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Rorschach in Blue Jeans-lol funny! Nice comparison

Foreverellen-Dark Jessie is more...intresting yes? ;)

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Whoops. okay so I know I said i'd updat soon but something came up. But it's here now. Hope you like! THanks!
*Clarie Jefferson*


Robin

Batman was nervous—I could see it in his face. Bruce hated The Joker more than any person on the face of the planet. He'd taken Rachel away, he'd turned Harvey into a monster, forced Batman to take the image of a villain, and he'd ripped the city apart. We stood there on Twenty Third Street, hidden in the shadows, unsure of what to be looking for.

He had her. I knew he had Jessica. She was in danger. Every part of me screamed out in worry, desiring to spring into immediate action to find her. But that was not Batman's way. He was a patient man, a calm man, a strange man.

"Robin," he said in a low voice. "What aren't you telling me?"

I shut my eyes in frustration and gave way. "Smoke, she, well when she radioed me….I think—Bruce—I think he has her."

He was silent for a moment before his eyes whirled over to me. "Robin, you should have told me."

I was about to reply when the squeaking sound of a megaphone filled the air. "Ahem," came the scratchy, almost squeaky voice that was The Joker's. "Hello people of Gotham!... I'd like to fix a few things. Some people," there was a pause, "have been under the impression that I am a threat that was done away with. Well, just give me five seconds of your time to prove them wrong."

There was a scream and panic filled the air. The Joker stood on a large, yellow van with a cracked megaphone in hand. He held up a hand and began counting down fingers as people scrambled away. He mouthed each number until he reached one.

There was a large explosion to the right of us and a semi truck tipped over and skidded across the road. It was on fire and the flames burst wildly. People ran off as fast as they could to the left, trying to escape. To our right the road was now blocked and people were scurrying the other way.

Five seconds and The Joker had made chaos. Five seconds and The Joker had instilled fear.

He let out a cackle, loud and rippling that made a chill run down my spine. It sounded vaguely familiar but I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. The psycho would destroy half of Gotham just for fun.

He had a plan. I knew he had a plan. Jessie was sure he had a plan. And Robin trusted Jessica.

But the mad man's eyes darted around as though he was looking for someone. His face twisted into an impatient scowl. "Come on out Batsy! I know you're here!"

I could see Bruce tense up next to me and he grabbed my shoulder to hold me back as he took a step out of the shadows.

The Joker's eyes lit up as he saw Batman. His smile plastered on his face was scary almost. I'd never seen him in person before, and I had no desire to ever see him again. "The boy too!"

Bruce looked back as if to tell me to stay but I stepped forward anyway.

"Oh, so good of you to come!" he howled like the mad man he was. He looked to his right, and suddenly a new explosion went off. This time it went off and it just continued. An explosion led to another and so on. It kept going until the explosions had made a complete circle around us. We were surrounded by walls of flames.

We were lucky the civilians had run when they had the chance.

"Joker," Batman growled. In the light of the flames he too looked rather frightening. "How did you get out of Arkham?"

The Joker tilted his head to one side and let out another bark of laughter. "Oh, well it wasn't easy. After you ruined my first plan I had to make another. I'll spare you the gruesome details. But it's what I'm going to do now that I'm out that is interesting!"

We were trapped and I knew it, Bruce knew it, and most importantly The Joker knew it. What I didn't understand was how he knew we would be there. How could he possibly know we knew about his plans?

And then he made an obvious movement and looked up from the top of the van to a building high above him. I followed his eyes to a window that was large and broken. Through it I could see her, ducktape covering her mouth and tying her hands to a small chair, a girl I recognized. She had a black mask that covered the top of her head down to her nose with blue outlines around the eyes and the edge on the bottom. Her shirt was a tank top of blue and black with a black jacket slung over it that I hadn't seen before. Her pants were blue with black streaks and her boots were a dark black.

Her eyes met mine and she seemed to hit some sort of realization as she looked around. She began to tear at the bindings to no avail. She thrashed around and all I could hear was a muffled cry.

My heart leapt to my throat and I couldn't breathe. She looked terrified. She pulled harder and harder on her restraints but she couldn't break through. She glared at The Joker with rage and kicked her feet. She looked down at herself and then back up with a fire in her eyes.

"What do you want?" I hollered in frustration.

"Well now you see, she has a small," he licked his lips, "explosive attached to the chair. You have…" he squinted his eyes, "I'd say about three minutes, before she explodes." He smiled.

I could see what he was doing now. He knew she meant something to me. This way, while he fought Batman, I would be occupied with trying to save her. It was my fault she was tied up. It was my fault if she died.

I didn't wait for Batman to give me an order, I took off running. I jumped on top of the van and launched myself forward, over the fire, passing the Joker as I went. I wasn't worried about my own safety, I was worried about Jessie. She consumed my every thought.

"Jessie!" I called in hysterics. I pulled out the grapple hook and shot it out to her floor. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I didn't have time. I had to save her! I had to!

I got up to her floor and turned to find her staring at me. I pulled off the tape from her mouth and looked down at her stomach. Around it was some sort of digital bomb.

"Robin," she gasped. "Damn it, untie me!"

I looked up at her to tell her I had to worry about the bomb but instead I found myself letting out an exasperated sigh and cutting through the tape around her.

"We need to disarm the explosive," I told her as I began to study the device that was strapped around her.

"Don't worry," she said in a slow, sad voice. "It isn't real."

My eyes widened as I looked at her. "What?"

She met my gaze for a second until her arm swung back and hit me. I skidded back, wiping my mouth and looking up for an explanation.

She clicked something on the device around her while simultaneously taking it off like Velcro. "Sorry," was all she said as around me on all sides gates of iron came up around me. It lifted me right off the ground and out the window.

The cage was hung from a giant crane that hovered over the giant circle of fire. Batman and Joker were both too busy to look up, deep in a fight, but Joker had many tricks. Bruce looked like he was taking a beating.

"Jessie!" I yelled at her in confusion.

The world seemed to stop as I stared at her. She looked down at the destruction The Joker had caused and her eyes seemed to gleam with interest. She studied the car wreck and stared into the flames. Still, her face remained cold, stony, unemotional.

"Jester," The Joker said in a slow drawl, "I'd like to introduce you to The Batman."

Bruce looked at me as if searching for an answer but I had none to offer. I didn't know what was going on. I didn't understand. Long story short, I was being naïve.

"Batman, Robin," The Joker continued, "I'd like you to meet my daughter."

And the world started spinning again—no, the world spiraled out of control.

She wouldn't meet my eyes again.

"That was not cool!" she shouted at him. "I do not appreciate being tied up!"

It didn't seem like it was real. He had to be lying. But then as I stood there, pieces seemed to meld together. Things connected, things made sense.

Her smile and laugh, the fake ones that could make you cringe. The reasons for all her secrets. She'd learned from the Joker. She was his daughter. And I had been played, right into a trap.

I'd been stupid from the start. Blind because she seemed like the perfect person beneath her scars. Her real name probably wasn't Jessica; she probably hadn't done anything on accident. It was all part of the plan.

"You were such a fool Robin," The Joker said superiorly from below. "You fell for her. And then you answered her call for help. She led you to a trap Robin. She's always lied to you."

My head turned to look at her for denial but she didn't deny it, she didn't say a word. She didn't even make her facial expression change from the cold stone face.


Jessie

"Dad," I said in a low voice. "You'd better hurry."

The Joker looked up at me and smiled. "Of course," he said with a grin.

Everything had been laid perfectly. With Robin out of the way, everything was perfect. Dad had Batman right where he wanted him.

But I knew what was going to happen. There was a flaw in The Joker's plan. Batman didn't lose. I would bet my money on it. Although not my life. Certainly not Robins. That was why Robin was out of the way. Dad promised if Robin didn't get in his way, Robin didn't get hurt.

Batman would find a way to beat through. The Joker had guns, large ones, powerful ones. He had explosives, he had fire, he had knives, and he had insanity. BUt Batman had something I'd also seen in Robin. The will to win, not for his own sake, but for others.

Batman would survive, and Joker would use the van to escape. We'd leave Gotham, far off somewhere else. And by the time The Joker had made up his mind as to what his next move would be, I'd be ready to take on the world.

Robin looked down at me as I made my way down to the street below, just outside of the circle of fire. "You know he's a monster right?"

"Of course I know that!" I snapped. "He's the idiot that killed my mother!"

He looked almost hopeful for a second and then he looked up with fear. "But you're going with him?"

"I—I," I stammered. I didn't know what to say. "Well, yes I am," I admitted.

"Why?" he demanded.

"Because I don't want to be alone anymore. And no matter how I want to, I can't change the fact that he's all I got left," I said in a small voice. And then I looked up defiantly. "You couldn't understand Robin."

"Batman is going to beat him!"

I looked up at him and grinned. "I'm counting on it."

And then there was an explosion. The fire on one side died down at I ran to the open area next to the van.

I was startled at the scene I saw. Batman and Dad were standing in the middle of a street. The Joker was defeated but he just kept on smiling. I studied him for a moment, watching as Batman picked him up from the ground but the clothing around his neck. Something caught my eye.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing this was the moment that I had to choose what I would do. But my mind was quickly made up. I brandished my knife, which gleamed in the light.

The Joker was being held up by Batman who was angrily glaring at the man and speaking words I couldn't hear. It looked like Dad had lost. The Joker would go back to prison, for life. Or he'd get the death penalty. I'd be alone again. But something was wrong. Something I saw made my heart pound.

I knew my own ability; I knew if I threw it, I wouldn't miss. This was my only chance to do what was needed. My eyes fell on what no one else could see as I held up my knife to throw it.

But then something knocked into me, throwing me against the wall of a store. Robin pinned my shoulders down with all his weight, holding me against the cement. He must have escaped the cage. I had known his abilities were impressive but I had figured that the cage would have lasted at least a bit longer.

"He's your father?" he demanded loudly. His eyes searched mine wildly with betrayal and anger.

I stared back at them without flinching. "Yeah," I admitted with no shame. "The Joker is my father."

He pushed me harder against the wall, his eyes tearing up with fury. "And what does that make you?" he asked with a half mocking half hurt voice. "The Queen of Hearts?"

I grinned widely, showing my white teeth. I tilted my head to one side and then said, in a very soft voice, "I like to think of myself more as the ace in the hole." And then I moved my left leg to sweep his right leg to the side. He lost his balance and his grip on me slackened. I pushed him away and slid to the ground. With one fluid motion I picked up my knife from the ground and stood up.

The Batman turned and looked at me for a second before my knife was airborne, speeding his way. And my knife, carved with the word DESTINY on it, hit its target.

Some of us are born heroes. Some of us are born killers. And some of us are born with the ability to choose.

My knife hit Joker's hand, knocking his own blade from his hands. He gasped and let out a cry of pain; he'd only been inches from shoving it into Batman's side with all his force. No one, unless they knew Joker enough to know what to look for, would have seen him pull the knife from his back. But I did.

"Sorry Dad," I told him as The Joker glared at me with confusion and fury, "but I make my own destiny. No more death."

"Jester," he said with a growl but it sounded more like a voice of betrayal.

"That's not my name," I told him seriously.

Batman looked down at the two knifes, now motionless on the ground and he held my gaze for a second. I was the first to break eye contact, only to turn and meet Robin's. He was breathing hard and staring at me with awe and confusion.

"You're welcome," I managed to say before I froze.

I could hear the sirens in the distant. I backed up into an alleyway just a foot behind me. My eyes softened and I smiled at him with as much sincerity as I could give. "See ya around, Boy Wonder," I whispered but I didn't wait for him to reply. I just ran.

And as I ran, through the streets of Gotham that I had made my home, I actually felt like Jessica Emberlight again.


Tada! Well, I know it might not have been hwat you were expecting but...I liked it. I really hope u did to! Send me a review please! ~CJ