(AN: So I thought that it needed a plot twist *ahhh* so I added a new charactor to shake things up a bit! Thanks for all the comments and reads! Please continue to leave comments though...I get lonely. xD )

Jumping from building top to building top I looked around me for the Batman. He normally took his fights into the alleys to prevent unwanted attention but something in my gut told me that he wasn't gonna be in the 'normal' place. Alfred had earlier told me that Bruce left his phone behind, I assumed he didn't want me to come with but I wasn't gonna litesn start listening now.

The streetlights of Gothem made it easy to see the road and the buildings' fronts but the alleys and rooftops were nearly impossible to see clearly. I stopped on the top of Bruce Wayne Enterprises and put my hands on my hips. Where had Bruce gone?

"There's a new villian, Robin," said a husky voice from behind me. A shrill crackle of a laugh followed. I spun around and saw no one. I felt my heart pump faster in my veins and I could hear it in my ears.

"Who are you?" I asked turning again in hopes of finding the man. I saw nothing.

"Oh, you know, just a friendly neighbor," a laugh echoed off the roof tops. I turned again and again I saw nothing. I felt a finger tap my shoulder. "Over here, sweet-heart, I'm called the Joker." he laughed. I turned and saw a man with a shit-load of make-up covering his face dressed in an old suit that may have been worth something (a long time ago). Around his eyes was painted black and it made his eyes glow white in the darkness of the night, but this wasn't the scariest thing about him. He had a huge Chelsea grin. It was scared but painted over in red along with his lips making it look like he had a perminate smile. I couldn't help but stare at him. He wasn't like the other villains that I battled against with batman. His physical appearence alone made sweat form on my back and forehead.

"You look frightened, little bird," the Joker paused and licked his lips. "Is it the scars?" he came closer to me and I retreated. "Do you want to know how I got them?"

I gulped not wanting to hear. "I was in a group with these guys, you know, the big thug type," he cackled a laugh. "I was just a boy and wanting to make a quick buck," he licked his lips, "you surely know what I mean. Anyways, I found out that this precious gem was being tranferred to this museum buy this rich guy, you know the kind, big rings...bigger pocketbook. And well, frankly, a pretty worn-down liver."

The Joker came closer to me, so close I could smell him. He smelt of blood and stale smoke. "I was this close to getting the gem, this close," he put his fingers in my face to show me 'how close he was'. "But the rich guy's gem-guards caught me and brought me to the big guy. He was as totaled as a mini-van on the autobahn," he snickered at his own joke.

"Well, he came over to me and asked me why I was so scared, why I was so serious? I didn't answer." He leaned close and wrapped his arm around me and lowered his voice to a whisper, "And, birdy, I should have answered, I really should have. He came over with a huge smile on his face and asked the gaurds if they searched me. They told him 'yes' and handed him my pocket knife. The big man told me that I should learn to be less serious. He put my knife in my mouth," he touched the corner of my lips, "right here." He licked over his scars and grinned. "He cut only a tiny bit into my skin...because that is all he needed." He ran his gloved fingers over my cheeks with a laugh. "His guards beat me until the muscles in my face contracted. The tear he made tore all the way up my face," he cackled. "And now I. Am. Always. Smiling."