Joker: Hello, dear readers. This is a notice from me, I seem to have lost something. My Doll. She's around five foot, looks like an idiot, and has scars on her pretty little face almost like yours truly. If you see her just shout and I'll be there. Now go enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 21: Induction

Something swirled in the pit of Bruce's stomach. It was something the Joker had said that was making him feel this way. Even though Joker had said it under his breathe Bruce still managed to catch what he had said. He remembers it as if it was only yesterday when he had Joker hanging off the edge.

The words echoed in his mind "Ah, see but that's where you're, uh, wrong. I'm not alone."

What was that supposed to mean? And who was this person that had taken up the place in Joker's company? Maybe it was this woman, 'Katherine'.

It had been several days since they had found the name and strangely they couldn't find her. It was like she didn't exist.

"It can't be her real name then" Bruce told Alfred as he brought some food with him to the Batcave.

"Surely not Sir. These people are very sharp and if it truly is her real name then she must be crazy" Alfred proposed the sandwiches to Bruce.

He picked up a strawberry jam sandwich and took a large bite out of it; he hadn't moved from his spot once he had found the name. He was positioned in front of the many screens. Each screen had a different data base trying to find anything on this Katherine.

"Katherine Ingrid Dawes, how did you manage to drop off the face of the earth?" Bruce spoke through his sandwich.

"Master Wayne, if I may?"

Bruce pushed away from the screens, "I'm all ears, Alfred, any idea would be great right now"

"Either her initials are very ironic or…" Alfred trailed off as he entered her initials to one of the data bases. Several files popped up, all of them were GCPD report files. They were recent, very recent. Like an hour or so recent. The oldest was only a couple of days old.

Bruce had consumed the whole sandwich by now and was leaning forward on his forearms against the desk "K.I.D" he whispered.

Bruce read out one of the reports "Three bodies were found in a warehouse near sixth and Seventh Street. They were later identified as Marcus Skeevers - who had taken over Gambol's territory and position after the Joker killed his uncle, Gambol – and Pino and Umberto Maroni. It is believed that the two sons of Maroni had also taken over their Father's business but were struggling due to the Joker's havoc over the order. All of the victims suffered from identical injuries. Their eyes had been slashed out along with their tongue; their genitalia had also been removed as well as having the letters D, K and I carved seemingly into random parts of their body. Pino Maroni also had a cigar burn on the outside of his left hand. Marcus Skeevers suffered from most of the wounds, as he even had his ears, nose, fingers and toes removed as well. It is believed that Holiday a.k.a Alberto Falcone was involved and is responsible for the murders."

Bruce grimaced at the details, he wanted to barf up the sandwich he had just eaten. Luckily Alfred averted Bruce's attention away from the images and to a comment left by one of the officers that had found the bodies. It read 'When we got to the warehouse we thought it was just a dead animal. But then we found them in the top most corridor. They were all lined up in their individual chairs, facing the door like they were waiting for us. Their jaws had been broken so it just hung open, dangling. What's more was that they all had their cheeks cut open (or ripped open, we couldn't really tell), but not in the manner so that they looked like they were 'smiling', just as if someone tried to rip open their mouths as much as they could.'

There was a side note stating that the officer that had made the comment was found dead, hanging, in his apartment several days later. It was labelled as suicide.

Another report stated that a fourth body was found. It was Holiday, so he was ruled out as a suspect. He also suffered from the same injuries, eyes and tongue missing, with a broken jaw. However he was not missing his genitalia. Instead he had a message carved him his chest "Have fun, I know I did! Yours faithfully, K.I.D"

Bruce was enraged that in his hour of need, a psycho had gone about and killed several people. It didn't matter who they were or what they had done, no one deserved to die like that. No one!

The last few pages were just about Kid. It is believed that the one known as KID is a man. He is highly dangerous and is rumoured to have even taken over the Mob. Unfortunately, his true identity is not known.

In fact by the looks of it nothing is known about The Kid. Only his alias is known.

Bruce was pulled out of it when he heard Alfred's soft voice "Master Wayne, I believe that whoever this monster is they may have been aware of your situation and are trying to lure you in"

"Alfred, these people are dead because of me. If only I had paid more attention-"

Alfred interjected "Master Wayne, you must not blame yourself for what is already done, if anything we should be working on finding this man"

"No, Alfred. He is not a man. He is a monster."

Joker was not a man easily impressed but Doctor Sandres really did impress him. Usually by now he would've cracked anyone by now; the late doctors did anyway, especially Harley.

However, strangely enough Sandres didn't. If anything she had learnt more about him than he had about her. The only thing he had learnt about Sandres was that she was a single woman with great taste.

He had to admit, that woman was good at her job.

What he didn't like about the doctor though was that she was too good in her job, and she gave him little privileges. The only privilege he had at the moment was that she allowed him to keep his make-up.

Unlike all the other doctors he couldn't see through her, he couldn't see her motive. The only thing he could tell about her was that she actually enjoyed teasing him and she had a lot of time on hand. She would have a session with him every day at one in the evening, except Sundays. They would last for about thirty minutes minimum or three hours maximum.

Now usually patients wouldn't have a session everyday however Joker was a special case.

He sat their awaiting the doctor, she was always on time but for some reason Joker was dragged in earlier than he should have been.

Joker raised his head as he caught sight of Sandres white coat, "Ah, what a pleasure to see you again Doc"

She sat down and greeted him as usual "Joker" she nodded.

"So what are we going to do today, Doc?"

"We're going to talk about your friends today" the doctor pulled her hair behind her and readied her clipboard.

"I don't have any friends"

"Yes, you do." The Doctor deadpanned. She had a habit of doing that.

"Yes, I do. Though not many" Joker leaned back and clasped his hands together.

"How about you list them?"

"Let's see there's my knives, then there's my knives and then there's my knives"

Sandres stared at him for a good few moments. "Sarcasm doesn't befit you"

"Well, what can I say?" Joker shrugged.

When he didn't get a reply he gritted his teeth, "How about you, Doc? You don't have many friends yourself"

"Yes, but we are talking about you not me"

Before Joker could throw back some sassy reply, a nurse stepped in. she hurriedly stumbled her way towards Dr. Sandres and bent over to whisper into her ear. The only indication that the doctor acknowledged her was by turning her head over so slightly to the left do the nurse could tell her something.

Joker knew Sandres to be a very stoic person, so it baffled him to see her furrow her brows and her lips curl down in a slight frown.

"I see" was all Sandres said until she abruptly left Joker, postponing their session. This was very curious as Joker couldn't think of anything that would force such a response from the famed Sandres.

Instead of being put in his cell he was taken to the rec room. This was even more curious as he wasn't supposed to be here at this time. His time in here was pencilled in for not a few good hours at least.

There wasn't much to do in the rec room. It was split in half. On the right there was a pool table in the centre along with a few tables here and there. God knows why the loonies would need a pool table! And then on the left there was a big couch in front of a medium sized television that was hung in the corner of the room. You could sit around in a circle and just 'talk' or you could play pool or some chess. There was also an old record player but again why would the crazies need that?

He walked about, staying near the walls, which was until he heard something from a large group of men that caught his interest. They were all gathered around a shabby table.

'The Mob are slowly being picked off and their bodies are left on display'. Now that was interesting!

He walked right in the middle of the group of bulky men, "say boys, what's all the hush about?"

Even within the walls of Arkham Asylum he still had power. They all still feared him even though he was practically stripped down to his underwear.

"Th- there's a new guy in town" one brave soul ventured "A- A- A- And-"

"A- A- A- And?" the Joker mimicked "Why don't you spit it out already?" he growled impatient with the buffoon.

Another guy filled him for him "And he likes to leave then with all sorts of scars"

"Oh really?" Joker smiled falsely "Do tell me more"

"The guy leaves them all with missing eyes and tongues and he rips open their mouths. A- apparently he's crazy!"

"Crazy is he?" Joker leaned over the table "What's his name?"

"The- the Kid!"

At this Joker let out a bundle of insane laughter, "And what does this Kid look like? What's his pay?"

"No one knows. No one's seen him ever. All of his men don't talk about him. They all keep their mouth shut. No one talks." The poor man's voice quivered as the Joker loomed over him.

"No one knows, huh?" the Joker's posture quickly turned hostile but before he could pounce on the men he was pulled out of the rec room because thankfully Sandres saw to her patient.

"Who put you in there?" She asked as two security men dragged him out with difficulty.

"Say Doc? You wouldn't happen to have, uh, left me to tend to this Kid person, would ya?"

The Joker's eyes darkened as Sandres stuck her nose up and said "That's not your concern."

"Yes it is" Joker forced a laugh "Because of this Kid-ah I'm losing out on my sessions" Joker tried to step closer to Sandres but the guards yanked him back.

Though it was obvious that the guards were having difficulty with the Joker Sandres was not afraid.

Once they escorted Joker to his cell and no one was in sight, Sandres leaned over and told Joker in a cool voice "If you must know I was not only pulled out because of the Kid but also because one of my friend's patient is dead and I was called forth to her funeral."

"Aw, who was the lucky sucker?" Joker leaned against the wall and grinned ear to ear.

"The patients name was Alisa".

Joker's smile fell so fast that Sandres couldn't believe that she was seeing the Joker frown for once. However she chose to ignore his sudden change of mood and turned to her clipboard, something on there was apparently more interesting than Joker for once, "Though others called her Precious. The patient was an amnesic. The imbecile, couldn't even remember what happened to her in the past few hours even if her life depended on it."

Joker was silent. He studied Sandres closely, trying to pick up anything he could.

"I met her once myself several months ago I believe. She really was a lost cause. She really was a pitiable woman. Thank God she's gone though, I don't think anyone could babysit her any longer."

"How?" Joker let out a sharp breath.

Sandres flipped a few papers "Mob. Apparently, they thought she worked for you. They beat her so bad that you could hardly recognise her anymore; tis a shame. She was a pretty little thing, now listen! We'll have to cancel the session for today I must see to other business."

Sandres waited for some witty retort or his disgusting charm but she was met with silence. She looked up to Joker and had she been anyone else her blood would've ran cold. There the Joker was right in front of her. She hadn't even heard him move. The only thing separating him from Sandres was the door.

There was a coldness to his eyes that she hadn't seen before.

What she saw in his eyes was a promise. A promise to end her in the most brutal way possible.

Sandres, being the woman she was, simply walked away.

Later that night the men came shuffling in. They were all calm, all cool and most of all they were all prepared. Prepared for anything that would come at them. Prepared to do anything for their boss.

Why? Because their boss was rising to the throne and their boss was most feared, even more so than the Joker.

Their dear boss recruited them, gave them food, clothes and money and as long as they would obey, they would be fine. Most of them anyway. Their boss was known to be a bit non compis mentis.

All they had to do was shut their mouth and obey. They would be fine. Most of them.

Yes, some of the rumours were true: Kid could really be unhinged at times, what with all the mood swings, the random killings and the sick humour. But overall a good boss. Just not a good person.

Kid fed them, washed their crimes away and made them commit sins, clothed them and raised them. That was the way Kid was. Kid didn't just recruit anyone either. He handpicked those who knew what the real meaning of pain and fear is and these hand selected ones would pick the others.

And not anyone could just join, first they had to sign a contract (in simple terms) and most even undergo training. If anyone fails they're bundled together and Kid personally kills them.

Kid adores killing his own men.

Like sacrificing cattle, he makes his men watch him kill the failures as a reminder of the contract they all have with him.

The contract had simple rules, they went as:

Obey Kid.

Be prepared for anything, even death.

Sacrifice yourself, and everything if necessary, for Kid.

Do not betray Kid.

Keep your mouth shut at all times even if your life depends on it.

If failure to meet any of the above it will be certain death for you.

If you follow correctly Kid will reward you with anything you desire.

Anyone who signed the contract had to do so with not just a signature but also their blood; because you know that shows commitment. And to work for Kid you need a lot of commitment.

Kid took Gotham by storm and as you can imagine, the residents of Gotham weren't too pleased. They were enthralled once more by fear itself.

The men stood in front of a big white board. One the white board were several pictures of the known areas of the Mobs places, where they stored their money, their slaves and drugs.

Another screen popped up on the board. It just said KID, and a distorted voice came from it.

"Today, we are going to raid all of the Mob's places and take everything. We're going to raid them simultaneously, so that theirs chaos. Tech team you stay on the lines, make sure no one sets off any alarms and intercept any calls going to 911 or anyone for that matter. Muscle team, you destroy everything. Loons you kill everyone. No hostages, no prisoners. Now go! Search and destroy and remember… Have fun!" the room was filled with a fit of insane laughter, and it didn't help that the voice was disguised so it made it all the worse.

The men did as they were told. They stuffed themselves into their trucks and rolled on.

There was going to be a lot of bloodshed.

Unsurprisingly, the Mob's men were still around and they put up quite a pathetic fight. They were caught at a wrong time. With their leaders gone, most didn't even know what or why they were even fighting.

It was a massacre.

Several people called for the GCPD but still their phones failed them and when they tried to flee they were shot down without mercy.

They took all the cash, all the drugs and shot all of the slaves. It didn't matter that they were men, woman or children. Kid's men were indiscriminative.

Kid was indiscriminative.

To these men, Kid was just.

Kid was law.

Kid was God.

Kid was right.

Kid was right.

The screams of the slaves were abruptly stopped with the bullets that whizzed in the air, catching anything.

The cool bullets were dying to pierce through people. Some of Kid's men even went as far as drowning the slaves and the opposition with their own blood.

Kid was just.

Kid was doing the right thing.

Kid was king of Gotham.

At the end of the massacre once the loot was put away and the places were torched, the men went to their sanctuaries to drink, to fornicate to just have a good time.

No one went unscathed when it came to Kid. Batman was too late. Batman walked over the ashes of the remains of the horror.

Kid watched from his sweet home as Batman walked about looking for any survivors which in turn made Kid shake his head. "Too little too late, Batman" Kid giggled.

The many screens showed from the many cameras how sorry Batman looked, it almost made Kid laugh. Almost.

As Kid saw it, Gotham needed to be purged of Batman.

Batman was the beacon to all the freaks all the weirdos. That's why Kid needed to kill Batman. Kid needed to kill all of the scum in Gotham.

And it was all his fault! It was Batman's fault that Gotham had to scrummage to this. It was all Batman's fault that Gotham had become a cesspool of death, pain and depression.

Batman was at fault.

But not to worry, Kid will save the day.

Kid is justice.

Slowly but surely, everyone was going to be sucked up into this war. Whether they wanted to or not. Almost everyone could feel it deep down inside them. Something terrible was going to happen. Something atrocious. Something the world has never seen before.

Joker could feel it. The excitement in him was bubbling up and he just couldn't wait to wreak havoc. He would show the world just how dangerous a clown really can be. Just how much pain one clown could bring upon the world.

Batman could feel it. He could feel it in his bones. Unfortunately, Batman had little allies and he had to face this war all by himself. He was the lone trooper and he was already half broken. If he was lucky enough, he would still be in one piece in the end.

Kid could feel it. Kid has been prepared since the very beginning; if anything its slightly unfair that Kid had an early start.

People spoke of Gotham as it was the hell on Earth but truthfully there was something terribly wrong not just with Gotham but the whole world. It's only out of selfishness that Kid was going to purge Gotham, his home, first.

People believe they are in a free world but Kid would show them.

Kid was going to lead them to real freedom.

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything"

Gotham was going to get a real taste of pain before it would see the light, and Kid will be with them all the way.

To be continued…

Hello my faithful readers, it's been a while and God does it feel good to be back! So as my exams are almost over I am going to continue with this epic story, and I have to say I'm actually so excited! ^_^

I will update next either next week or the week after.

So I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you would be so kind, please do leave a review telling me anything you want. Ask anything you want either.

Thank you for reading and thank you for all of you sticking with us for so long, and thank you for those who have recently joined us. It's really good to have you here. Hopefully, you're all having a good time so far.

Suki