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#02: Always a Catch

Two and a half hours before...

Central City was no Gotham city.

The streets were spotless from litter; sidewalks were full of happy people who did not have to constantly look over their shoulder making sure that no one was following them. People in this city seemed almost too happy.

The people of Central City failed to see that the famous clown from Gotham known as the Joker was currently driving the streets of Central like the maniac he was.

But what was the Joker doing in Central City? He had come to Central City for one thing and that was Kid Flash.

The clown had recently witnessed the annoying canary speedster in Gotham with the bird exchanging friendly insults and inside jokes. The two had seemed like they were very close friend, if not best friends.

So the Joker got the idea.

What better way to bring the baby bird down, then to take something he cares about? And the something just happened to be his best friend

So now, the Joker was speeding down the quiet streets of Central. He made a sharp turn, the tires squealed as he hit the curb. He only caught a glimpse of what looked like a person crossing the road.

The clown heard a thud and his front tires hit a bump then his back tires. He hit the breaks, shifted gears into reverse and each set of tires went over the bump again.

Sitting up in his seat he peered over the steering wheel only to see the canary yellow uniform.

Joker threw his head back and let out his famous evil laughter.

The speedster let out a pain filled groan. Did that idiot just seriously drive over him, twice? You don't just run something over something twice.

He growled and let out a little scream when a heavy pain shot through his hip. He couldn't feel his legs properly so his hip probably was broken.

"You freaking idiot! Can't you look where you're driving! Get the paramedics!" he cursed and propped his head up. His look and words immediately froze when he saw the person behind the steering wheel.

No…what was he-?

Was that possible?

The purple suited clown got out of the car, and casually strolled over to the down speedster.

"If it isn't my old friend Baby Flash!" Joker laughed, "I've been looking all over for you! Now since I found you I will be able to get what I came for!" A dark twisted sneer graced the clown's lips, he turned back towards his car and started digging though the backseat, tossing other items over his shoulder, "Here we are!"

He returned to the down speedster twirling a rusty old crowbar in his hand, only to see the young speedster had started to use his arm as an anchor to drag himself away from the Joker and towards his bag that was thrown a short distance away.

"Where do you think you're going, Flash Boy?" Joker smirked, slamming his foot onto the speedster head, pressing his face against the concrete. Kid turned his head so the gravel could dig into his cheek, blood slowly tricking out of his nose, he winced as the Joker put more pressure on his head,

"Are you trying to run from old Joker?"

Kid groaned once more, not willing to give into the maniac. His hand reached and grabbed the clown's ankle, "It's Kid Flash!" he hissed and pulled his leg to the side, so the Joker lost his balance and fell, hitting his face hard. "And I would run if I could, only to slam your sorry butt into a wall!" he growled and tried to reach his cell phone.

Barry was trying to call him; he could see the name on the screen.

He'd just have to answer it and Barry would be there in the blink of an eye. He'd help him.

"What the hell are you doing in Central anyway!" Kid asked dragging his body towards his cellphone, it was just outta reach.

The Joker got to his feet, laughing now knowing that the Flash wannabe had spunk just like the Bats brat. He picked up the crowbar noticing the speedster had his hand reached out his finger almost touching the phone, "Now, now Mini Flash, didn't Flash teach you any manners?"

The Joker swung the crowbar, landing a hard hit to the side of the speedsters face. It made Wally's body turn halfway so he was laying on the side. But even after the painful blow the speedster was still trying to reach for his cell phone.

Kid felt a smirk touch his lips, as he touched his phone - this clown was going to get his ** kicked once he answer the call - and yelled for Flash. But that plan instantly shattered when a hand picked up the phone, looking up he paled seeing the Joker now had his phone! His lifeline!

"Little Flashy, you don't need your phone" Joker laughed looking at the screen, seeing that the phone call got through and that 'uncle Barry' was probably hearing him, so he put the phone to his ear. "He doesn't need to talk to uncle Barry, He's here with Uncle J." throwing the phone over his shoulder, he turned back towards the speedster who was still looking up at him.

"Now, lets get better acquainted shall we?"

The crowbar was raised above his head, and was brought down repeatedly beating against the speedster on every part of his body.

Kid winced with every hit he received and despite all the pain he was in, he couldn't' help but wonder how the Joker could simply do this out in the open on the busy streets of Central City!

Why was nobody helping him? Was it the suits that kept them away? Or the Joker?

Where was Barry? Why wasn't he here yet?

Central City was no Gotham City!

Wally tried to cover his face from the hits. Why did nobody help him? Kid Flash screamed in pain when he felt his ribs breaking, a bone piercing his lung, making him cough up blood. He cursed under his breath and forced himself to concentrate.

His whole body was struggling in pain against his fast movements. He snapped his hand out anyway and grabbed the bloody rusted crowbar, pulling it towards him. With the strong grip the Joker had on the crowbar, causing the Joker to stumble, he grabbed the clown's legs so he couldn't get his balance and he fell forward. Kid slammed his elbow against the clown's temple, and shoved the limp body away.

He suddenly felt drained; the rush of adrenaline was gone as quickly as it started. He lifted his shaky arm and pressed his com-link, "Flash, help me…" he whispered before he coughed up a clump of blood before finally losing the valiant battle for conscious.

Joker rose to his feet and stared down at the speedster, watching the canary boy lift his hand to his ear and mutter something that he couldn't fully make out, before he didn't move again

Throwing his head back laughing hysterically, the kid had put more of a fight then I thought.

The clown then noticed people standing on the sidewalks staring in horror at the down speedster.

It wasn't Gotham, they didn't care it was the Joker; they just watched the clown beat a young hero possibly to death. The once happy yellow uniform was stained with crimson blotches.

The Joker used the crowbar to move Kids head, once he pulled the crowbar away, the speedster's head lolled back into place, "Out cold, you are so much less fun then bird boy!"

Joker hulled the speedster body and dragged the limp form towards the back of his beat up car, humming 'If you're happy and you know it'.

Opening the truck he stuffed the speedster's body into, failing to notice one of his arms hung lamely out. He slammed the trunk down, but it didn't close, he tried again still didn't close. Noticing that arm, a bone stuck out the skin, he lifted the broken member and threw it against the limp form. He gave the trunk one last huge shove and slammed it shut. Calmly scampering into the car, he drove off leaving horrified on lookers in his wake. Still humming that song and letting out a hysterical laugh that echoed through the streets of Central City.