Music filled the air, bouncing around the large room and around the other parts of the warehouse. In the middle of it all was a woman dancing franticly, though beautifully, around the tables and chairs. Her mind was far away from the guns and swords and knives she's been cleaning for hours. Her short black hair swung around her, the streak of lightning blue shimmering in her dim storage lights. Yes, she was far away, not even hearing the sound of a speeding semi heading straight for the warehouse wall she had her stereo on. It was just her and the music.

BAM!

Avis was brought out of her music trance in the blink of an eye, showered with bits and pieces of concrete and metal. She automatically ducked, as most would, covering her head with one hand and grabbing her ankle gun with another. As soon as the dust began to settle, Avis shot up and aimed for the man stumbling out of the totaled truck. The only thing that kept her from pulling that trigger right away was the purple trench coat and the smell of death in the air.

"Joker?!" She called out, lowering her gun. "You could have ruined my gear! I'm not fucking Bruce Wayne ya know!" Joker coughed and leaned on the ruble of a near by table.

"Sorry, Acey, but I found this in the mail." He threw her the blade, while Avis was picking up her katana sword. None the less, she still caught it mid-air. Looking down at it, she smiled, and held the butterfly knife fondly.

"I remember the day you named me that." She stated, showing the ace of hearts to her greasepaint-covered friend. "It was also the day you told me you were going to Gotham." She tucked the card into his vest, her hand lingering on his chest. Joker smiled while Avis sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

In a flash, Joker had her arm twisted unpleasantly behind her, making her now able to touch the base of her skull. Avis grunted as she adjusted to the flare of pain from her arm. She blew the hair out of her eyes and smiled, feeling the adrenaline kick in.

"You know, I really thought that we were past this whole 'not touching you' thing." Avis painted, stomping on her old friend's foot and elbowing him in the solar plexus. With the wind now knocked out of him, Joker wheezed for a minute, giving Avis the upper hand. "We did date for, what, four-five months? Not to mention we grew up together."

"Yes, yes, and true, but you know me. Insane and all." Joker bantered, throwing a lazy grin her way. The gun in his hand was loaded and pointed at his ex, and is not surprised to find a similar pistol in his face, also loaded. As if trained both shot, but at the last possible second moved the barrels over to the buildings' ceiling.

Large metal pieces came crashing down beside them nether one of them doing so much as blinking at the impending danger and loud erupting noise. In fact, they relished in the fear of death, embraced it. If you looked closely, you could see them closing their eyes for a spilt second and smiling big, ugly grins.

"We've got a lot to talk about." Avis declared, opening her laptop, which showed various pictures of The Scarecrow, who recently broke out, a terrorist called Bane, and an unknown guy in a doctors' coat. Joker nodded and set down his gun.

"Let's get down to business."

Batman jumped across rooftops, reveling in the cold night air. An ache on his jaw line sent pain through his being, delighting him in the most horrible way. Alfred had been on his ass about the mystery caller, who it was and how they knew about Batman. But Bruce just played it off, smiled and then went to bed. The truth was, he knew all about the caller. Avis Cordova, an old classmate from his forensic psychology class at Cambridge University. They had a lot in common.

The Bat signal lit up the night sky like a torch in a dark cave. Only, it wasn't coming from atop of the GCPD building. It was crudely drawn, one side longer than the other and barely looked like a bat at all. But the Dark Knight still glided through the air, finally arriving at the light's origin, a warehouse in the Narrows.

It looked in fairly good shape, as if only recently abandoned, except for the gaping hole on the far east side. A totaled truck lay wasted in the parking lot, it's front almost flattened up to the windshield. Whoever was in the driver's seat was most certainly killed, if not seriously maimed.

"Bats, come in!" A woman called from behind him, walking out of the new entrance to greet him. Bruce cursed himself for not being more vigilant with his surroundings. In fact, ever sense his last battle with Joker his mind has been in the gutter. He just can't get that damn clown out of his head...

Avis had her hair up in a clip with a small strain of blue dangling by her cheek. The combat boots she was wearing echoed in the silence, along with the swooshing of her blue jeans and the soft whoosh of the wind. She had more scars than he remembered, with an 'x' shaped one below her right eye and several on her upper arms, exposed by her black T-shirt.

Batman slowly walked in to find a living area with couches and desks. Tech equipment, cards, and Chinese take-out containers were scattered around them, along with some blankets and pillows. Over in the far left he could see guns and swords of all kind.

"Sit, sit! We have much to discuss." Avis offered, "Hell, have some General Tso's chicken for all I care. I can tell you're hungry." Grabbing her drink, she took a long, loud slurp. It's funny how she can look so beautiful but eat so ugly. "Just don't touch the egg drop soup. That's mine."

"I think I'd rather not." Bruce answered, still looking around. There should be another person here, by the amount of food. An eerie wind blew through the place, making the chains above them clink together. A soft breath behind him told him what he needed to know. They were not alone.

"Sorry Batsy, she's still new to town. Doesn't know how you roll yet." That voice. He could hear a chilling laugh, one that almost made him shiver, and heard a whisper in his ear. "Turn and see your new partner, darling."

Bruce turned around as fast as he could, his cape whirling around him as he threw a blind punch. Unsurprisingly, his fist hit air, the man disappearing before the punch was even swung. Slowly, the painted man came out from the darker part of the warehouse and took a bow. Batman's worst nightmare come to life. Him.

"You remember Joker, right?"

"Do you have what I asked for Dr. Crane?" The man asked, his Russian accent lacing all his words. The mask was very distracting but he must say, it does add a bit of mystery.

"Do you have what I asked for?" Scarecrow asked, tapping on the table impatiently. The man smiled and picked up a large briefcase beside him. He quickly undid the clasps holding it together and slid the case over to the masked man.

"Seventy-five thousand dollars in cash. Half now, half when the job is over." The other spoke, picking up another briefcase. The scrawny man across from him smiled under his mask, and shut the case.

"Dr. Strange, I believe we have a deal."

"Excellent. You'll meet your partner tomorrow."

Edit: 7/20/13

A/N:

Me- I'm baaaaaaack! Hi everyone. I'm sorry I haven't uploaded lately but I've been going through some writer's block.

Joker- A couple shots will clear that right up!

Me- I'm fourteen, Joker. I can't drink yet.

Joker- I wasn't talking about those kind of shots but they work too.

Me- *sighs* Anyway, I have an idea about where I'm going with this but I'm still stuck. I want to thank those people (however small) that are following my story. When I saw that I almost cried. Literally. It means a lot. But I would like some reviews too, it gives me ideas, tells me what you like and what I need to improve, all that fun stuff.

Joker- I'll give you a review: You suck.

Batman- I think she writes beautifully.

Me- Thanks, Bats. Anyway, thanks for the follows, please review, and have an awesome day.

Avis- Favorite too, you jackasses!

Me- Avis!

Avis- Yes, I'm apart of this little group now too. My part in this story will be explained soon enough but for now, you have to deal with it.

Joker- *whispering to me and Batman* Why can't you two be cool like her?

Avis- So until this, *points to me* geek gets her head out of her ass-

Me- Hey!

Avis- You're just going to have to wait for this awesome story to continue. Until that happens stay crazy, be lazy, and love Batman and Joker. Cue the fireworks!

*firecrackers start exploding in my room*

Mom and Dad- Arabelle!

Joker, Batman, Avis, and Me- Shit.