What are you doing?" he asked his voice almost softening

"I'm making a pinky promise." I gave batman a kind and warm smile, "I never plan on breaking a pinky promise so come on and let's do this. You do want me to keep to my promise right?"

Stiffly batman wrapped his pinky around mine as he saw I wasn't going to pull anything on him. "We have a promise?"

"Totally!" I laughed childishly excited about the fact that I could actually be happy, and may be able to help others like Batman and the justice league does on a daily basis.

*Ace's P.O.V*

"Wow!" I shouted from my spot in the passenger seat in the bat-mobile. Batman had taken me away from the Gotham Bank without much trouble and had taken me to the bat cave. And all I can say is that it was amazing! There was no way to describe the amazing feeling I had racing at high speeds sitting beside Batman, racing towards my freedom.

"Alfred" Batman called, his voice sounding a lot less gruff than it did in the bank, "Can you come here?" The dark knight glanced back at me as I set a foot out of the bat-mobile and winced in pain from the glass stuck in my foot, "And maybe bring some tweezers, bandages, disinfectant and a wheelchair?"

"Why on earth would you need those things master Bruce?"

"Well… We have company."

"Why didn't you inform me earlier? I could have prepared tea for them."

"No," Batman said, "I think he just wants some rest after he gets fixed up."

"Is our guest injured master Bruce?"

"yeah, please hurry."

"I'm on my way"

"Thanks" Batman walked up to me and knelt to my height, "Ace" he said is a non-batman like tone, "My butler, Alfred is going to come down and we'll get that glass out of your feet and make sure you won't get an infections."

"Um batman?" I said nervously glancing down at my feet

"What is it Ace?"

"Thanks…" I blushed lightly bringing color to my deathly pale face, "Thanks for bringing me here and helping me… you… you could have left me and had me taken to jail, but you didn't and I appreciate that. You got me away from my father and I couldn't be more greatful."

"You're welcome Ace" Batman said as he gently placed a hand on my head, and unlike my father he seemed to handle me gently and with care.

"Master Bruce" and elderly man called. Looking to where the voice came from a man in a butler's outfit was wheeling a wheelchair with a first-aid kit thrown over his shoulder, "Shall we fix our guest up?"

"Yes" batman said taking his mask off and picking me up around my waist.

Squeaking in surprise I clung to the unmasked batman for dear life as he brought me over to the man I assumed to be Alfred, "Hello" Alfred greeted me as I was placed in the wheelchair. Glancing up at batman he asked, "Shall we take our guest to a spare bedroom?"

"That'd be good, thank you Alfred." Batman leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Why don't you introduce yourself to Alfred? And have a good night sleep."

"Okay" I nodded to batman, "Thank you once again." with that Alfred took me out of the bat cave and brought me to a gorgeous bedroom with a queen size bed and its own personal bathroom.

"Here we are sir. I do hope this room with suffice for you. Now let's get that glass out of your feet before you get an infection."

"yes… Thank you Alfred… both you and Batman have been so kind to me, I don't know where I would be right now if batman didn't let me come here."

"It's not a problem sir." Alfred gave me a kind simile, "But would you care to tell me your name?"

"Oh right sorry!" I laughed nervously as I rubbed the back of my neck with my dirty hands, "My names Ace, I have no last name so please, just call me Ace"

"As you wish Master Ace"

I puffed out my cheeks but said nothing as Alfred brought me to the bathroom and proceeded to take the shards of glass out of my callused skin and wrap them in clean bandages.

"There, finished master Ace."

I sighed in irritation at the older man, "Alfread I've told you this a hundred times by now! Call me Ace! A-C-E! Not master Ace! It's killing me hearing you say that! Doesn't it annoy you having to be so formal all the time?"

"No necessarily sir, I've done this job most of my life, I've grown accustomed to acting this way."

"Still, don't call me sir or master" I said with puffed out cheeks, "Ace is fine and it's the only name I will accept."

"Of course Ace. Now let's get you to bed, you look exhausted and your feet must be killing you."

"Not really" I muttered more to myself than Alfred as the elder man brought me over to the king sized bed, "I've just grown accustom to pain, it doesn't really affect me all that much anymore…"

"But still" Alfred said as he placed me on the extremely soft bed, " Your health is now in my hands and I want you to be as healthy as possible especially since you haven't been exposed to the many luxuries that Master Bruce and even I have had. So I wish you to have them as well and proper hygiene as well as not being in constant pain is some of the luxuries we have."

"I guess…" I mumbled as Alfred tucked me into bed

"Have a goodnights rest Ace. I will wake you in the morning."

"okay, thank you once again Alfred…" slowly I sunk into the unusually soft bed and let the silence lull me into a peaceful sleep.

*Alfred's P.O.V.*

After Ace fell asleep I walked into the bathroom and started to clean up the blood that Ace had shed as I removed the many shards of glass from his foot.

"Alfred" Master Bruce spoke quietly from the bathroom door.

Turning my head I saw that Master Bruce was in his night clothes, "Yes master Bruce?"

"Ace… He told me that his father was the Joker…"

"Really master Bruce?" I asked in concern, "then why did you willingly take in ace? Couldn't he be a spy?"

"I don't think so Alfred. Did you see the condition he was in? it was painful to see him like that… if only you saw his eyes in the bank, he looked so desperate, so helpless. Alfred, he begged me to take him here. Even if he was a spy, we'd find out sooner or later but my gut tells me there is nothing to worry about."

"Of course master burce, and so you know Master Dick is in bed and sleeping soundly."

"Thank you Alfred"

"It's not a problem sir."

"I'm sure it's not. And could you save a sample of Ace's blood for me?"

"Why would you need that?" I asked, already having an idea of what Bruce Wayne was thinking of

"I just want to make sure what Ace said was true, you know. If the Joker is really his father"

"Right sir," I nodded my head as I continued to clean up the mess in the bathroom

"Thanks again Alfred… I don't know why but I really want to help Ace."

"It's understandable master Bruce." I stood up and faced Bruce, "Ace has had an awful past, an awful father and has been mistreated on many accounts. Though your father never did anything like that to you, you know the feel of having no one and you can sympathize with him."

"You're wrong on one account" Mater Bruce said with a kind smile on his face, "I didn't have no one, I was lucky enough to have you."

"Correct you are Master Bruce. As I am lucky to have you by my side."

Rain started to fall from the polluted skies of Gotham city as the moon was covered by monstrous thunder clouds. The heavy pelts of rain struck those on the streets who had no home or were too drunk to call a cab. Those lucky enough to have a roof over their head were sleeping soundly in their beds unaffected by the pounding tears that fell from the heavens above.

One boy by the name of Ace was sleeping peacefully for the first time in his life. He was saved by Gotham's hero batman and was able to get away from his psychotic father.

Joker's little Ace was finally free from the madness

For now