Name: Jonathan Edward Haydn.
Sex: Male.
Born on: October 21, 1984
Name of mother: Rosalie Baeyer
Name of father: James Haydn.
As Gordon looked at the beaten birth certificate of a little hospital in North Dakota that had closed fifteen years ago his heart pounded in his chest. That was all of the documentation that existed of the Joker. After that it was if he disappeared for nearly two decades before reappearing in Gotham to wreak havoc. No documentation of schooling, medical records, pictures or anything of the like existed to fill the twenty year gap.
His mother, on the other hand, had countless records and not one of them with the same name. As Briar Nortly she had consorted with cocaine smuggler James Haydn. As Eleanor Blum she had property in California. As Barb Dillon, Violet Henry, Diantha James, and Honey Bloom she had ties to major drug operations. As Naomi Garden: Murder. She had houses all over the country in different names and was wanted in six states under different names. While she had been ignored at the time of the incident, it was incredibly possible that she had been responsible for the bank robberies of the several banks holding James Haydn's money.
From what Gordon could figure out, no one could ever get any evidence on her. She never did anything directly and anyone willing to testify against her would mysteriously have a fatal accident. Needless to say, it wasn't too long before people stopped testifying.
Her birth certificate was also within the envelope Burton had given him. It revealed that she was born only nineteen years before her son in Gotham, Danielle Black, to Andrew and Flower Black. And they were still alive.
Gordon fought to keep quiet in his basement. He didn't want anyone bothering him. He felt like screaming. He nearly jumped three feet in the air when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and saw the bat signal blinking briefly on his phone. He immediately pressed it to his ear.
"I have everything you will need to find him. Where should I drop it off."
Bruce brought his voice down and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible as a car passed by them.
"Walk to the corner of Auvergne and 8th using the shortcut behind the factory in twenty minutes. It will be taken."
Gordon had so many questions, but, per usual, the batman didn't give him a chance voice them. He merely stowed away his phone and with a grim expression raced up the basement stairs.
As Bruce drove the dingy old Hugo he used specifically in instances such as these Batman kept an eye on the angry young man handcuffed in the backseat.
"You ain't got no right!" He insisted over and over again. "You'ze a murderer! You'ze a criminal. Jus' th'same as I iz! You'ze a murderer! You'ze a-"
"Then I wouldn't suggest testing me." He made sure to add an extra note of menace to his voice and the young man paled considerably. His freckles stood out like pimples against his ashen cheeks.
"Watchu got on me anywah?" He said a little more quietly and Batman seemed to pull a large bag of grass out of thin air. The boy's eyes widened in shock.
"Whenju even take tha-"
"Unless you want me to drag you down town with this bag stapled to your head I suggest that you shut up and listen, Reginald."
"It's Blazer."
"What?"
"My name, it's Blazer."
"Wait behind the old factory. A man will meet you there in fifteen minutes. Ask him for the Haydn files. You will then bring them to me, unopened, and disappear. Understood?"
Blazer nodded, his bright red cornrows flopping vigorously before defiance set in his shoulders. "Wha' if I jus' take dem jawns n' skip out?"
"If you think that I cannot find you, Reginald Henry Carmichael, you are sorely mistaken." Batman inwardly congratulated himself on a job well done as Blazer--Reginald--shut up. They came to a stop on George Street, less than a block away from the old toy factory. He pressed a button on his wrist and the handcuffs on the young upstarts wrists came undone.
"If you are not back in twenty the manhunt begins." With that the doors opened and the redheaded youth bounded out of the car.
Blazer quickly made his way to the old factory. Though he had been given no description at all about the man he would be meeting, he knew he would not be hard to spot. So many people had gone into the old building and never come out that not even the homeless dared to step inside in the dead of winter. He waited patiently by the fence, popping his collar and tapping his foot as the minutes ticked on.
Sure enough, about ten minutes later, a man with his hood pulled nearly over his face turned the corner. It was not long before Blazer recognized him.
Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!
Nevertheless, he walked up to the police commissioner, praying that it was not some sort of cruel joke and nearly shaking with every step he took.
"Haydn files?" He barely whispered and watched as the man pulled several large envelopes from his pocket and held them out. He grabbed them and sprinted away.
Gordon continued forward toward Auvergne and 8th and Blazer sprinted back toward Batman. He reached the car to find the window opened a crack, just large enough to slip the envelopes through. Blazer looked at this and then knocked on the window. It rolled down a fraction more and he was met with batman's cool glare.
"C-can I have my weed back?" He asked only to have the envelopes ripped from his hands and the rusty old Hugo speed away so quickly that he was nearly knocked over.
Batman sped back to the bat cave. With any luck he could get the joker that night. By dawn the end would come.
Author's Note/ Review Replies:
AN: Sorry for the long wait. On top of the usual real life crap I just had my wisdom teeth out. For a week I was in pain/ wasted off my ass and even now I'm still detoxing from the pain pills they gave me. Apparently I am more sensitive to them than most people so even a few days after I stopped taking them they are still fucking me up. A few days ago I wore shoes on my hands, clapped them together, and insisted "I am raincloud, I make thunder" for like a half an hour. Now I'm only a bit woozy. There will be one or two more chapters after this and a sequel if anyone needs one desperately. Thanks for all of your reviews. The majority of the people who read my Harry Potter fic aren't half as cool as you guys. For some of the chapters of ARTF nobody even bothered to leave a review.
Ladyvader169: Thanks so much! And thanks for the PM too. I love chatting with people.
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