[This is my first real fanfiction, so sorry if it sucks. I would appreciate any reviews, so I can know what to fix about it. Thanks!]

Gotham has been pretty quiet for a few years. Other than a few robberies, a murder homicide maybe once a year, but no mystery. There weren't any issues. And then she came along, and started everything over again.

"Alright, everybody, give my boys the money and no one gets hurt." It was the third robbery the young woman had been a part of that week. She was good at it. "If someone decides to be brave though, the toddler gets it. Here me?" She had her hand on a little girl's shoulder, and she had a gun against her head.

No one dared move a muscle, unless they were putting money in one of the bags that the men were carrying. It was very quick, the whole robbery was over in less than ten minutes. But so many clean cut robberies got people thinking.

It got the bad guys back in business, because they realized that Batman was gone, and the cops were obviously failing. It only took a matter of months before Gotham was in full swing again, everyone was back. Two-Face, The Riddler, Clayface, everyone. They were back. All but the amazing ringleader of it all, the man himself, The Joker. He had supposedly died, which is when everyone else stopped. Of course, it didn't mean he was actually dead.

The Joker never really died, just like the Batman never really retired. They were both just waiting, one waiting for the chance to cause chaos, the other waiting for the world to go to hell again. It wasn't a surprise to either of them when what they wanted happened. It was Gotham, after all.

He silently a watched a few times, from other buildings, using binoculars. He wanted to know the way she operated; he wanted to get himself in. He didn't want her to realize that he was sabotaging her plan. He knew that she could never do anything to him if he were to be caught, but things would just be easier if she didn't know. He made a list, a list of things the robber always did before he could do his thing.

"Ya know, I always wondered about things when I was a kid." A gunshot into the ceiling, only to get attention. "Listen up, you fuckers! I'm trying to tell a story!"

Attention seeking gunshot. Likes to make a show instead of going in quietly.

"Now, I was always a great kid." She turned around, looking at everyone in the bank. Her men had already come in, but they weren't taking money yet. She looked sad as she told her story. "But I never had all the nice things everyone else did… They had pretty bikes with all the bells and whistles. Baskets and tassels on the handlebars. I had a rusty thing with flat tires. The girls always had little pink ribbons in their hair, I had piece of cloth that I tore from a shirt that was too small for me."

Sob Story. What person couldn't feel sorry for her after her ridiculous stories?

"I hated those sweet little girls with the sparkles and the pink and the ribbons." She looked around at all the people in the room, and found her target. A little girl crying beside her mother. She looked about six years old. The robber quickly went and grabbed the child, pulling her away from her mother and pressing the barrel of the pistol against the kid's head. "Give everything you got to my boys and this little bundle of joy will get to live."

Threaten a youngster, a girl to be exact.

The Joker watched quietly from the groups of people, he was able to blend in by concealing himself under a coat and a hat, and staying in the shadows. Now, however, that was done. It was time ti get involved. He quickly shed his coat and hat, revealing his purple suit and green hair. He didn't have a little handgun like the other villain, no. He had a shotgun, which he repeatedly shot in the air as he approached the young woman. "Shows over, sweetheart, I'll be taking the money."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She pushed the child away, and faced the Joker. "You can't be serious here. I earned the fucking money, this is my gig. I'm not going to let a Joker imposter take it away from me.

"For once, I actually am serious." His red lips spread into a wide grin. "I'm not an imposter, and, oh yeah, if you try to stop me, I'll kill all of your men, and every last person in this building." He opened his suit jacket, revealing several bombs, all rigged to one string, that he could pull very easily.

"Why would I care if any of those people die?"

"Darling, if every last person in this building dies, don't you think that includes me and you?" He continued smiling, and looked around the room. "Now, everyone! You're under new command. Here's what's going to happen, my gang is going to come in here, and kill all of you. It won't hurt though, they've got good aim."

"You can't kill all of them, you fucking psychopath." The robber shook her head, and gripped her gun a little tighter, ready to protect herself against shooters.

"Watch me." He snapped his fingers, and about twenty men carrying guns and wearing clown masks entered the building. "Shoot everyone that isn't one of us… That includes the men with the money, kill them and take it. Just don't hurt our new associate."

"Hey, no, you can't kill my guys!" She took a few steps forward, only to have the shotgun pointed at her.

"Ah, ah, ah." The Joker shook his head and tutted the girl. "Like I said, you try to stop me, we all go down. So you can stop right now."

And then the gunshots started. The room was filled with screaming and panic.

"Don't you people know how to act in a shooting?" The Joker sighed. "Now you see, my little robber, this is what you don't do if someone is trying to shoot you. You don't run around like these idiots. If you run, the shooter can't get a good aim, and you're going to have to get shot multiple times before you actually die. It takes longer and it is much more painful."

"Your little robber?" She shook her head again, more upset by the fact that the Joker had claimed her than she was about anything else. "Since when do I belong to you?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot." The Joker lowered his gun and got uncomfortably close to the robber. "I'm taking you, along with the money. You're going to work for me from now on, I don't care if you want to or not. You're mine now, and that's that." He smiled again, laughing a bit with it.

The screams seemed to have quieted down. The robber looked around to realize that everyone in the room was dead, except the clown masks, herself, and the Joker. "That was quick."

"My boys have good handiwork." The Joker shrugged. "It really isn't that big of a deal, we've done much worse, killed much bigger crowds."

"I'm sure you have." She nodded and took another look around. She'd never seen so many corpses, and now she was wishing she hadn't. She felt sick. "How can you kill so many people and not feel guilty?"

"What can I say?" The Joker laughed maniacally, he seemed to be glowing after the massacre.

"Boss! We got a live one over here, a kid." One of the masks was holding a little blonde girl by the arm. A little girl with pink ribbons in her hair. The one robber had threatened to kill.

"Kill her." The Joker said simply.

"No, wait, I'll do it." Robber looked to the Joker for approval, she was quite afraid to do something without his permission at the moment.

"Fine. Let our friend do it." The Joker wasn't sure what the robber was up to, but he knew that it ought to be good. "Go put the money away. I'll stay here and supervise her."

The robber slowly walked over the the child, and knelt in front of her. "Honey, I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to have to kill you."

"No, please, my daddy is at home…" The little girl shook her head, tears were running down her cheeks.

"Shhh, look, it won't be bad. You'll get to go be with your mommy." The robber put hr hand over the little girl's cheek. "Sweetie, what's your name?"

"Roxxy."

"Well, Roxxy, I'm going to make this really easy, ok?" The robber waited for Roxxy to respond before doing anything else.

"Yeah."

"I'm going to fix your ribbons, so you can look really pretty, and then I'm going to count to three, and I'll give you a little shot. It won't hurt, but you'll feel really tired. And then you'll go to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll be with your mommy, and she'll see your pretty ribbons." The robber carefully began doing what she said she was going to do. She retied the ribbons in the little girl's hair. She made them even, in perfect little bows.

"Why did you do bad things?" Roxxy asked quietly.

"When I was your age, some very bad things happened to me. My daddy, he didn't love me. He liked to hit me, or burn me, or cut me. I was always hurt, and it changed the way my head works. And then when I was a little bit older, I wanted pretty ribbons, just like yours. But my parents couldn't afford to buy me pretty ribbons, so I didn't get anything nice. I got hit every time I asked for them." Robber sighed and sat down in front of the girl. "When bad things happen to people, the people become bad. That's why I have to kill you, something very bad happened to you today, and I don't want you being lime me when you're my age."

"Why did your daddy hit you?"

"I don't know."

"Oh."

"Yeah." The robber nodded, and took a syringe from her pocket. She removed the cap, and smiled weakly. "Okay baby, here's the hard part. You have to promise me you won't cry, because if you cry this is going to be a lot harder for both of his."

The Joker watched, he was amused, but also slightly confused. He could tell how hard it was for his new employee to kill the kid. To kill the kid she had already had a gun pointed at.

"I won't cry, I promise." Roxxy nodded, and looked at the needle.

The robber pressed the needle against Roxxy's skin. "One, two, three." She quickly poked the needle through, pressing down the plunger, and pulling the syringe out. "All done."

"Am I going to die now?"

"Well, you're going to go to sleep first, it won't hurt at all, I promise." The robber was fighting tears herself. She had difficulty killing one little girl, yet the man behind her had killed the entire bank. "Are you feeling tired?"

"Yeah, I just got sleepy." Roxxy nodded, there was fear in her little blue eyes. "I don't want to die."

"No one does, baby doll." The robber pulled the little girl towards her, and stood up with the child in her arms. "It's going to be okay though, I promise. Just close your eyes."