AN: It was not long before I decided to do another story, huh? Okay, if you read the ending of Darkest of Knights: Arkham Asylum, you know that someone 'died' at the end of the story. Well, if you read this story, you are going to see, well I am not going to spoil it right now, so let's continue, shall we?

Chapter One: The Dragon of Fire

Things were not the same.

Things were not the same, nor were they ever going to be. Even after all of the time that has passed, the pain was still there, all fresh and new. Jeff sat there in his seat, just staring at the autopsy report in front of him. The name of the victim? Michael Harris, his nephew. From what he read, there was little to go on. Hell, if you saw the state of Michael's body, 'little to go on' was being very generous. Michael was identified by a single hair at the scene. It was attached to the skull, which oddly enough was the thing that survived the 'cremation' of Michael's body. Jeff sat there, running a hand through his hair. Michael literally came into their lives, well, by surprise. Lori Ann, his mother, left Missouri, and went to Gotham City. Then about a year later, she returned with Michael in her arms. That took Jeff, Lori Ann's younger brother, by surprise. He loved him regardless, though.

Jeff wanted to cry, but he really couldn't. Everybody was crying. Melody was on the edge of a breakdown, and Charles felt as though this was his fault, which Christian said it was. Christian himself was shocked, and he had no idea how he was going to react to the news of Michael being dead.

The funeral? Well, that was a whole different can of worms right there. Marie, the oldest of the three, came out to the funeral, and she was a wall of emotion. By a wall, I mean that she showed no emotion as she walked up to the urn, and placed a kiss on the picture that they had of Michael.

As he was thinking about the funeral a few days earlier, Jeff had a shocking thought.

Joker was not going to let this go, nor should he. He was going to make a play, that was not even a question. WHEN was the question.

"Jeff?" Christian said silently, standing at the door of his office.

"Yeah?" Jeff answered, turning to face his nephew.

"Uh, Melody wants to know if she can stay out here for a while." Christian asked. Jeff knew that the friction between Melody and Charles was something that could not be ignored, and it wasn't. Melody blamed Charles for being sent out to Arkham, which she was right. If Charles did any research about Arkham, he would have known that sending Michael out there was a horrible decision. Too late for that now, right?"

"Fine." Jeff said, turning back to his desk. Jeff did not even have to turn his head back to his door to know that Christian was there, and that he had a question for him.

"Anything else?" Jeff asked Christian.

"Yeah, that body that they found, that was Michael, right?" Christian asked him. Jeff sighed loudly, and turned to look at Christian.

"Ever since you have been living with me, I made one promise to you. I would never lie to you." Jeff said.

"Okay?" Christian replied in an unsure tone.

"I would be lying if I said I knew for sure." Jeff said. "I am not saying yes. I am not saying no. What I am saying is, is that I don't know."

"Really? What makes you so unsure?" Christian asked him.

"Honestly? The body itself." Jeff said. "I have seen some horrific crime scenes, but I called bullshit the minute I saw this crime scene. The skull is the only body part that survived the fire. Then there is the hair. The ONLY hair that had any DNA was from Michael."

"Jesus." Christian whistled.

"That's not all. I am willing to bet this house that the Joker knows what happened to Michael, and he did not take it well." Jeff said. "He is going to try something. I don't know what or where, but he will be ready for this."

"What is going to happen?" Christian asked him. "You know, to everybody?"

"I have no idea. I have no idea." Jeff said.


Later that night, Christian went into the living room of his home, and saw Melody sound asleep on the couch. Her cheeks were stained with tears, because she really missed Michael, Christian thought. Christian did not want to disturb her, so he turned and went back to his bedroom.

"I'm not sleep." Melody said, sitting up.

"I figured that you weren't." Christian said, turning back around to face her. "I take it that you are going to be here awhile."

"I really can't stay with him right now. Not after what happened to Michael." Melody said sadly. Christian nodded in agreement, or understanding. He knew that there was some unspoken friction between Charles and Melody, because Melody of course blames this death on Charles, that being because Charles put Michael in Arkham in an attempt for Michael to get help because Michael attempted suicide.

"I was wondering something though. How are you getting along with Miley and her friends?" Christian asked.

"We don't." Melody said bluntly.

"That makes sense." Christian said.

"She's the cunt that set all of this in motion." Melody said. "Oliver and Lilly knew what she did and chose not to tell us about it. I had to learn about this from you."

"You know, something might happen to them in the future, right?" Christian said. "Don't get it twisted, I am not wishing death on anybody, but maybe it is best to leave it alone, because someone might take care of our problems for us."

"Like the Joker? That is who you are talking about, right?" Melody asked him.

"Not exactly, but I really can't say no to that, can I?" Christian asked, shrugging his shoulders.


Harley Quinn sat near the Joker, who seemed to be literally on the edge of insanity. He had a wide range of emotions that ran through his body. He felt bad, hell both he and Harley both, they were mad that they were not able to go to Michael's funeral, but Joker made a promise, that those responsible were going to pay for what happened to Michael. No question about it, but the question was when they were going to strike.

"Mistah J, I was wondering, when are we gonna go after Miley or Travis?" Harley asked nervously.

"Not for a long time." Joker answered.

"Why not?" Harley asked him.

"It's simple really." Joker said, turning to face her. "The first chance to strike is the worst time to strike. I got caught numerous times because I did not follow that little tidbit advice. Also, my dear, we are fugitives, and Batbrain isn't going to stop looking for us, at all. Time is our big ally here. Most likely, the more time we wait, the more that those we are after are going to let down their guard, and we will be free to do what we are going to do to our enemies."

"So we just wait then?" Harley Quinn asked him.

"I say so. We just wait." Joker said.


It was late at night, and Miley could not sleep. Of course she couldn't, you know? She was somewhat at fault for what happened to Michael, and his suicide attempt that lead him to be placed in Arkham in the first place. Their relationship was built on lies in the first place. Michael really did grow to love her, but she was sleeping with Travis the whole time that she was with Michael. Ironically, Michael was not even interested in Miley at first, because she had to get Melody to get Michael to go out with her. Soon enough after their first few dates, they became inseperable. Of course that is about the time Travis came back into her life and she began to date him as well. Once she came clean about what she did and broke it off with Michael, that is when all hell broke loose.

She slid out of her bed, and walked to the bedroom window. She stared out of it at the starry sky, and let a sigh escape her lips. This really was bad. She was happy with Travis, but Michael's friends and family were less than happy with her. She knew that there was going to be major backlash for what she did and how she did it to Michael, but what can she do?

She considered ending her relationship with Travis because of what might happen to them seeing how they are together at the expense of Michael's life. This was not going to end well, because she could just feel something about to happen to her or her friends.


WAYNE MANOR, GOTHAM CITY

David Falcone was at the gate to see his friend Bruce. He had some business to discuss with him, but it was not all pleasure, as if it ever was when he came out here. David was buzzed in, and drove his car to park near the entrance. David got out and walked to the front door. It was not long before a familiar older man answered the door.

"Hello Alfred, is the boss in?" David asked.

"Of course. He is in the study. Want me to lead you there?" Alfred asked him.

"No thank you. I know the way." David said, giving the older man a hug before he headed down a long hall and down some steps before he found the study, and there he found Bruce Wayne sitting down, staring at the fire that was going.

"Bruce." David said, making himself known.

"David, good to see you. I take it that you have something that needed to tell me?" Bruce said. David nodded, and took an empty seat next to Bruce.

"I found out that the Joker was engaged to Lori Ann Harris, Michael's mother shortly before her disappearance." David said. Bruce looked at David quizzically.

"Really? What else did you figure out?" Bruce asked him.

"Michael heading to Arkham? Harley Quinn tricked his brother into sending him out there." David said. "Maybe that is why when Joker broke out, he brought Michael with him."

"I feel bad, but why do I get the feeling that you did not come out here just to tell me that?" Bruce said.

David took a deep breath, and then spoke his mind.

"Alex is really nervous about Scarecrow being loose." David said. "I had to drop her off at the Police station before I came out here. You know what he did to us a few years ago."

"Yeah, I was there. You came out of it alright." Bruce said. "So, what is up?"

"Alex is being sent out to California to interview Jeff Harris, the detective on the case of Michael Harris. I am going with her, due to the fact that she won't so much as take out the trash on her own anymore." David said.

"If you are asking if Batman will be there, he will be." Bruce said. "I am looking forward to looking into some friends of mine..."


Joker sat there, casually twirling the 9mm in his right hand. He hated waiting, but with what he had in store, he knew that time was all he had. The more time passed, he knew that Miley and her friends and family were getting comfortable, knowing that things were getting back to normal. That was not the case. For those in the dark, best example being the Joker and Harley Quinn here, it was obvious that something more sinister was at work here.

That 'something more sinister' was NOT the Joker here. Joker got wind that someone else was after Miley and her friends and family. He had no idea who these people were, but he knew that these were some bad men, or women he did not know at this point, that they were dealing with.

This was bad for him. How? These unknown people might force them to act before he was ready to. Of course, they might be able to solve his problem for him, killing Miley and Travis right? No, that will not be good, because he is the one that should take out those sons of bitches himself.

Again, instead of worrying about what he was going to do, he continued to do what he was going to do. He was going to sat there, and wait for the time to strike. Of course he was going to keep his ear to the ground just in case something was going to happen in the near future.

Joker had no idea that was going to be this soon...


Travis was walking to his car when he noticed someone sitting on the hood of the car. He wasn't sitting per se, more like laying on the hood. The guy looked Japanese and just about his age, wearing a red t-shirt with a black insignia on it, and black baggy jeans.

"Can I help you?" Travis asked him.

"Yeah. You're Travis right?" The teen asked.

"Yeah. Can I help you?" Travis asked in an impatient tone of voice.

"Wow, a home wrecker and he has the nerve to get impatient with me." The teen said, sliding off the car.

"Well, you are on my property causing me an inconvience. How would you react?" Travis snapped.

"Okay, maybe I should just take my leave." The teen said, sliding off of the car. "Oh, but before I go, you should know something."

"What is it?" Travis asked.

"This is for Michael." He took out a pistol, and shot out one of the tires on Travis's car.

"The Four Dragons are coming for you." The kid said. Travis looked up, and the kid was gone. Travis stared at the flat tire on his car, and somehow he knew this was going to get a lot worse before it got better...


AN: The next chapter will be up sooner or later. So thanks for reading!