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So for that here is an extra long chapter. And I know the saying "It's not the quantity it's the quality." I was originally planning for some of this to be in chapter 5 but I had lots of free time so I put it in Chapter 4 , more to read yay...

Disowner: I recently read "The Killing Joke" and I really liked it so I used some of the quotes in my story. I changed it up a bit but otherwise I do NOT own those quotes. But the "coin" one was mine :)

So enough of this and on to Chapter 4!

Chapter Four: Mr. Crowbar.

The warehouse was dark and empty and only a soft humming was heard, echoing off the walls. The man walked up the steel stairs and down a short hallway. He turned left and approached a door.

"Hellooooo, Harley!"said the man kicking open the worn down door. "Hi Mista J!" shouted Harley from across the small room. The room was partially lit, contained some furniture and had one boarded up window. "Did you get him?" she asked excitedly.

"Sure did!" he said proudly taking the unconscious boy off his shoulder. He hooked one of his arms around the boy's chest, supporting his weight. Harley studied the boy attentively. His head was drooped down but she could see his face just enough, to see the broken nose. His charcoal black hair was soaked in blood. The boys dark blue collar shirt was torn and bloody. In fact, most of him was bloody and he was small too.

"That's the Batman?" she asked shocked. "Yeah, I had a hard time believing it at first too." he said honestly.

"Seems like he put up quite a fight." said Harley looking at the small puddle of blood that began to gatherer underneath the limp form.

"Yeah, he sure did." said Joker with a hint of respect in his voice. "Go get some ropes, he's going to wake up soon and I don't want to deal with him."

"What about the Martian guy from the League? Like, can't he do some mind thing and find him?" questioned Harley, who tossed Joker some ropes. "No, I heard the Martian can't do that if Bats stays knocked out." replied Joker tying Bruce's arms together with the rope. "Well , it's no fun if we keep him knocked out. " complained Harley.

"I can fix that." said a unknown voice. Joker quickly dropped Bruce and whipped out his knife, and spun around. He was face to face with Morgan.

"God, you have to stop doing that." grumbled Joker, retrieving his pocket knife.

"Who the heck is the lady, puddin?" said Harley narrowing her eyes. "This is the witch who made it possible to capture the Bat. Now, go do something useful."

Harley just snorted and stalked to the back of the room. "I can put a spell on him so he is untraceable from the Martian." she stated, approaching the boy who was lying on his back.

"dinm elbaecartnu" she said clearly, moving her hands fluidly above Bruce. A short moment later, an aqua coloured ball of light was formed. As soon as it came it was gone.

"That's it? No weird chants or giant aura spheres?" said Joker disappointed. "Yes that's it. Now get the job done." she snapped.

"Alright, but I'm going to have some fun first." said Joker smiling.

"Very well." She stepped back and murmured a few words, then disappeared in thin air.

" If she wants Bats dead so badly, why doesn't she just do it herself?" questioned Harley who was sitting backwards on a chair and resting her chin on the top.

"A, she knows that bats is mine and she is smart not to interfere. And B, she doesn't have the heart to kill ,unlike me who killed hundreds" replied Joker saying the last bit proudly. "Pass me some zip ties, those are really hard to break ,we have to make sure he doesn't escape like he always does." he said spitting out the last words.

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The Watchtower was crowded with rushing leaguers everywhere. "So guys since the world isn't in imperial, are we going to visit Bruce?" said Flash spinning around in his chair.

"Yeah, we should see how he is doing." replied Hawkgirl picking up her mace. "Plus Diana is probably dying to see her boyfriend." she added with a cheeky smile. Diana responded with a raise of an eyebrow but didn't comment.

"Hey, is J'onn coming?" questioned Flash. "No he has monitor duty, Green Arrow did offer to take his shift so he could come, but he said he would do it and to give Bruce his regards." replied Diana

"Ok well if this is everyone let's go!' said Flash zipping out of the Founders meeting room, before anyone could blink.

"What are we going to do with Bruce?" asked Hawkgirl. "We could play some hide and seek with him." suggested GL as the founding members started to leave. "Yeah because Bruce is totally going to be in the mood to play games" said Superman rolling his eyes.

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First he felt nothing, then it hit him hard. There was an excruciating pain in his back and right ankle. His whole body was aching and he was exhausted and lightheaded. 'God what happened' Bruce tried to move his arms and legs but they were numb. He tried his arms again and realised that they were restrained behind his back. He quietly shifted his legs, they were restrained too.

Suddenly the events of the night came flooding back. 'Right I'm eight and got captured by Joker. He doesn't know who I am and Dick and Tim would have found Barbra by now. Maybe if I stay "knocked out" I can have some time to think of a plan.'

He thought he heard someone's voice but it was distant. He ignored it and tried to keep thinking. But the voice wouldn't shut up and it become louder.

An intense pain flared in his ankle. He let out a pained yelp and snapped his eyes open. Everything was a collage of colours. The room was spinning and he couldn't focus on anything.

"Hey, Batsy wake up already!" complained a voice. His vision slowly cleared and he looked at the figure hovering above him. It was Joker. He noticed that Joker was still stepping on his ankle, which burned like hell.

"Get off." Bruce grumbled trying to squirm away from Joker. His hair sweaty and bloody, was in his face blocking some of his vision. He was going to brush it away, but remembered that his arms were tied up.

"So, you had a little nap but since you're well rested we can play now!" squealed Joker. Joker leaned down and brushed the loose strands of hair out of Bruce's face. He appreciated that so Joker could see the full force of his glare.

"How about we ask the Justice League to come join our play date?" he said smiling. "So Bats be a dear and tell me the address of your Bat Lair, so I can send the invitation."

"Never." Bruce growled through clenched teeth. "You're no fun." said Joker disappointed. "But we can change that."

Joker approached Bruce with a crowbar in his hand. He was laughing madly and patting the crowbar. "So are you going to tell me? Or would you like to play with Mr. Crowbar here?"

Bruce didn't reply and give him a deadly Batglare. "Good, I was hoping that would be your answer." Joker smacked Bruce with the crowbar sending him sprawling across the floor. The blow uncomfortably shifted his broken ribs. Bruce just managed to hold back a pained scream. Joker waited to see some kind of sign, showing him how much pain the boy was really in. But Bruce put on a smile that shouted *Is that the best you got?*. He spat out some blood, staining his lips with a crimson red.

"Aw did little Batsy sprain his ankle?" he mocked looking at the ankle which was in an awkward position. Joker brought the crowbar down hard on Bruce's ankle. Crack! The force was so strong it broke his ankle. Bruce couldn't hold it back and let out an agonized scream. Tears were starting to form but he refused to cry, to give in.

"Oh I was wrong, you have a broken ankle." Joker giggled. "We have to get you ruffed up a bit to show your Justice Dewbs we're not joking around. Isn't that funny? Me, not joking around?" He laughed madly admiring the crowbar. " You know, I bet if I asked them to blow up the Watchtower in exchange for you, they wouldn't do it. It would take months to rebuild it again and without their fancy tower how are they supposed to help? They wouldn't be able to help half of the people they usually do, without the aid of that Tower. They would have no clue where to go." he said smiling at the bleeding boy.

"You're not like them. You don't fit in. Those sidekicks of yours? They can go on without their daddy Bats or whatever you are to them." he mocked.

"I have people who care about me and I care about them, unlike you." Bruce spat.

"Really? If the Justice League really cared about you, why haven't they found you yet? How come the Martian didn't contact you yet? Hmm? Besides I'm sure there a bigger situations they have to attended to. Not trying to find a boy who might be dead for all they know. But of course I could be wrong, we will figure it out later." Joker said.

'Right J'onn maybe I can contact him.' Bruce closed his eyes and contracted hard. 'J'onn can you hear me? J'onn?' There was no reply. 'There must be some type of device that blocks my connection with him. Or it could be Morgan, with her fancy spells. Yeah, that was probably it. J'onn wouldn't ignore me If he heard me calling him. Right?'

"And for me." said Joker brining back Bruce's attention. "I have Harley!" he smiled indicating to her.

"Yes you do pudding, you're the best!" she squealed.

"Why thank you Harley! Go paint your nails or something, I'll call you If I need you."

"Sure thing, thanks Mistah J!" she said skipping out of the room.

"You don't even care about her." growled Bruce but his voice was noticeable weaker.

"How could you say such a thing?" said Joker pretending to be deeply hurt. "I'm fine with Harley, she isn't the best but she's all I have, for now." he paused before continuing.

" Anyways, You know that you're a loner right? You're a outsider, a freak, like me!" he said smacking his lips. "You don't belong with those over powered Gods. We are meant for each other, we both understand one another."

"I am nothing like you." Bruce shot back.

"Keep telling yourself that but we are closer then you think."

"No one in this world can be as crazy as you, I am not like you, at all." Bruce exclaimed.

"I've already proved my point before! I've demonstrated with Harvey Dent that there's no difference between me and everyone else! All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell." he said grinning at Bruce.

"You had a bad day and everything changed. Why else would you dress up as a flying rat? You had a bad day, and it drove you as crazy as everybody else... Only you won't admit it! You have to keep pretending that life makes sense, that there's some point to all this struggling!" complained Joker frowning. "We are like two sides of a coin. We may have different opinions, take different sides but we are still on the same coin." he said.

"But I'll let you think about it. One day you'll see what an awful, black joke the world is." Joker said shaking his head. Bruce was still trying to break his restraints but he had no luck. He tried his best to block out Joker but he couldn't.

'What if he's right? Do the people I love and care about feel the same too? What is the point of all this sorrow and pain? Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for... is it all a sick, demented joke? No don't think like that. Don't let that psychotic clown mess with you. I have friends who care. I don't think I would admit it to anyone else but Clark is my best friend and he knows it. I have two loving sons and Alfred . And I have Diana, who I never knew I loved till I thought she "died" at Gorilla City. I guess after a couple of years of hitting on each other we made it official after the kiss, when the Thangarians invaded.'

His thoughts were disturbed by a sharp smack to his gut. "Hey, earth to Bat, You know its rude to tune out people when they are talking to you?" Joker said slightly upset.

"You know what I like about you Bats?" he paused to give Bruce another whack with the crowbar . Smack." No matter how hard you try to block out the pain, or show no weakness to your enemies. You still feel every hit. Even more so because you don't have that fancy armour of yours."

Smack. "You feel every punch." Smack. "Every kick." Smack. "Every stab wound by yours truly." Smack. "Every." Smack. " Hitof." Smack "ThisCrowbar." Craack!

Bruce screamed out in agony. A few tears slide down his cheek, washing away some of the blood. 'Another broken rib, that's two, no three ribs. Stay strong you had worse than this.' he thought, stopping more tears from flowing. 'But you always had your armour.' he added

"Well you look a little beat. You're all bloody and broke a few bones. But the show must go on!" he said excitedly.

'Ok If "show" means a ransom video I guess this is good. I know this place, its warehouse 516 in Gotham Docks. Dick and I had a stake out here before. Maybe I could say something in code.'

"HARLLLEY!" Joker shouted. A few seconds later Harley appeared bursting through the door."Yes Mistah J?" replied Harley grinning.

"I need you to gag the little brat so he doesn't give away our location, I doubt he knows where this is but we can't take any chances." Joker said.

Bruce's heart sank. 'Shit.'

"Sure thing pudding!" she squeaked. Harley approached Bruce with a surprisingly clean looking white cloth. "Now be a good bat and-" Putuh!

"AAAARGH!" Harley screamed. "HE SPAT BLOOD IN MY FACE!" she shrieked. Bruce just smiled showing his bloody teeth.

"Ok go ahead, he asked for it anyways." sighed Joker. Before Bruce could think what "it" was, it was delivered to him. Slap! It was so loud it echoed of the stone walls. Bruce's left cheek felt like it was on fire. A pained grunt escaped his lips. He would never have thought Harley could slap that hard. 'Great now I probably have a giant red hand mark on my cheek.'

"Here use this cloth instead." said Joker tossing Harley the cloth. She roughly gagged him with it. 'What's different with this cloth?' He question was immediately answered when the familiar effects of chloroform washed over him. His vision blurred and he found it impossible to keep his eyes opened.

"Sweet Dreams." was the last thing he heard before drifting unconscious.

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Joker looked at the boy who was now asleep. "I can't believe he spat blood in my face!" Harley complained desperately trying to wipe off the blood.

"Oh quite your complaining. How are we going to do the video without the address?" Joker said walking towards his new laptop ( which he stole) that was placed on a nice wooden desk (which he also stole). Right next to the power button was a little purple note with golden writing .

* I knew you would want to do something like this. I will not give you the location but this code. 0101011101001. Use it to set up a live video, don't bother trying to trace the signal. The connection is untraceable from their end and yours, so they cannot trace your location.

Sincerely, Morgan Le Fay*

After he finished reading the note it disappeared and left a purple powder in his hand. He franticly wiped it off on his pants. " Geesh, what is with this lady." he grumbled. Another purple card appeared on the wooden desk. It had the code neatly printed on it.

"Sugar, what was that about?" Harley asked curiously.

"It's a little something to help send the invitation to the Justice League." he said laughing hysterical.

Ok chapter four is done! I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. I will try to get the next update before Halloween. Favourite and Review :) -Blue Raven