Gotham was much as he expected it. All the streets were familiar, but the tone was different. He felt it was grimmer compared to his Gotham. His Gotham had a strong police force, with corruption at a minimal level. This Gotham, Bruce's Gotham, reeked of it. His gloved hands traced along the ledge and his thumb and forefinger rubbed together. Even it was dusty and forgotten. He stared around and pulled out his grapple with his left hand and with a hiss it shot across the skyline.

"Are you sure about this?"

He looked over at Hawkgirl who gripped her mace in both hands. Her lips were curled in a frown. Jack only nodded in answer and he flew through the air. He enjoyed travelling Gotham this way, the air made the cape whip about his form. His feet skid along the roof and he braced against the ledge. Hawkgirl settled in beside him.

"Where do you think he is?"

He shrugged. "Hard to say, this isn't my city, same layout no doubt, but this…Joker isn't what I'd expect. He reminds me of Harlequin, based on what I've heard."

"Where would she go then?"

His hand slid up, cupping his chin in thought. Where would Harlequin go when the League would take a break? A small grin took his face under his mask.

"Where would she cause the most damage?"

"At the namesake, Wayne Enterprises."

"Let's head there then."

An explosion suddenly plumed from the direction of the looming Wayne Enterprise's tower. There it still stood, with the bright white W glowing. The smoke passed over it, making it appear ethereal.

"That's the GCPD building."

He was about to shoot another grapple when he was suddenly lifted. He nearly cried out, but the grip was strong. He peered up at Hawkgirl who grinned down at him in turn. He could get used to this, flying, but he'd prefer not to have the pretty bird carry him everywhere. Her grip adjusted and soon he was over the building. The scene below was something he expected.

There he stood in a custom tailored purple suit, his hair a slicked back, sickly looking green and his ruby lips pulled in that permanent grin. His pasty white skin was unnatural. He was surrounded by a group of his henchmen. They all wore a motley mix of purple, green and white and wore a clown mask and were armed with a mixture of semi-automatics and assault rifles.

"Come on, Gotham! Show us a little…Anarchy!"

The Joker threw a grenade at a police car and it flipped end over end onto another. His henchmen were throwing grenades, and shooting at the cops to keep them at bay. The Joker danced and laughed. It was such a chilling sounds, more unnatural then Bruce when he disguised his voice. He peered up at Hawkgirl who stared at the criminals with the same look as Bruce gave him.

"Drop me."

"What?"

"Drop me, we have no time."

She seemed reluctant, the grip under his arms tightened. "Trust me." He said to her.

The grip released and he was falling. His head plummeted towards the ground, where the Joker was with his gang. He was within thirty feet when he let his cape soar out and he landed on a pair of thugs. They broke his fall and they were out cold. He rolled forward, pulling the leg out from one before he rose himself up and let his heel smash into the chest of another to send him to the ground before his forearm smashed into his chest on the descent.

"Oh what's this, Batsy? A new costume? Just for me? How sweet!"

Another fit of laughter followed, and Hawkgirl swooped down, turning that laughter into panic. She swung her mace left and right and it sent men to the ground clutching their chests and legs. She was indeed as vicious as Ladyhawk but then again she used an axe, not a mace. She grabbed the wrist of another thug and twisted it before her boot planted into his chest sending him sprawled out on the ground.

The Joker came in now with his own swing, but he was there to block it. Jack gave his twisted counterpart its due, he was quick. The fists and kicks kept flying out in a wild flurry, just as crazed as his mentality. He kept blocking, letting the Joker wear himself out. A leg swung out and Jack raised his own up, the sole of his shoe was caught between his upraised forearm and bicep. Jack rolled into the Joker and let an elbow slam into his chest and his fist go across his jaw.

A gunshot rang through the night and Jack felt his leg give out. Hawkgirl flew across, wings flowing wide and her mace smashed into the gang member's shoulder. He could still stand, but his right leg felt as if it was on fire. The Joker capitalized and stamped his heel on the ground. A boot knife hissed forth and swung. It went into Jack's side and felt his muscle go taught at the shock. He was laughing the whole time.

"What's wrong, Dark Knight? Feeling a bit woozy?"

Jack stood up, the leg still caught in his side and he brought his palm down. The kneecap popped out and the grin on the Joker's face then turned into a scowl of agony as he fell. The knife slipped out and Jack saw the small trickle of blood drip down his hip and leg. He let his cape hide it as he turned him over and cuffed him. The rest of the gang was brought out in short order and arrested by the GCPD who only received minor injury.

"Jack, are you alright?"

He looked over his shoulder at Hawkgirl who panted quietly. Her mace had some blood on it. He nodded at her, and then looked down at the prone form of the Joker. "Call the League, tell them to meet us at Arkham."

Jack and Hawkgirl were expected it seemed. The staff there assumed he was the Dark Knight, just in a different costume. They weren't too far off the truth. For awhile, Jack simply watched the Joker who laughed at his own jokes and shot petty, spiteful glances at him and Hawkgirl. He pushed his cape back to adjust his gauntlets.

"You're bleeding."

"In two places, a new record I think."

He sat down on the entrance ramp of the Javelin-7. Superman and the rest of the League arrived transported by Green Lantern's power ring. They traveled with Batman and other then him, they seemed to approve his handiwork. Seven of the gang were shipped to Arkham with the Joker due to previous history. The rest were shipped off to Blackgate as they were escapees. Bruce still gave Jack the cold, uncaring glare. Jack simply gestured to the Joker who was kicking and laughing as he was being hauled into the entrance.

"We can rule out I'm the Joker I think."

"You still are, you just don't know it yet."

"Batman, he took down your Joker and some of his gang without our help. He's good, maybe we shou-"

"No, the last we need is two Jokers in Gotham." Batman growled, stopping the Flash's train of thought cold.

Jack stood up then, ignoring the blood that leaked down his uniform. "What will it take Batman? What will it take to prove I'm nothing like him?"

"For you to not exist."

Jack's hand curled into a fist and he stormed over. Superman blocked his way and his hand was in front of him. "Don't even think about it."

"What are you going to do, Boy Scout?"

"He may be cold, but I won't tolerate you attacking him."

"…You do understand that he attacked me, right? I came to this world to warn you of the True Demons, and the thanks I receive is your Batman attacking me and accusing me of being a man so twisted, and demented that I wanted to kill him to put him out of his misery and Batman's?"

"You wanted…to kill him? Have you killed before?"

"No," Jack stated with narrowed eyes, "but it'd be so easy to. I know seeing other would be superheroes on my Earth that once you start, you cannot turn back."

"Wise words." Batman agreed. "I wanted to kill him too, but if I killed, I would become a menace."

"You have people to keep you in check." Jack pointed out.

"So it seems."

Bruce, J'onn, the Flash, and Wonder Woman went onto the Javelin-7 which left Superman and Green Lantern with Hawkgirl and Jack. "You have to understand with Batman's current… situation with Barbara he blames you for her coma."

"I would in his situation, but how was I to know?"

Superman shrugged. "You couldn't have, that's what he's failing to understand."

"Maybe I should let him thin about it then. Best not for me to seen around the Tower, I'd rather not have him and I turn it into a personal battleground."

"Where will you go then?" Lantern asked, arms folded over his broad chest.

"I don't kn-"

"I'll arrange for something near Wayne Enterprises," Batman said, "I'm sure you won't mind?"

Jack found himself gritting his teeth. "Not at all."

"Give me a few days then, shouldn't take long."

It won't take long at all if that meant you never had to see me again, Jack thought bitterly. All the while his side burned.

A change of clothes was given to him when he arrived at the massive Wayne Manor several days later. Bruce's butler Alfred was a spitting image of his own albeit less hair. He provided him with medical attention and a quick meal. Under Bruce's orders he was to be driven to the new location. Jack shifted in the back seat, not quite used to fancy cars and wearing nice clothing. He preferred just jeans and a tee shirt when not in costume.

"You don't need to worry about Master Bruce finding out of your borrowing his clothing, he has more then enough. There's plenty more within the penthouse as well. He's bought a few of them I'm afraid and seems to care more of his cave then his home."

"You must be faithful to him then."

"I've been with the family ever since he was a young boy. I try my best."

Jack watched the Gotham skyline whistle by. "He should be thankful."

"Oh he is, in his own way. Here we are Master Napier."

He wouldn't get quite used to that. With a nod of thanks and a duffle bag of clothing, and his cape and cowl over his shoulder he made his way to the penthouse. It was larger then his own by a fair margin and came with a master bathroom, master bedroom and a large kitchen with a fireplace. It seemed the Wayne money was well spent here. His fingers traced along the few pieces of art that were used to decorate the penthouse. Jack had no doubt they were indeed the originals.

It was nice to have the night off and he stripped down, his side aching and his shin protesting as he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked older then he actually was. He was fairly built, not as broad shouldered as Bruce, but he was told by his uncle he always looked good in a suit. The bathroom was fully stocked and as he rubbed at his chin he figured it would be a good time for shave, after his shower of course. The warm water felt nice on his flesh and for awhile he just leaned against the wall. He realized he was crying when he felt that bitter taste of salt in his mouth. His world was either suffering or destroyed and here he was having a shower. He stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist and methodically shaved. It was after he dried off and threw on a pair of loose hanging dress pants did he hear a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting guests. He had a dark tee shirt over his form and he made a fist in one hand as the other opened the door.

"Can I…he-"

The rest of the sentence was caught in his throat. Hawkgirl stood there with a purse in front of her held in both hands. She wore a dark dress that was tied just about her neck giving her wings the freedom of movement they needed. She wore only a bit of lipstick making her lips a bright red. Her eyes were a mischievous green. It the hair however that got his attention. She dyed it black. Tentatively his hand reached over and he let a finger play with a strand.

"Do you like it?" she asked with a wink.

"I…no... I… yes, why?"

"You said I would be a spitting image of this Lady hawk if I dyed my hair black, it took awhile, but I managed it pretty well I think."

He nodded and frowned. "You did, but why? Why did you try and look like Ladyhawk?"

"To get your attention."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You had my attention before, Hawkgirl. Just…your hair looked fine in red."

"And now?" she inquired, stepping forward and pressing a hand against his chest.

"…Breathtaking." He said softly.

She smiled softly at him. "Going to invite me in?"

He stepped back, her hand still on his chest. He was quickly on his back n the bed and she was over him, staring down at his own green eyes with hers. "Why did you dye your hair? Really? It really looked fine in red."

She smiled at him softly. "You were the first that didn't hold back."

He lofted a brow. "I find that hard to believe."

"Superman believes he's too powerful. Batman rarely is around, and when he is he's commonly not there to be social. Green Lantern I think wants me more then a team mate, J'onn is too absorbed in his Watchtower duties and Wonder Woman sees me as a sister for now."

"For now?"

She rolled her eyes. "People change day to day. I mean I thought Batman was calm and rational but the way he attacked you..."

Jack sighed and pulled back a bit, tugging her with him so he sat up in the bed partially. "We're all scared of something we don't truly understand. Batman may have seen plenty of strange things but I guess to him a 'good Joker' is impossible."

"You're not like him though."

"And?"

She smiled as she slid her form up and straddled him. He could feel her warm thighs pushing against his legs. "If you were anything like him, you wouldn't want to help us or try anything…rash."

"What do you call this then?" he mused

"Oh no, this isn't you being rash," she explained with a coy smile, "This is me wanting to take what I want."

"What you want? Have you considered asking me i-"

Her lips were pressed to his suddenly. His hands gripped her hips tightly but soon they slid up her sides and started to loosen her dress. He found a zipper and with a hand loosened it while the other traced along the base of her wings. She shuddered every time a finger passed over them. She leaned back and removed the dress as she shimmed her hips side to side. Her bust was small handfuls but perky, fitting for her frame. One of his hands passed over them, letting his fingers trace over a nipple. She bit his lip and smiled as she loosened his pants. He removed his shirt. She pushed them down and she rolled her hips. He felt warmth along his quickly hardening length. Her eyes then went to his side, and then along the rest of his scars. Her hands traced them and he winced at a few that still pained them.

"How do they still hurt?"

"Mmn, my body isn't one to forget pain."

She smiled softly. "Let's hope it doesn't forget pleasure."

She leaned down and kissed him. She tasted sweet and heavenly and a hand slid up into her now dark hair and traced through it. He felt one of her hands slide down and grip his base. She moaned softly against his lips as she guided him inside. It was a tight fit and he gave his hips a small thrust. She groaned softly into his ear, exposing her neck. He kissed and nipped along it slowly as a hand slid down, gripping her rear. The other still was in her dark wavy hair.

"You're bigger then I thought…" she whispered.

"Y-You're just tight."

"Oh? Did you just stutter?"

He grinned at her then and bit her neck. She cried out then, even as her hips started to curl and grind on his length. "Just nervous," he explained, "I didn't have too many women in my life."

"Nnh…well the rest don't know what their missing."

She leaned back away from him and laid both hands on his chest. They slowly curled into half-fists as her body curled and writhed in pleasure on top of him. Her wings were limp behind her, too focused on the pleasure it seemed. His hands gripped her hips and he ground and humped up into her in turn. He felt his own pleasure building. She then gave a loud cry and started to shudder. He felt her warmth wash along his length. He managed to hold back. Her forehead pressed to his. Her hips kept grinding and rolling against him

"I-In me Jack…please…"

It was the soft tone that did him in. He grunted and pulled her against his lips again. His orgasm struck him hard, every flex of his body he felt thick strands of his seed shoot into her sex. Her body curled in another mini orgasm as her hand slid into his auburn hair, gripping it gently. She stayed still for awhile and then peered up at him with her bright green eyes.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" she asked softy.

"No," he whispered, leaning down and kissing the top of her head, "neither of us is."