A Beware the Batman fanfic – Bring on the Badguys!
Written by WDCain Man

Disclaimer: Batman was created by Bob Kane and owned by DC Comics, which is owned by Warner-Brothers. No money is being made with this story. No profit is being made from this fanfic.

I got a luke-warm response from the first chapter but at least it was all positive. I have plenty of other ideas here. The concept here? With Katana as Batman's partner, who should be Anarky's? Read on to find out!

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Bring on the Badguys!

Part Two:

Pierrot Lunaire

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It was night time in beautiful Paris. Two groups of dangerous men were beneath the Eiffel Tower. One look could tell that they were mobsters from opposing factions.

"We cannot continue this stupid fighting between us, Pierre."

"I agree, Jéan-Luc. If we both were killed, every two-bit gang would go to war to fill the power vacuum. The streets would red with blood."

"We owe it to our beautiful City of Lights to maintain the status quo and keep it safe and orderly."

"Good, Pierre, good. Let us conclude these peace talks with dinner at Gusto's for fine ratatouille. Let us even bring our bodyguards." Jéan-Luc chuckled happily. "Yours looks ready for a meal. Why, I even see one asleep on the ground. And another! And… a third one just hit the ground. Oh, dear."

"Pierre! We are under attack!"

They went back-to-back with their guns drawn as all their guards hit the ground.

"Sniper! Hit the dirt!" Jéan-Luc yelled.

"No wait! There's no blood! Our men haven't been sniped; they're out cold! Someone's skittering about and beating them unconscious!"

"Impossible! We would have heard something! Who can be this quiet?"

Their firearms were cut in half, the only sound being the barrels hitting the ground. Both backed away in a sad attempt to escape but immediately froze once they saw who was attacking them.

A mime. A sexy one at that. She wore black gloves and booties while dressed in a skin-tight white full body leotard with black puff balls running from her navel and ending just above her breasts. On her head was a black diamond engraved white pointed cap with black trim and a black poof ball on top and a long black scarf around her neck. She twirled a wicked looking knife with one hand and waved hello to the crimelords with the other. There was a smile on her chalky white face. The mime pirouetted in a circle, chin-kicking both in the spin.

"Stupid clown!" Pierre swung angrily and missed as the girl bobbed and weaved around them both.

Crack. Two sounds at the same time. The two bosses dropped lifelessly by their unconscious bodyguards. All that was left was silence.

Until someone started clapping. She looked skyward and high up the Eiffel Tower was a grinning man dressed all in white.

"Amazing work! Simply spectacular! But then what else would be expected from Pierrot Lunaire, the deadliest assassin in all of France?"

Pierrot Lunaire pointed at her smiling fan and beckoned him to come down to meet her. Her mysterious applauder leapt down, swing off the Tower's steel bars as skilled as herself before landing right next to her.

"The skills you have… send shivers down my spine!" He walked around her, a childlike creepy smile on his white-etched face. "The City of Lights is only made… grander with you here to ignite a mob war. The chaos, the blessed mayhem, is bliss itself."

The clown girl gave him a serous stare that boiled down to 'tell me what this is about or I'll strangle you with your own cape.'

He smiled and gave an overly-exaggerated bow. "Madam, I am Anarky. Your employer and… I hope… future partner."

Her answer was a curious stare that asked for more answers.

"Yes, I put the hit on these two dead busybodies just to see your performance. These were the most powerful mob men in the city, no one else could come this close. Except you." He whisked his cape and pulled a suitcase hidden behind him. He opened it up to show millions in Euros.

Pierrot Lunaire snatched the suitcase before the crazy man in the cape took it away. She turned to dash but Anarky jumped in front of her.

"Please do wait, mademoiselle. All your life, you've… preformed your art to make a living. I offer you something far more valuable than money: The opportunity to perform your art for the sake of art!"

The assassin stopped in her tracks and looked at him curiously and eager for him to continue.

"So many brilliant artists starve themselves to death, never knowing the recognition that comes after death. But by my side, you will be acknowledged as the greatest female artist of all time. As civilization burns and its shallow leaders fall, people will look up and see us together, the slayers of order." He extended his gloved hand. "So, beautiful Pierrot Lunaire, do you want to be famous?"

Her smile was cool as they shook hands, partners in crime.

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End Part Two…
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Yep, I invoke rule 63 and did a gender-swapped of an existing character. I had to. I went through every female Batman villain that could serve as Anarky's partner. I knew it had to be a woman and dressed in white to mirror Katana but the only one I could find was White Rabbit who I will NOT use out of sheer hatred for the stupidity of her character.

I really couldn't find anyone else. I actually settled on a male baddie in white but I still couldn't find one. I was actually re-reading Batman R.I.P. when I really took notice of the mime assassin of the Club of Villains. I gave up and just settled on him, disappointed that I couldn't find a lady villain. But that very night I went on the deviantART account of MarioChavez and saw a new drawing he did of a sexy mime twirling a knife. He titled it 'Lil Clown' and I knew I found my character for the chapter. I based lady Pierrot Lunaire on that drawing so check it out if you want to see what this baddie looks like.

These two would make a good match. Both are very good at what they do. Their colors are the opposite of Batman & Katana. And they have opposite personalities: Anarky being so talkative and Pierrot being silent, a super villain version of Jay & Silent Bob. It wouldn't be too challenging to have mime girl having her own character without speaking; that's what body language is for. I know people would quip that not only is Anarky a cheap Joker clown but Pierrot is a poor man's Harley. But I don't care. I love the show and I'm praying to Heaven that it doesn't get cancelled.

I hope you enjoyed the story and leave a nice review!