Court Jester
After three rides in the cargo area of a plane, two stowaways underneath a car and a mile walk, he was finally there. Jump City, where he would prove his worth to his mentor by defeating Robin and the Teen Titans. Court Jester looked up at Titans Tower, the magnificent building glistening in the sunlight.
"Gee, wonder who lives there."
He said to no one in particular.
"What does the T stand for, I wonder? Tall dark and handsome? Tattletale? The people about to spend the rest of their short life in agonizing pain? Who knows, I guess I'll ask 'em when I get the chance." He laughs maniacally.
The Teen Titans are calmly enjoying a day with no crime, a rare occurrence. Beast Boy and Cyborg are playing video games, Robin is sitting on the couch with his arm around Starfire. Raven sits in the corner, reading. Little do they know that they are being watched, watched by the very security cameras they installed to be safe. Court Jester sits at a computer desktop, behind him the dead bodies of the security guards and technology supervisors of Glamco security systems, their mouths carved into the maniacal smile that plagued all that fall victim to the knife of Court Jester. He hacked into the frequency of Titan Towers cameras, and was carefully watching them. His eyes fall on Starfire, the red-headed alien exchanging passionate kisses with Robin periodically.
"So, this is who you care about? This is your family? Not bad, not bad. Now I must test your abilities."
He says once again to no one in particular. He looks at the rewired control panel and finds the one that he labeled 'Help'. He pushed it, and he knew that hundreds of miles away, in Gotham city, a phone was ringing.
The Joker sits on his throne in Gotham, the landline phone at his desk ringing.
"Oh, Harley dear! Bring me the phone, sugar pop."
"Anything for you, Mr. J!" She cartwheels to the phone, and hands it to the Joker.
"Good girl. Now go, back to your duties!" Harlequin pouts, but returns to where she was at. A man is gagged and tied to a chair. She drags him into a room as she utters the last words he would hear as a sane man.
"Lookie here, no one screws Mr. J except me, so now you're gonna get what's coming to you." A muffled scream is heard before she closes the door. The Joker answers the phone.
"Hello, this is Dominos pizza, what can I get ya, hehe. How are things going? I take it you made it there all right? Good good. What's that, MY help? Well I'm flattered you came to me, haha! What? 500, really? Why would you need that many-Oh, clever boy, I've taught you well! Oh, and I'm sending a care package to you with them. I'm sure you'll enjoy it's contents, as well as the extra prisoners I'm sending you. Well, good luck ma boy! Make me proud, or else. Only kidding, hahaha! Or am I?" The Joker hangs up and calls his contacts at blackgate prison.
"Hello, I'd like to make a transfer. Of course it's me, you idiot. Now, I want 500 of your nastiest, meanest, and most brutal transferred to Jump City correctional facility, in Jump City, California, as well as the 50 hottest female prisoners you got in your Juvenile facility. Oh and, uh, send a package with them."
A siren blares throughout Titans Tower.
"Titans, trouble!" Robin bellows to his teammates. They move out to the source of the distress-Jump City Correctional Facility. As they rushed out to solve the problem, Court Jester watched them from his lair, laughing hysterically at the distress call he triggered on purpose, 30 minutes after the actual break-out. He gets up from his chair and walks out on the balcony overlooking the courtyard. 500 of jokers goons stood, rowdy and loud. The other prisoners Joker sent him were off to the side, meant to be his servants, and do anything he wanted. Anything at all.
"Attention!" He shouted.
"Now, many of you know the self-named Clown Prince of Crime and all around great guy known as the Joker. Well, I guess you could call me his apprentice. And I'm here on a very important mission-to eliminate the Teen Titans. And more specifically, Robin. Now, you have been moved here by my mentor to assist me with that goal, and I expect you all to treat me with the same respect you give him. Or else."
"Or else what, you stupid kid!" A protestor in the back shouts. Jester holds up his hand to silence him, then throws his knife. It sails the 30 yards across the courtyard and hits him right between the eyes.
"Anyone else feel like protesting? No? That's what I thought. Now, please proceed to your left to receive your clown makeup from the lovely young ladies down there. Wouldn't want you confused with the everyday urban things, now would we? Oh and, keep your hands off the goods, boys. They're all mine." He turns and goes back into his lair. A few minutes later, two thugs carry a colorful present box into the room.
"Uh, sir, we had orders to deliver this to you."
"That's fine just put it there. And please, call me Jester."
He walks over once the thugs leave and examines the contents of the box. The first thing in there is a couple copies of Playboy magazine, with all of the models wearing a penned-in maniacal smile. There is a note attached.
"For those lonely nights. Even prettied em up just how you like em. Oh, and feel free to use those extra surprises I sent you." Jester smiled. Joker sure knew him. He set them aside and dug deeper. Next was a few canisters of Joker Toxin and Scarecrow Fear Gas, with an attached note: "Use with discretion. Aww, hell. Use it however the fuck you want." He removed those and placed them beside him. Underneath those were about 200 joker teeth, chattering blabbermouths that moved on their own, with attached note: "Make some kind of use with them. I can't do shit with them." Beneath that, a carefully folded suit, identical to the Jokers except red and blue instead of purple and green, complete with acid spitting lapel flower, with attached note: "Gotta look your best for when you destroy a city, just like I taught you. Should make you look tip top."
And below that, more deadly party-gag themed weapons. He decided to try on the suit.
"Hey, numbers 15 and 47!" He called to two girls who were unoccupied.
"Come help me change." He grinned even wider than normal as the girls gulped.
The Teen Titans were standing around the empty prison, looking bored. They had shown up and the place had been swarming with police, 500 prisoners gone. Robin was chatting with the chief of police.
"How dangerous are the escaped convicts?"
"Well, we don't know. They just transferred here from Blackgate."
"Wait, isn't Blackgate in Gotham?"
"Yeah. Fire destroyed their cells. They were moved here cause of some paperwork mix-up."
Robin tried to piece it together, but couldn't.
"Did you find anything left behind? Anything that might help us?"
"Well, just this." The police chief holds up a disk with the message: "To Bat-brat. Or Bird-brain, whichever you hate the most."
"I'm assuming whoever did this is after you."
"Yeah. I think they are." He took the disk from the chief. Bat-brat? Only one person called him that, but no, he was all the way in Gotham, fighting Bruce. There's no way he could be here.
"Titans, back to the tower. I need to think this through."
