Chapter 1

It was his entire fault. It was batman that ruined everything.

All Patrick saw were flames coming at him and his rats from the pit below.

"NO!" Patrick screamed. He and his rats turned and ran in the opposite direction.

Patrick just barely escaped the explosion by sliding down a hidden tunnel under the compound that he no longer called home.

He slid down further and further until he splashed down in a pool of sewer water. He gasped as he broke the surface of the water, inhaling the sweet air.

He made his way to the edge of the pool, pulling his soaking body from the water. He collapsed while catching his breath. Everything he worked for was now gone; his home, his collection, his pet rats, and his dignity.

He clenched his paw/fist tight in his hand, so tight that he started to bleed. He looked at the blood and smiled. He wanted her blood.

"That bitch," he mumbled while sitting up. He had excellent timing to get away from the blast. None of his clothes or skin had been burned.

Patrick stood up and began his descent to the street above.

All he wanted to do was to give Dana a home and a friend that wouldn't abandon her in her time of need, but no. She had to try to escape. Then she pushed him over the edge by calling him a head case. That was the last straw. He was about to teach her a lesson, just like he did with the others he took, but then he was kicked hard from behind. It was the flying rat himself, Batman. He came to rescue the damsel in distress.

Patrick climbed higher and higher despite his wet clothes weighing him down, he pushed on.

He heard the sounds of the city getting closer and closer.

"Finally," he whispered trying not to attract attention to himself.

He peeked out of a pothole and saw the dark city of Gotham staring back at him.

He climbed out of a pothole in an alley. It was awhile since he hit the streets of Gotham.

Last time he was above ground, he was getting the chili for Dana and look how that turned out.

Patrick put his head down so his hat covered his face. He stayed within the shadows of the alley until the coast was clear.

He emerged onto the street passing by all sorts of people of all shape and size.

Most of them moved out of the way, thinking he was a hobo or some lost kid.

Patrick was walking by in a slow motion when the news on a local TV shop caught his eye. On the bottom of the screen was a headline entitled "GIRL SURVIVES EXPLOSION IN SEWER"

It was a live feed and Patrick stopped to watch in fascination.

The news woman was talking about Dana and Batman surviving the fire and what had happened down there.

Dana gave no comment while Terry was escorting her home.

He glared at the screen, clenching his teeth in anger.

"You're mine you traitor," whispered Patrick.

He knew Dana Tan very well, he knew where she went to school and he knew where she lived too.

It wasn't the perfect time to stop by to say hello. Patrick kept walking and walking. By this time he was shaking and might have caught a cold.

It was in the middle of the night. The full moon was shining its magical light on the city. Patrick looked up and down the street gathering his surroundings; he was now in the bad part of Gotham. These streets of Gotham were deserted by now.

Patrick made his way to sleep under a bridge but one big Joker blocked his path. He was about six foot five inches tall. He wore a red suit and tie with white face paint, red lipstick in the shape of a smile on his face.

"Hey there little man. Why did the Joker cross the road?" asked the Joker blocking Patrick's path.

"Get out of my way," hissed Patrick. His stare was down on the pavement.

The Joker laughed while flipping out a knife.

"You got to answer the joke otherwise you can't pass," said the Joker.

"Move," said Patrick. This time it was a command. A command the Joker didn't obey.

"Wrong answer," said the Joker.

The Joker made a move to stab Patrick, but Patrick side stepped, stomped on the Jokers foot, and grabbed the knife from the Joker, and kicked the Joker on the back sending the Joker flying in a garbage bin.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Patrick made his way to the Joker, placing the knife under his chin.

"I'm not in the fucking mood to be bothered by you Bozo," said Patrick.

"Aw you made a mess dreg," laughed the Joker, tossing some trash off his suit, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Patrick smiled smugly and raised his stare to the Joker straight in the eyes. Now the Joker saw Patrick's full face.

The Joker wasn't smiling now. His eyes went wide with fear.

"What the fuck are you man? This is totally messed up. Are you some kind of mutant or something?" asked the Joker.

"Be thankful the mask you wear comes off, this is permanent," said Patrick.

"What the fuck is up with this? God didn't create you," said the Joker trying to inch away.

"You can tell that to him when you meet him," said Patrick.

With that said, he slid the blade across the Jokers throat, cutting the skin deep. It was a clean swipe.

Blood spurted everywhere on both the Joker and Patrick. The Joker was gagging and choking on his own blood.

The Joker tried clinging to Patrick, but Patrick just stood up and let the Joker slide down his coat, leaving a trail of blood all over Patrick's clothes.

Soon enough the choking stopped and the Joker laid dead in the trash.

"Joke's on you," said Patrick. He pocketed the knife and continued on his way.