Disclaimer: The characters here do not belong to me, if they did I would've tried to get the show renewed.
Note: Okay so I was watching this show from beginning to end the other day between my guard shifts. It'd been awhile since I saw it, and when I found the DVD set I picked it up. Then I remembered the show was actually pretty good. Anywho while I was sitting on a turret for like an hour and half this story came to my head, so I decided to write it, and this is my first foray into this fandom. Anywho several familiar faces from the DC universe are scheduled to make an appearance here, most are going to be suprises. Sure they'll have my spin on them, but hey that's the fun isn't it. Okay enough talking, I'll shut up now, hope you enjoy.
Opening
There once was a rivalry of which legends are made. One, Old Gotham's protector, the other a complete psychopath and would-be ruler of it's criminal underworld. The Batman and the Joker. Their rivalry soon lead to others being caught in the crossfire between them.
One day both seemed to disappear without a trace, an earthquake destroyed all of Gotham and after the devastation left the ruins of an old city, and the foundations of a new. Many claimed the Batman was a myth, but those who knew better thought that the disaster ended one, if not both of the lives of Gotham's most notorious.
Now in New Gotham, three new heroes prowl the streets, one the daughter of the Batman, one his former Protege, and the third the teenaged daughter of the Black Canary. Together these three have protected the city from countless new threats. Together these three have saved countless lives. They are the protectors of New Gotham, they are the Birds of Prey.
Yet a new threat, or more accurately an old threat is about to surface itself. Someone long thought gone will make his triumphant return, a return that will send New Gotham to it's knees. A threat dressed in purple and green...
"Hello New Gotham. Daddy has returned. Ahahahahahahaha"
The Joke's on You
"Oracle, it's Dinah. The east end of the city is all quiet. Looks like an early night," a young girl, 17, blonde hair dressed in a black, speaks through the communicator around her neck.
"You sound disappointed," an unseen voice replies, the voice of someone once known as Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, now known as Oracle.
"Well it's not every night I get to patrol by myself. So much for..." Dinah stopped mid-sentence as she heard a scream from nearby. "Maybe I spoke too soon, gotta go. I'll get back to you."
Quickly Dinah ran down the dark street following the noise, her black duster flowing in the wind behind her. She smiled to herself.
The source of the scream soon showed itself. A girl, Dinah's age, stood cornered by two very large, very oddly dressed men.
"What? Is the circus in town and no one thougt to tell me. I'm hurt," Dinah said catching the two men by suprise. Both looked her direction and started to laugh.
"Curly, you take care of the vampire wannabe. I'll keep an eye on this one." one of the thugs told the other.
"Will do Moe," the other thug said as he turned towards Dinah.
"Moe? Curly? You've got to be kidding me, all we're missing is Larry and the whole gang would be here," Dinah's voice showed no sign of fear.
The cornered girl pulled herself closer to the wall she was backed against, all the time trying to see who had just showed herself.
"You're funny kid," it was the thug who was approaching her, apparently his name was Curly.
"Did a guy dressed like a clown just call me funny? Wow, I must be good... You probably don't want to come any closer, or you'll regret it."
"Har har, kid I'm gonna love thi.." Curly came at her, but soon found himself thrown against a wall by an unseen force. He tried to shake it off as he stood again, "What the hell was tha..." the force hit him again, this time throwing him so hard against the wall that he left an imprint in the bricks, before sliding to the ground unconcious.
The other thug took his attention away from the girl he had grabbed. His jaw dropped when he saw what had happened to his partner. "You're one of thos Meta-freaks aintcha." He ran at Dinah, but before he could lay a hand on her she did a quick quick back flip, kicking him in the jaw.
Moe grabbed his jaw as he fumed, "You are so dead!"
He tried to grab for Dinah again. He landed a punch, albeit a weak one to her left shoulder. Dinah quickly shook off the pain as she placed a firm fist directly in her opponents gut.
He coughed and swung again. Missing as Dinah ducked it, an uppercut placed him on his ass. Moe didn't recover from this one, as he sat dazed Dinah made her way towards the girl who had been cornered. Though when she saw the face more clearly she paused.
The girl was Dinah's age, with shoulder-length curly, dirty-blonde hair. Someone Dinah knew from not just her school, but her class as well. It was her friend Gwen. Making sure she was out of sight Dinah asked if she was okay. Gwen simply nodded.
"Did you know those clowns?" Dinah asked.
Gwen spoke uneasily at first, "No, no idea. H-How did you do that stuff?"
"Part of the job."
"Right...right... Who are you?" Gwen was squinting trying to get a cleared image of her rescuer.
"Di...I mean...Canary, Black Canary." Dinah said uneasily.
"You sure about that?" Gwen stepped closer.
A cat screaching somewhere to the left caught Gwen's attention for a split second, causing her to look away briefly. When she turned back towards the person calling herself Black Canary, Gwen was suprised to see she had disappeared, "Damn..."
Dinah made her way down the street as quick as she could. She couldn't risk being noticed by one of her classmates.
Oracle came over the communicator, "Black Canary? Since when did you decide to get your own alias?"
"That girl was in my class, I so couldn't let her catch onto who I was. So I said the first name that came to mind."
"Okay then...Canary, also did you say that those guys, Moe and Curly, were dressed like clowns?"
"Yeah, really huge and not-to-funny clowns. The thugs in town really are getting odder. Huh?"
"..."
"Oracle? You there?"
"Yeah, sorry I'm here. See you when you get in."
Dinah made her way back to the Clock Tower without any incident. Arriving around midnight. As she entered she found Barbara Gordon, aka Oracle, and Helena Kyle, aka Huntress waiting on her. Both with an odd look of concern on their faces.
"Did I miss something. You two look like someone died or something...no one is dead are they?" Dinah asked uncertainly.
"Not yet. An odd call just came through to the police department. Reese thought it sounded suspicious so he sent us a copy." Helena said, "and needless to say it could be cause of worry."
"Since when are odd phone calls worry worthy?" Dinah looked at her partners.
Oracle said nothing as she turned towards her computer screen. She pressed play, as a shrill and maniacal voice played through the speakers.
"Hello coppers, I hate to steal a gimmick from an old colleague, but I have a riddle for you. What's white and green and supposedly dead, but instead is alive and looking to take you all by storm. Okay I know it's not a very good riddle, but I'm more of a joker and less of a riddler...Give up? Screw it, I'll tell you. The answer is me, and the joke is one you. Ahahahahahahaha."
"What was that?" Dinah asked Barbara.
"That was something I never hoped to hear again. That was none other than Gotham's greatest criminal mastermind. The Joker." Helena answered the question.
"The Joker? I thought he was dead...are you sure that was him?"
"The vocal renderings were completely identical, and unless there's someone out there with an identical voice then that was him." Barbara said.
Dinah shook here head, "So what does that mean exactly?"
Oracle moved her chair closed to Dinah, "It means we're in a lot of trouble."
An abandoned warehouse near the remnants of Old Gotham
"So my dear, do you think we got their attention?" the pasty faced psycho asked as he straightened the jacket he was wearing, the tweaked the flower attached to it's lapel.
"Mr. J, they'll never stand a chance," a woman dressed in red and black said smiling.
"You did good my dear Harley." Mr. J touched the woman's chin.
A large smile crossed the woman's face.
Moments later two large, hulking men staggered through the door. Moe and Curly.
"I see my two stooges are back. So how went the terrorization?"
"Not to good boss, a girl dressed in black showed up and interfered. She was one of those Meta-freaks, threw Curly against the wall without even touching him." Moe said.
"Really? Is that so? A little girl kicked your bottoms, needless to say I'm less than pleased." Mr. J shook his head in disapproval.
"Mr. J, I know who she was. She and her little crime-fighting team have been a constant pain in my side for a while now." Harley said.
"How fun...vigilantes I can't wait. This Joker's wild and he's ready to do some butt-whooping."
Wayne Manor
The phone was ringing off the hook as Alfred Pennyworth answered, "You don't say? This isn't good at all...Yes...Yes...I'll let let Master Bruce know, and Barbara do be careful."
TBC
