Hey, guys! Welcome to my first Batman story. I have to admit I'm a huge Joker fan. My Joker will mostly be influenced by Ledger's portrayal but other Joker's (comics, games, Nicholson, etc.) will also have some play into his character. I hope you like it and if you find me getting out of character feel free to tell me, improvement is always possible. And reviews would speed things along and make my life, if it's no trouble. ^_^

I do not own anything besides lovely Lisette.


Crazy by definition means to be deranged, beyond logic and reason, but to her family crazy would be brought down to the inability to be what they wanted him to be. That was what Royce became; he became insane and for that he was thrown away. As if it would be easy to forget he ever even existed in the first place, but Lisette wouldn't have it. She would never forget her baby brother, all alone in that strange place, with those people that really belonged there.

It was her brother that started it all, created Eden. However, Lisette Deadbot did not get the name from her brother, that was given by the people of Gotham. The people who loved her, not just because she'd saved them but because she'd avenged them too. Lisette wasn't like Batman, with all of his morality; she wasn't the hero of her story. And Eden most certainly did not follow Batman's one rule. Killing was easy, all you had to do was get started. Then, well after that, it became what one would consider fun.

When it came down to it her favourite day of the week had to be Wednesday. It was the one day where she gave herself the night off, because well nothing really happened on Wednesday's. The middle of the week seemed to be the 'stay at home movie night' for the majority of criminals in Gotham. So instead of packing on her outfit (which weighed more than she wished it did) the blonde was free to wander the streets in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans, but still armed with a small and lethal knife.

The places she decided to stroll around however wouldn't have been considered pleasant by many. It was the worst part of Gotham, Old Gotham if you will. The buildings here were older and many were tilting, dilapidated shit holes filled with crime and homeless. But there was an energy in the air, a sort of ruleless feeling similar and most like chaos. Lisette found it sort of calming, which is why she chose it over her family's expansive property and fake grass.

These cracked pathways were more her home than the lavish halls of the family manor, which now lay empty except for her. A couple of years ago after her brother's death her family decided to pack up and move away from Gotham to a more 'secure' place like Metropolis. Now don't confuse their leaving with grief, she doubted they thought of either of their other children at all. When it came down to it the only one that mattered to her parents was her brother Clayton.

The tap tap tap of metal on brick however broke her from thoughts of the past and she glanced around the next corner suspiciously. It was easy to slide into her role as Eden as she noticed two strangers. It wasn't uncommon to run into alleyway brawls or small muggings. There were, after all, many different drug addicts in the area or your common desperate folk. However in this case it was different, as the victim in question was on his knees in the back of the alley and the other, a man stalking toward him slamming the pipe into the wall almost playfully. The one approaching wore a long purple trenchcoat and his giggle seemed to fill the air all around them along to dance with the clanging of metal.

The scene stood out from the one's she normally witnessed because of the victim's complete and utter hysteria and his aggressors complete and utter disconnection from the scene. His laughter was out of place and bordering insanity, and that sent a wave of fear down Lisette's spine. Thugs she could handle, the crazies however they were unpredictable and far more dangerous. But as the aggressor approached she shoved away her fear and rounded the corner, shouting out to distract him, "Hey!"

His bent frame turned as he glanced over his shoulder at her with smoldering eyes full of fire. Lisette immediately took a small step back and a small chuckle escaped his lips. Then just as his interest seemed to be captured he turned around dismissively. Raising his arm to bring the weapon down on the cowering man but she wouldn't let him.

That little part that made her Eden rushed forward and ripped the pipe from his unsuspecting grip. And as he turned she caught his eyes flash surprise before the grin appeared again. He tilted his head slightly looking at her. "I don't remember inviting you."

She sneered holding onto the pipe tightly, "What can I say I'm a party crasher." Stepping backward she prepared to swing at him but before she could he approached suddenly putting his face too close to her own. His eyes blazed as a knife appeared in her face the cold metal touching her cheekbone. And his scars suddenly stood out against his skin making Lisette wonder for the briefest moment where he'd gotten them.

"Well..." He placed the weapon against her cheekbone. "Please tell me you at least brought a gift." He giggled jumping back, "Because this boy," Reaching out the man grabbed his victim by the hair and pulled his head back to reveal his throat. "He really needs somethin' to make him smile."

"Let him go." She commanded holding the pipe like a bat. "Now."

The clown laughed some more before the grin suddenly fell off his face and he looked up at her through his hair, "You show up uninvited and now you're telling me what to do?" He pulled the man's head back further until he was whimpering and leaned down to look at him. "What should we do with her? She's being so rude."

The poor guy didn't say anything just stared at her in horror and it gave Eden a sneaking suspicion that the man was innocent in all of this, maybe just a passerby. "I said let him go." She took a step forward and fished the knife out of her pocket.

He tilted his head at her in confusion possibly wondering why she had yet to turn and run. "Why?" Then easily he pulled the man's head back further and gave a little twist. She heard the snap clearly from a few feet away, and watched his body drop. "Oops." The murderer stepped over the body as her expression turned to one of guilt which he seemed to find entertaining as he let out another chuckle.

"You bastard." She whispered regripping her weapons. In the beginning she was only going to knock him out, but now it made him like the others. The one's that die, colour her hands, and end up in that god awful notebook.

He giggled some more before looking her in the eyes. She watched as the amusement turned to boredom and he stepped closer. Then as if deciding he'd had enough he moved faster than she ever expected and felt his warm oily hand grab the side of her face and slam it into the wall to her left. Only to hearing a light laugh as she slipped into the darkness.