World's Finest
A/N: Hello readers! This is a story of the World's Finest superhero's: Batman and Superman, meeting up to tackle evil. This is a sequel to my story: The Dark Knight which, as the title may suggest, is my version of a follow-up to Batman Begins. I don't believe it will be necessary to read that story to understand this one, as I will do my best to explain the plot points that are follow-ups from that story. I encourage those who read this story to review it. I enjoy constructive criticism as well as encouragement and complements. Now, enough of my yammering… Here is World's Finest.
Prologue
As I sit on this train, I think back to what has happened to me. As a child, we never had any money, growing up in the slums of Gotham City. I wanted, no, NEEDED to escape a life of worry and fear. So I used laughter. It seemed like a good idea to me. I began to see a funny side to everything. When my father beat my mother, I found the noises they made comical, when an old lady on the street got her purse stolen, I laughed at the screaming and cries for help. Then there was that night, when that boy's parents were killed in that back alley. Man, did he show waterworks. That was hilarious. I couldn't have had a better seat, up on the fire escape. If those stupid rich people had just given him what he wanted, they would have lived. Sadly, the thief-turned-murderer, Joe Chill, was apprehended. It was a crime that he got arrested really, he was just taking the initiative to escape the horrid poverty that had gotten us all down.
Anyways, at sixteen, I left Gotham. Snuck on board the first train I could. It took me to Metropolis. At the time it had a low crime rate, almost non-existent. It was a good place to start, I could take over the city's underworld in less than two weeks. You see, the low crime rate wasn't because the cops were great, it was because they didn't have the smarts to run the operations. It was simple. Working the underworld, gaining supporters. I used decoy thefts, using my disposable thugs, to distract the police from my grander heists. When my supply of disposables began to dwindle, I would allow one of my lieutenants to get captured complete with instructions on how to get the rest of them out.
I did this for about four years, my longest endeavor, and then it became too easy for me. I began to travel, learning the benefits and flaws of every type of criminal plan. It was necessary to learn to combine different plan types in order to avoid being caught. It was quite fulfilling.
After about ten years of research and practice. I returned to Gotham; the crime capital of the word. I was ready to finish my career, but something happened that turned me from a logical man, with a slight comic look on life's tragedies, into a madman. Right before my plan was about to be set into motion, Gotham was disturbed by a, well I guess you could call it a gasser, hehe. The water supply was tainted by a fear toxin by some foreign society known as the League of Shadows, and was turned into a vapor by way of a device called a microwave emitter. Some punk ran into my lair, and into the surgical area while I was putting the finishing touches on my scheme. My lair just happened to be an abandoned dentist's office. He was followed in by a cop, who fired at the kid. I heard an explosion. I later found out that this was the containers of laughing gas being punctured by bullets and shrapnel from other containers. The shrapnel killed the punk and the cop, they were the lucky ones. As the laughing gas reached my nose, I wanted to run for it, but another scent washed over me. A hallucinogen. I panicked, fear washed over me, and I began to laugh. The gas amplified my already twisted sense of humor when combined with the fear.
I lost my sanity that night, and paraded my plans of destruction all around Gotham, while wearing the make-up of a clown, which has since been surgically implemented on my face to make it permanent. I was no longer Jack Napier, I was the Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, as the newspapers put it, rather appropriate I think. Gotham almost went down in smiles, until that wretched Batman showed up and ruined everything. I killed the woman he loved most, thanks to a tip from Ra's Al Ghul, expecting to emotionally cripple him forever, but he just got angry, I was forced to run and leave my pet, Harley Quinn, behind in a jail cell.
Needless to say my mood is rather sour at the moment. That's why I'm going back to the place where it all began. I need to rebuild my criminal empire. So, Metropolis, get ready to smile, because I always like to leave 'em laughing!
A/N: Yes, this was rather short, but it was only a prologue. I wanted to set up the #1 villain in the world with a good background for this story, it may not fit the comics, but I think it makes for an interesting plot point. Please review!