Broken bones.

Sometimes not knowing something was a good thing. Edward didn't believe that but he was starting to.

He thought his childhood was bad, at least, at times, he had a childhood.

The girl on the other hand… well it seemed that her father had walked out on her and her sister when they were four, her mother looked after the two of them and then Calendar man killed her.

The twins were then taken to St Anne's Orphanage were things seemed to be okay apart from a few reports of bullying and then the parent who came to adopt Jessica was murdered in the orphanage and the twins disappeared rumoured that it was Sasha at the age of eight, Jester twin sister who killed the woman, a Mary Kenning, left a son and husband behind.

It then seemed the twins lived on the streets for a few years, then they were taken in by a group of gypsies for a year… Edward took a quick look at a fire report. Well, it seemed a low life thug nick named 'Jonny Burn' burnt to the caravans to the ground and then the twins were separated from the gypsies and where back on the streets. Edward noticed another file with 'Jonny Burn's' name on it, seemed he was found dead a year ago. He pulled the file up and grimaced at the report. He'd been given a special nerve gas it seemed, one that pulled his face into a horrifying grin, no doubt who was responsible for that. He looked back at his computer as a new report and clip from a paper, as well as Hospital documents and Police reports came up. A young girl at the age of 12 was found horrifyingly disfigured at the ACE chemical plant. Hospital reports of scaring on the skin and bleaching of all colour. The police report talked about a few injures on the girl before the accident and the fact there was similar DNA found at the scene that shared the same genetic code as the 12 year old found at the scene. DNA testing proved it to be Sasha Turner's DNA they found at the scene and that the disfigured 12 year old was her twin sister Jessica Turner. Later the girl disappeared from the hospital and then the first news report of Jester was put up. From there on, it seemed she'd been good at avoiding the police but got caught this time.

Edward leaned back in his chair and tapped his chin.

Obviously she had a very traumatic childhood…. but what had happened to her sister? Why was there DNA found at the scene but no body… wait a minute. The rumours about Black Mask's new partner was she and Jester had a history, but no one knew what it was about.

Could it be?

He set to work typing, placing Sasha Turner in his data he ran facial recognition and finger prints to see if he could find her.

Edward glanced to the side and growled in frustration. The Bat had solved another one of his riddles! It wasn't fair! He was cheating that was the only way he could be doing this, then again Jester might not of hidden some of them in the right place.

A small ding sounded and Edward glanced up to see several crime scenes containing Sasha's fingerprints… all of the crimes were preformed by Black Mask.

Well that covered that bit up. Sorrow was Sasha Turner.

But why did the two girls hate each other?

Another tone sounded, but this was different, this was signalling that Batman had found another trophy.

Edward slammed his fist on the desk. "How are you doing this?!" he yelled into the microphone. "Who's helping you?!"

He got no reply, but he noticed Batman's mouth twitched.

That pointy eared-, tone!

He growled before glancing at his other screens to see there had been no facial recognition for Sasha Turner.

Impossible. Her finger prints where at the crime scenes, she had to be there.

"Unless she was wearing a mask," Edward muttered and as far as he could remember, all of Black Mask's men wore masks.

He groaned and ran a hand down his face. This was not what he wanted.

Tone.

Oh goddamit!

Jester skipped down the halls, swinging her frying pan when she noticed Zsasz sneaking round the corner.

He smiled at her, his knife gleamed in the light as he wielded it.

Oh bother, thought Jester as she turned tail, noticing that fact Zsasz pace was picking up to get her.

"Boss J man!" she screamed as she dashed round a corner. "Tell the loony with the knife to put it down and go kill someone else!"

"Which one?" laughed Joker over the speakers.

"The one who's chasing me Boss J man sir! He's going to ruin my night if I'm cut up into little pieces of dog food!"

"Oh! That loony! Oh Zsasz! I know your work is a work of art and all, but if you harm my little Jester I will not be happy," there was a pause as Joker hissed. "And you wouldn't want me not happy would you?"

Zsasz stopped and gave Jester a glare. "You get away this time little girl, but I will cure you of this mundane existence, I will save you!"

"Yeah, thanks, but not interested!" Jester yelled back as she ran off.

Why did everyone want to hurt her? Was there a sign her boss had stuck on her back as a joke that said 'hit the Jester, win a prize'?

She paused and quickly felt round her back. Nope, there wasn't a sign.

She skipped off once more, but came across Scarecrow.

A quick flash back of what she saw entered her mind and Jester growled. No one was meant to find those parts of her mind. No one!

"Say Jonny!" she yelled as she swung her frying pan across the back of his head. "How about I give you a splitting headache! Only this one might split your head open!" she took another swing and cracked him across the head once more. "Respect your elders, that's what my mummy used to say, but I refuse to respect someone who don't respect me, no matter how old they are!" another sing cracked across his spine and bare back, leaving a cut across the bone and skin that consisted of the Scarecrow's being. "Tell me Jonny, you afraid yet?!" she screamed as she kicked him in the ribs and pushed him over with her foot.

He laughed and shook his head.

Jester grit her teeth and brought the frying pan down on his head in rapid succession and she didn't stop until he stopped crying out in pain.

She glared at the spindly being that was now battered and bloody on the floor. "Ya' should of said yes!" she yelled before running off.

What else could she do? Wait wasn't she meant to be down in the caves now? Yeah that was where she was meant to be.

She heard the door open and quickly jumped back as Batman walked through.

"Oh, hi B-man! How ya' been? Miss me?" she laughed waving at him. "God, do you ever smile?"

"Jester!" came Joker's voice over the speakers.

"Yeah Boss J man?"

"Stop teasing the Bat and get down to the caves, the boys need some help. Maybe you could knock some sense into them or knock 'em off a ledge. Hell I'm fine with either!" he laughed.

Jester nodded before grinning. "Sure thing boss J man! I'll knock some sense into them," she said seining her frying pan. "Incase I can't, any particular ledge I should knock them off?"

"Well, not the kind with a soft landing. Maybe near the sewers. I hear Croc's just dying to have a good meal. Which reminds me! I need some new shoes, Jester put it on my things to do list!"

"Before or after destroying Gotham?" Jester questioned.

"Before! No. After! No. Oh I know, right now! I'll have myself a nice pair of kevlar bat shoes!"

"I'm sure they'll look lovely with your suit," Jester commented before turning towards Batman and smirking. "Well, you heard the man! I gotta run and you gotta save Quincy! So I suggest ya' hurry up, might miss the big show otherwise and that wouldn't be good."

With that, the young girl skipped off towards intensive treatment, remember that was where she needed to be if she wanted to get to the caves.

Just as she entered intensive treatment, Joker's voice came over the speakers again.

"Well since our more… crazy friends have joined the party-," she didn't hear the rest as she entered the elevator and began to head towards ground.

As she went she spotted Jonathan crawl out of an air vent.

He was pretty beaten and he sent her a glare, to which she smiled and waved at him as she went down.

A group of Joker's men where already there, standing ready for the Bat.

"I think ol' Batsy's on his way," Jester paused as she heard the sounds of screams and the crunch of bones and then she heard Scarecrow yelling about something. "I think I'd call that a hint."

The men looked nervous, but Jester didn't care. She quickly ran through the huge iron door, remember all the hidden walk ways Edward had told her about.

When she came to the edge of the water, she pulled out her yo-yo with wire instead of string and swung it, before she let it go and hook around one of the metal pipes above the water.

She quickly tested it, pulling against the wire to make sure the pipe would hold her weight.

It did, thankfully and she swung across the gap, just missing the huge scaly hand that came up to grab her.

"Holly smokes! Waylon, I really can't be doing with this now," she moaned turning towards the giant reptile man.

He gave her a toothy grin. "I told you pop corn chicken, if you went into the sewers I'd eat ya'."

"Yeah well, it would really mess up my night and despite what you might of heard, I am rather fond of living," Jester complained waving her hands around, along with the frying pan.

Suddenly the sound of the door opening snapped them into alertness and Waylon dived into the depths of the water, before Jester hid in one of the spare pipes.

She watched as Scarecrow came running into the sewers, holding a bag in his hand.

Not a moment later, Batman came through and he examined one of the glowing roots, before Scarecrow caught his attention.

"Too late Batman, one step closer and this goes into the water!" cried Crane, placing the bag above the water. "The cave will fill with your deepest, darkest nightmares and you'll never get your precious venom roots," he laughed as he took a few steps closer to the edge.

"Don't do it Crane!" cried Batman as he began to take steps towards Scarecrow.

Jester heard a hiss above Crane's laughter as Waylon swam towards the edge that Scarecrow was standing on.

The next bit was a blue of water, scale, stitching and pure insanity. Waylon had picked Scarecrow up, holding him above his head, roaring out at Batman, then the bat threw a batarang at Waylon's electric collar and he dived back into the water, taking Scarecrow with him.

Jester sat frozen in place. Scarecrow was dead… Scarecrow was dead?!

The words echoed around her head. Why hadn't Batman done anything to stop Croc? Why?!

She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there, but when she heard an explosion and a roar from Croc, she took that as her cue to leave.

She jumped out of the pipe and ran, just as Batman shouted at her.

Jester ignored him and climbed up the old ruins, but then she turned at a whirring sound as Batarang smacked her square in the face.

She lost he balance on the pillar and fell, screaming as the walls went shooting past her as she was falling, falling, falling- black!

"What?! You did it?!" Edward slammed his hand down on the table. "Alright, you asked for it Batman, my greatest riddle for Gotham is only seconds away-!" Edward paused and listened closely to the sounds outside and his eyes widened. "Sirens… the police! You cheated Batman, there's no way you could of beaten me-!"

"Police open up!"

Edward turned towards the door and panicked. "No."

"Open the door now!" they shouted.

"No!" Edward shouted back in anger, but then the door was bashed in as police flooded his hideout.

"Down on the ground, get down on the ground now!"

"No!" Edward yelled grabbing the micro phone and yelling down it. "Tell me, how did you work out where I was?! Do you hear me?!" he screamed as the police grabbed him. "I Edward Nigma will- Ahh!" Edward cried out as one of the police smacked him round the head as he fell the floor, the rest flooded on him, beating him, kicking him the ribs. They always liked the ribs.

Suddenly the club was raised and brought down across his face and his mind went black.

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