A/N: Never realized how much time I had to think for this story, It's actually starting to come out as a challenge for me.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Except for the 4 Joker posters in my room.

Start From Scratch

Stupid Batman always has to ruin our plans!

I nodded my head as I kept on walking down the street. "The worst part is he took my mask for my experiments. You would think he'd want it as a souvenir."

You could just take it back, but that would mean you would have to know who the Batman is.

"Who he is?"

Out of nowhere a man holding a broken bottle came out a dark alleyway, he looked really drunk, and was stammering as he spoke. "Giv- give me, ugh, mo- money…"

I frowned at the man coming closer to me, pointing that broken glass at my face. I really didn't care how close he got because after he was about two feet away from me, I lifted up my arm, and sprayed him with my mind-altering drug.

"Ahhh!"

He fell to the floor holding his body, screaming from the drug I inflicted upon him. I would have stayed, but I had better things to do.

We need to get back to our apartment; I believe we have another problem we have to solve.

I walked away, and looked to the side, "what could that be?"

We need to figure out who the Batman is. Especially now that he seems a bit busy.

I made a turn on a corner, and ignored the people who were asking for money. "Why do we need to figure out who the Batman is? Also how do you know the Batman will be busy this time around?"

First because he stole our mask, and I don't really want to go looking around for a new one. Also I know that he'll be busy because there seems to be a new criminal starting up a ruckus in Gotham.

I smirked a little, "I wonder who that could be, but I can't waste my time wondering about some petty criminal. I already have too much on my plate, the last thing I need is a weirdo added to my list."

Good point, especially after the police realize that you escaped from one of the Batman's trap.

I frowned, just thinking about the Batman stopping my plan. Heck I frown at anything Batman related. I stopped my walking to look at a news stand. I went closer to it, and got a newspaper from it. I looked up at the sales men, and could see he was playing around with a hand held device. I turned, and took the paper with me.

"Hey you need to pay for that!"

"I already did."

"Huh?"

I turned around, and made sure he could see my face. The minute he got a good look at it he dropped his stupid hand held device, and put up his arms in defense.

"I already repaid you in not drugging you; consider yourself lucky, it might not happen again."

With that said I walked away again this time with the paper under my arm.

You should have just drugged him. Are you getting soft?

Scarecrow said the last part with a sneer.

I frowned, and scrunched up the paper in my palm. "Of course not, there was just too many people walking around, and I didn't feel like making a scene at the moment. Not after escaping the Batman's trap." Whispering the last part so no one around could hear me.

Too many people, what do you mean? That guy on the floor and the two girls walking around are considered a crowd to you.

My frown deepened just a little, and I turned another corner. "I don't want to make a scene, I don't care if it was two or one, I just want to get home, and figure out my next move."

Fine, but next time I get to drug the guy if I see him.

"Fine with me, I don't care about any of these idiots."

After that, the whole walk back to my apartment was quiet.

I made it back to my old looking apartment, which only consist of a small bed on the side of the wall, a small round table for eating, and an old looking kitchen with some of the necessities.

I silently close the door behind me, and made my way to sit on one of the chairs of the small wooden table. I grabbed my glasses that I left there, and placed them on. Then I placed down the news paper, and began scanning through the sections of the news.

I doubt there would be anything interesting.

I kept looking, and right before I was about to agree with him, a section of the news paper caught my attention. I raised my eyebrow at the picture of a man in a suit. "Harvey Dent?"

Who could that be?

I folded the paper to that one section, and tilted my head to the right. "Well, if you could let me read it, I'll tell you."

I read the whole section of the news paper, realizing two things. One: This man was a district attorney. Two: He seemed to be dating Miss Rachel Dawes.

I knitted my eyebrows together, "Rachel Dawes? Who was Rachel Dawes? It sounds familiar."

She was the girl that you hit with your toxin, and the Batman came swooping down to save her when we had her on a rooftop.

I reached for a pen on the little cup that was situated at the table, and began twirling it on my fingers. "You don't say. Ah, yes, know I remember; she's the little pest who kept complaining to me about all the trial victims I've send to the Asylum. You can't blame me for trying to get rid of her; she was a tad bit annoying." But why do I feel that Rachel Dawes might have some connection to the Batman.

What are you doing?

I ripped a small piece of news paper, and began writing down a list. "What every good doctor would do, write down their new appointments. I believe that I'm certain that two people may know the Batman, or at least have some sort of way to communicate with him." I drew a t-chart and placed the name Rachel Dawes on the left hand corner, while on the right hand corner I placed the name Gordon.

And how would this help any? All you know is that the man named Gordon only seems to know him from just police business. While the girl seems to be just a victim the Batman just so happen to saved.

While the Scarecrow went on about the reasons as to why they would know the Batman, I wrote them down in the respectful columns. "True. But wouldn't it be interesting if one of the two knew the 'Batman' a little more than just business ordeals and damsel in distress rescues. It could be plausible that the girl might know the 'Batman' a little more than meets the eye."

That would be true, but she happens to be dating this Harvey Dent character. Unless you think that he could be the Batma-

"Absolutely not." I cut him off by hitting the table with the fine point pen.

"Harvey Dent is in no way the Batman. If he was the Batman then I would have at least reacted a little to the picture of his face. I'm definitely convinced that he is not the Batman." I stated this with such certainty on my part.

The Batman did poison you with your own toxin. Little by little you will slowly start to see him for who he truly is.

The Scarecrow was right. After the Batman got me with my own toxin, I couldn't stop having nightmares of his face, of Arkham, especially those eyes…

Jonathan!

I looked up, and got out of my little day dream. "What?"

You were just thinking about him.

I scoffed at the idea, "I was just thinking about if I could just find the person with those same eyes, I would be able to figure out who this masked vigilante is."

I looked over to the picture of Harvey Dent, and took my black pen as I started to darken half of his face. Only leaving his eyes as the only thing not darkened. After I finished, I contemplated at the picture that I have just done.

I gave a small sight, "see, his eyes are nothing like the ones that I saw. You should know, you were practically inches away from his face."

He sneered at the reminder, don't mention that again. If he wasn't holding me down at the moment, I would have finished him!

I leaned back on my chair, and crossed my arms over my chest. "That's great, and all. But we still need to figure this man's identity. Possible before the week ends, I have better things to do than to rummage through all these newspapers. Not that I just don't love doing a crossword puzzle from time to time."

I guess we have one thing to do then.

"What's that?"

We'll have to go search for someone who is capable of figuring out who the Batman really is. Someone who would go the extra mile.

I raised one eyebrow in confusion, "who?"

The one who was smart enough to pull that bank heist without getting caught. Turn the page, Jonathan.

I reached for the paper, and saw that I was at the headline of the very first page. I read to myself "Bank robbed; Witness believe to have said that a man with clown make-up, and scars running on each side of his face was the person who planned this heist. Please do not make any contact with this man, he is believed to be too dangerous, and would also be considered insane. Any contact with him would be excruciating fatal." The rest was all about how you could help the police, and had phone numbers at the end of the article.

I pushed up my glasses, and made a small smirk. "Considered insane, huh, well, in that case I believe he's in need of a psychiatrist."

A/N: I just realized that I needed to go back through all the movies again, because I sadly forgot some of the important parts. It helps to find some of them in YouTube instead of placing in a movie to my laptop.

Also I would like to thank Cullen-Girl-4-Life, for reviewing this story. I hope this chapter will not be disappointing to all you readers. Please review, it is what gives me the strength to continue with this story.