Chapter 9


AN: I'm surprised how many voted after I explained it. Now I'll tell you who the winners are:

Tied for first place are Maka Alburn as The Scarecrow and Ruby Rose as Deadshot

For second we have Issei Hyoudou as Spawn

Well, it seems that I have a lot on my plate. Though I'll try my best to please my wonderful and activated reader of this fair website. If you didn't get to vote, make sure to give suggestions to me in this chapter.

We now go to the detective's point of view, but with not in the way you're thinking. It will also go more into detail of Joker's crimes.

~Spoiler Alert: Killing Joke references.~


"Several reports of high level of crime activity-"

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"Bank robberies gone to extreme levels-"

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"Bombs blown up in several locations-"

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"Hundred citizens injured during-"

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"Twenty politicians found murdered with smiles-"

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"Missing inmates from local asylum-"

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The sound of a t.v. turned off as it flipped threw channels of news. The one who turned it off was the police chief Kenji Tsuragamae, a humanized dog. He was showing the latest clips of news from the past week. He and several other policemen were in a meeting discussing one problem:

The Joker

"I've see you all seen the news lately I take it," said Kenji. "We need to find anything we have on this monster and put a stop to this madness."

"We don't have anything solid yet," said one officer. "The gas is untraceable, the cards don't have any fingerprints, and he seems to pick people at random."

This put the police chief in a tight spot. Before all these Quirks started popping up, the real heroes were the police and fire fighters. When people got Quirks and decided to use them for good or evil, it somehow put the others in control of the damages. He 'thought how could things get worse?' Somehow things did, a lot. When this Joker character joined the picture, people were dying left and right. Some would die of his explosions, other would die by bullets being shot at them, but the dangerous thing to die from was Joker's deadly laughing gas. The gas itself was a mystery, even to the forensics couldn't figure out the chemical compound. Not only does it make the person laugh themselves to death, it also leaves an unholy permanent grin that stretches the face. The victims couldn't even have open casket funerals because of their faces.

"I hope we catch this guy soon," thought Kenji. "Just who knows what his madman can do."

"Sir, if I may say something," asked a humanized cat. This was Sansa Tamakawa, who was also a member of the Police Force.

"Go on," Kenji encouraged as he was anxious to hear what he had to say.

"I think he wants to show the world something," Sansa stated. "That somehow we're not important, that our Quirks mean nothing. That we're all one big joke."

The chief was taken back by his statement, but he didn't argue with the statement either. The more he thought about it, heroes this day in age tend to see the bigger picture. Some wanted fame, others wanted fortune, but they all have looked down on the smaller problems of the world. Sure, they helped people time to time, but only do it to boost their statues. They even had a fucking poll on who was the best superhero!

"I think I see your point," Kenji said. "Though, we need to find a location he's at."

"I've got something, sir," said another police officer. "He does have his own gimmick. What if we looked for him in places villains don't really hide in."

The chief gave it some thought. Joker did seem like the kind of villain to have a hideout as the same as his personality. Why not give it a shot.

"Alright let's do that," said the chief with renewed vigor. "I want a total of five squadrons. Two squadrons will look at abandoned factories that used to manufacture toys while the other two look for rundown theme parks. The last squadron will look in the under world of crime to look for anyone and I mean anyone who has connections to Joker. Do I make myself clear?"

A courses of 'Yes Sir' rand threw the air. The chief nodded signaling them to start immediately. As everyone leaves the room, the only people their were the chief, Sansa, and Detective Tsukauchi.

"Well, said Noamasa as he got up. "I'll start looking into records of criminals who might have connections with The Joker."

"Not so fast," stated the chief. "I'm afraid I have to sit you out on this one."

"What," exclaimed Noamasa as he turned to his superior. "I can't just sit this-"

"You've been working to hard on this," interrupted Sansa as he put his paw-ish hand on Noamasa's shoulder. "You've been working day-in and day-out on trying to find out where this Joker guy is."

That was true to say the least. He was trying so hard to find the guy, that he barely went to his apartment anymore. He even stopped sleeping and drank coffee more than a regular person should.

"We know you mean well," said Sansa. "But we're worried that you might crash in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Don't worry," said the chief. "We'll keep you updated. For now, go home and try to get some sleep."

Noamasa was hesitant at first, but soon caved in.

"Alright I give," he said as he went towards the door. "But notify me the second you found anything about him."

They gave him nods and promised to do just that as he went for the train station. He just hopes that it was only temporary.

Little did he know, that life was full of surprises.


Scene Change: Apartment/Noamasa's POV

I got to my little apartment around nighttime. The sun had already began to set to show a vibrant of red and orange.

I wonder if anyone really appreciates the view?

I signed as I took off my hat and coat, and hung them on the coat hanger. I loosed my tie as I went to the kitchen to get a snack. I knew I should be resting, but I was a little hungry. As I went to the fridge, I saw a note. It was in bold letters saying:

REMINDER:
DON'T FORGET TO CALL MAKOTO.

My eyes widen as I tried to find my cellphone. She's my younger sister and in her senior year in college. She's an independent woman who knows how to get her way and isn't afraid to do risky methods to do so. I finally found my cellphone, in my pant's pocket. I dialed her number and waited for her to call.

Pleasedon'tbemadpleasedon'tbemadpleasedon'tbemadpleasedon'tbemadpleasedon'tbemad

The call finally came through as I silently hoped she wasn't mad. A mad little sister is a bad little sister.

"Finally you called," Makoto yelled in the phone. "I was so worried about you!"

Wait.

Why would she be worried?

I'm completely...

Oh.

"Makoto," I said softly. "Did you think The Joker got to me?"

The line was silent as she didn't answer right away. What seemed like five minutes, she spoke up.

"Yes," she said in a low whisper. "I thought that monster got to you. I thought that you were killed by him. That your face was deformed by him. I thought that I was never going to see you again because of him. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She than began to cry. I hated it when she cried, it always made me want to cry. I tried to comfort her, the key word tried.

"Makoto, listen to me," I said grabbing her attention. "Nothing will happen to me, I promise."

"Pinky swear," she asked.

"Pinky swear," I said.

"Good," she stated. "If anything happened to you, I'll personally take your job to find the person who harmed you."

I knew she wasn't joking as she said it in a dead serious tone of voice. As I was going to tell her not to do that, I heard a knock at my door.

~KNOCK~KNOCK~

Who could that be?

Is it Sansa?

Did he forget to tell me something?

The knocking increased. It got to the point where Makoto could hear it.

"You gonna get that," she asked me.

"Yes, but I don't like look of it," I said to her as went to the door.

"It could be someone from work," she said as I reached for the door handle.

"But they should've called..." I didn't finish my sentence when I heard something.

*BANG*

It was a sound of a gun. A gun that shot me when I opened the door. I didn't see it coming. I fell to the ground with a hard 'THUD'. I groaned as the pain increased ten times worse. I could faintly hear my sister's screams coming from the phone. I tried to reach it, until a foot stepped on my hand. I tried to look up, what I saw chilled my very existence; I saw him.

I saw The Joker looking down at me. He was wearing a dark purple trench coat with a matching hat to go with it.

He reached for the phone with his purple gloved hand. He picked it up and put it to his ear.

"I'm so sorry," he said sarcastically. "But I'm afraid he's a little disabled to come to the phone right now."

The feeling in my legs were starting to go numb. I was losing blood fast I started to feel cold, like I was in winter. I barely saw Joker's face, but I did see a glint in his eyes. I knew he was smiling cruelly at me. I was starting to lose conscience, but before I could black out, I needed to know one thing:

"Why," I manage to croak out. "Why are you doing this?"

"To prove a point," he said as he took out a camera from his coat. "Here's to crime."

I didn't know what happened next since everything faded to black. Though I could hear his laughter bouncing in my head as I drifted off.


AN: That was probably the most moderate one I written so far. Might have been OOC, but works in favor of the story. Joker coming out of the shadows, his mayhem and madness will soon be reveled to the world soon enough. Who will be his next victim? Find out next time. Don't forget to comment on this.