"Jack?...Jack? Oh sir please wake up. I can't lose you to." Jack heard the broken voice and knew it was Alfred. He felt the soft bed beneath him. He remembered passing out on the floor, Alfred must have dragged him to a bed or at least the couch. It was soft. He groaned, opening his eyes. Seeing Alfred's tear reddened eyes. "Ouch.." Everything hurt on him but his leg was the worst. He sat up, going to hold it, seeing a bandage around it. He looked up, everything coming back. His green eyes wide. Now seeing he was in the large bathroom. First aid kit on the floor, a few instruments from it scattered along with bloody cloth. "Alfred...They...what happened?" He needed to hear it. To make sure it wasn't a dream.

He saw Alfred swallow before speaking. "I am not sure who is behind it but there was an explosion near the end of the hall, I think it was merely a distraction. It wasn't targeted to any one room. But they managed to capture Bruce...and Thomas." Jack swore he felt his face pale. "They...They have them? They have Brucie? And Thomas?" He felt a lump in his throat. Alfred nodded grimly. Jack looked to the floor. Suddenly the phone in the bathroom was ringing. And every phone in the house. Jack looked up and around. How...how could they be calling every phone?

Alfred got up quick as he could, going to it. Jack spoke quickly. "No, don't! It could be a trap!" But Alfred ignored him, picking up the phone that was on the wall. "Hello? Wayne Manner-" "Put the clown on the phone." Alfred swallowed. " Don't you think you've tormented this family enough for one night?" The voice laughed lowly. "Oh it's much more then "one night". Put our clown on the phone now or I'll come there and talk to him myself and you won't like that. Not when your brain is spattered against the wall." Alfred let out a heavy breath, bringing the corded phone over to Jack. "He wishes to speak to you-" Jack took the phone quickly, snarling into it. "What do you want"? "Oh is that any way to greet an old friend Joker.." Jack stared at the wall. Wishing he could stab that voice. " Johnathan Crane. I didn't think you would make it out alive after an over dose of your own medicine."

There was a smirk in Cranes voice. "It was difficult but once it had run out and worn it's way thru my body, I found myself alive and oohh very, very angry. Thinking about your precious Bat and now a son? Where is the Joker I knew?-" Jack snapped at him. "Gone." "Well you'll have to bring him back tonight unless you want to see your family die all over again. Yes, I know about your past, I did some digging. She was a pretty one, It's a shame the way she died, her and her unborn child, slaughtered." "Shut up." Jacks eyes pooled with tears. Growling lowly. "Jennie was her name? And now it's Bruce, quite a change. Well tonight that's gonna cost you, again. Poor thing, you'll never get that...happily ever after you pictured." "What do you want?" Jack spoke lowly. "Well I want to have a little fun. I know you like fun. You have 24 hours to find your dear precious bat and little Thomas. I'm sending the address to you but trust me. It won't be easy. I'm going to give you the address and directions to my location but along the way, You'll have to do a few tasks." Jack spoke lowly. "Like what?"

"Oh just some old Joker tricks like blowing up a school at 8am or hospital. Whatever draws the most attention. You will do them or they will die. My men are watching and the address and directions have been sent. You know where to. Good luck." Crane hung up, leaving Jack pissed off and terrified

Alfred took a hesitant step forward, taking the phone from Jacks shaking hands. Putting it back on the hook on the wall. "Sir? What has happened?" Jack took in a shaky breath, green eyes pooled with tears. "He wants Joker. In order to get them back he wants me to go back to my old ways. " A few tears fell down his face. "he sent the address and directions on how to get there but along the way. I have to do these...tasks or they die." Alfred's hand went to his mouth. "Oh my word. Your not going to listen to him are you?" Jack stood up, voice shaky. "I have no choice. Not get me to the Batcave. I have a long night." He walked briskly out of the bathroom, ignoring the pain in his leg. He's been thru much worse.

Alfred rushed to help him, opening the door. There was still smoke making it's way thru the hall. Thin and slowly going away. Jack walked with Alfred's help, making his way thru the hall. Once at the end, he saw the explosion site. The outside wall was gone, blown away, still smoldering. A good 12 feet across and reached to half the lower level of the Manor. Jack's lip trembled seeing it reached a bit of Thomas's nursery. He walked back to the light blue and smoke stained room. Alfred followed, confused. "Sir?" Jack ignored him, walking inside to the crib, feeling the crib, a bit of ash coming off on his hand from it, showing the bright white underneath the stain. He sucked in a breath, grabbing the small batman plushie. He had found it before they adopted Thomas but was planing it. He thought it would be funny that Both he and Thomas would never be without a batman. Jack smiled sadly, holding the small plushie, walking out.

They made it to the Batcave were a large red alert was on the computer screens. "MESSAGE RECIVED" Jack went up to it, pressing the button to open it. It showed the address and all the spots he needed to go to before making his way to there location. A supermarket, A day care,A school,A hospital,A police station. Crane was smart, he had them in an order.
He wanted Jack to take out the Police first, make it harder for them to catch him and answer to calls.
Then the Hospital, he assumed to make it so people could suffer as much as possible from the first attack on the Police.
Then the school
Daycare
and supermarket
and then the location to where Bruce and Thomas were being held at.
Alfred looked at the screen and targets. Shaking his head. "Do you think Bruce would want you to do this? Do you think he would want you to go back to your old ways, killing innocent people to find them?" Jack stared at the keyboard, printing out the directions and tasks. His voice calm and quiet, keeping control of his emotions. "No. He wouldn't." Looked to Alfred. "But I have no choice. Who would you rather die? People you have never met before nor will ever care about...or Bruce and Thomas?" Alfred was silent. Looking to the ground. Jack looked back, getting the papers. "Is my old cloths still hanging around here?" Alfred nodded, leading the way to the evidence locker, opening it. There were many tings but you couldn't mistake the purple coat and green vest. Jack smiled weakly at it. "Oh the good ol days. He took it off it's rack. "Alfred, go start clean up. I don't want you to see this." Alfred nodded. "Sir...Godspeed and good luck." Jack nodded to him, walking away to change.
Alfred walked back out of the cave, making his way upstairs.

AN: Sorry if it's a little OOC but given the situation there being given I think it's ok.