Hey, so I changed/ edited stuff in the story and i got lazy so i just reposted all of my chapters, do not be alarmed, everything is normal, oh and sorry if you can't see any of the changes, they are only minor, i just thought they needed putting in to make the story better.
Enjoy!
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"…Three more deaths have been reported last night, the main suspects for this gruesome killing is the Batman or the Joker; who escaped Arkham Asylum earlier this week…"
Bruce sighed and switched off the T.V, closing his eyes, he slouched down into his sofa, 'First the Joker, now this...' he thought.
"Master Bruce?" Bruce's eyes snapped open, Alfred, his butler and oldest friend, was standing in front of him, "Sorry to disturb you, sir, but it's time for dinner."
He blinked, stared at Alfred then gave a little nod.
"Are you alright sir?" He questioned a look of worry in his old eyes.
"Yes, just got a lot on my mind. I'll be there in a moment." He sat up straight, looking down at his hands on his lap.
"Of course, sir." And with that Alfred left for the kitchen leaving Bruce on his own, he rubbed the bridge of his nose then stood up and followed his friend.
Meanwhile at the Narrows in an abandoned apartment, the Joker stood up and kicked an old, dusty box shaped T.V with enough force to crack the screen and knock it over, "AHH! How could those fools think I did that! The poor souls didn't even have, uh, smiles on their faces, heehee, and the Bat he wouldn't even kill a fly let alone do that!" The Joker stopped, panting heavily; he looked down at the now blank T.V screen, "Great, how am I supposed to get another one of those? That was probably an antique…" The Joker paused and a smile appeared on his face, stretching his scars, then he irrupted into a fit of giggles, he held his sides. Once he calmed down he wiped a fake tear off his cheek and rubbed the greasepaint off his finger onto his trousers, the Joker looked around his 'borrowed' apartment, his smile dropped, almost everything was covered in dust (but it's not like there is much anyway); the small table and chair in the corner of the room, the T.V the Joker knocked over and even the mattress on the floor. The place did have a very small kitchen but the Joker already ransacked it for food, even if it was out of date, so he didn't go in it again.
The Joker looked out of the window and up at the setting sun, "Hmmm… by my calculations I think it'ssss… around six… maybe tonight will remind Gotham how I do thi-" Sirens. 'No, they couldn't of found me already, I just got out… I'm not going back!'
Down below the Joker's apartment, two police officers look around the street and the ally ways, "Another fake call, no ones here." One of the officers says; he was tall with dark hair and sunglasses covering his eyes.
"We should go back and tell the Commissioner. Weird, the boy who called sounded really scared; he gave this address and everything, even saying he would be here." The second said. He was younger than the first; short with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Yeah, probably a prank call. Kids these days, think they can get away with things like this."
Both officers started walking back to the car and opened the doors,
"WAIT!"
The officers quickly looked to see a boy, maybe the age of seven, running towards them.
"Are you ok?" The blond officer asked, kneeling down to the boy's level. Looking at his feet, he gave a little nod. "Are you the one who phoned the police?" Again the boy nodded.
"Well, what was it for?" The older officer said, his voice slightly raised.
The young boy flinched and the blond gave his partner a glare, "What's your name, son?"
"Tom, sir." He whispered.
"Ok Tom, can you tell me what's wrong?"
Tom mumbled something under his breath.
"Can you repeat that?" The oldest asked with a softer voice. Tom looked up at him with fear written all over his face.
"I heard the Joker…"
Both the blond and the brunette looked shocked, "W-what?" Hoping they both mis-heard the boy due to his small voice.
"The Joker…I heard him laughing," Tom said a little louder, while a shake rattled his body, he rapped his arms around himself as if it would make the horrid laughter go away.
"Where did it come from?" The oldest said as his partner was frozen with shock.
"Up there." Tom looked and pointed up to a top floor window of a building to the left of him. His face paled and a sharp gasp escaped from his mouth. Both officers followed his finger and a look of pure astonishment and horror plastered itself onto there faces.
"We found the Joker! We need back up!" The brunette almost shouted into the radio on his bullet-proof vest while the other turned back to the boy only to find out he was gone.