A/N: I hope you all enjoy the ninth chapter of my story! Please leave reviews if you can, they help more then I can say.

IsaacClark: I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter! I do love putting plot twists in the story, taking it in different directions is part of the fun. Hope you like this one!

Chapter Nine: Talk of Fools

Dr. Harleen Quinzel had just finished tucking her children in and was now relaxing with her husband in front of the television. She had done it; she had managed to get her life on track. Ironically, she ended up marrying HER psychiatrist. The relationship was nothing like the one she had with he who shall never be mentioned in this household. She and her husband, John, had moved out to the outskirts of Gotham, deciding that the ruthless city was no place to raise children. Taking a sip of tea from her mug, she leaned in close to her sweetheart as he wrapped his arm around her.

"How are the kids honey?" her husband asked, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Sound asleep John," she answered, "like little angels."

John nodded and turned back the screen, watching it attentively. Of course they had been keeping updated with the return of the Joker, much to Harleen's displeasure.

"Are you sure you'll be alright? We can go to Metropolis if you want."

Harley shook her head, "I'm not going to let that madman rule my life anymore. I'm not cowering in fear from him ever again."

Her husband nodded, "Even so, if there's anything…"

"I'm fine," Harleen laughed, giving him a peck on the cheek, "but thanks for caring."

John held her closer, and was about to get a bit more intimate when they heard a ring at the doorbell.

"It's twelve at night, who could that be," he muttered to himself as he walked towards the door. Harley sat nervously watching her husband open the door with a click, hoping everything was all right.

"Hello?" John said as he opened the door, but stumbled backwards suddenly. "You… why are you here?"

Whoever was at the door pushed John aside when he tried to stop the man from entering, causing Harley to bound out of the couch. She ran over towards the door, fists up menacingly, but immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw who it was.

"Dr. Quinzel," Batman greeted in his usual stoic way, "We need to talk."

"B-man?" Harleen hadn't said that name since she was around twenty-five, it sounded strange hearing it again.

"Listen Batman, I don't know who you think you are, but my wife has done nothing wrong," John yelled; jumping back up to his feet, ready to fight.

"On the contrary, she has done many things wrong. Whether she's done something recently is yet to be seen."

John gritted his teeth, where the hell did this guy get off breaking into their house and throwing around accusations. It was because of him that the Joker was back in the first place! "Harleen doesn't have to do anything, she's a free and sane…"

Harleen cut him off with her hand and told him, "Don't worry John, I'll handle this."

"Honey are you sure?" he asked, not wanting his wife to end up in a full body cast at the end of this meeting.

Harleen nodded, so John reluctantly left the two alone in the living room.

After the door closed behind him, Harleen asked, "What can I do for you?"

"We need to talk about clowns," Batman answered in a dark and threatening voice.

"In this city, they're never funny," Harleen told him, pulling a chair up for herself.

"How, how is he back?"

Harleen's eyes suddenly began tearing up, so her to buried her face in her hands and moaned, "I knew this would get out eventually. God, this is my fault!"

"How, what did you do?" growled Batman, clenching his fists.

Harleen sighed, "Before I was declared sane, I was carrying the Joker's child. Many thought that it had been miscarriage because of how messed up the Joker was, but the child was alive. He was alive, but not well. It resembled him in every way, its red lips, its white skin, and its horrifying smile. I couldn't take raising it; every time I saw him I saw how I failed the Joker. I saw how I had let him die…"

"So what did you do?" Batman pressed again

"So I left it. Someone could have mistaken it for the spawn of the devil, but I guess it practically was. In essence, I gave birth to the anti Christ. Now that devil's come back to haunt me and the rest of Gotham. Batman, you have to stop him. No more can die because of me, please."

That was it, of course. Harley Quinn was reported pregnant before the end of the Arkham incident. The Joker's son, he was born with that same sick and twisted mind that the original had gained from a dip in the wrong chemicals.

"Batman,"

Batman looked back at Harleen, who was giving him a serious look. When he saw her eyes, he almost felt bad for her. Her eyes were old, tired, and worn out. Even though she was only in her late thirties, the years of working under the Joker had taken their toll.

"It must have been painful," Harleen continued

Batman, confused by this cryptic comment, asked, "What do you mean?"

"Having your family ripped away from you."

Batman turned away and began walking towards the door. He wouldn't be psychoanalyzed by the ex henchwoman of the Joker. He had enough things to deal with.

"Batman, are you alright? If you're depressed, you can tell me about it. I know you may not be the one that I fought all those years ago, but I learned a lot in my time of darkness."

Batman halted. She knew exactly who he was, but wasn't even holding it over him. It seemed as if Harley Quinn actually had changed. He clenched his fists tighter, trying not to think back on the night where his life changed forever.

"Batman? You can tell me if you feel sorrow for the death of your loved ones."

"I'm not sad," Batman answered, short and simple as he turned back towards Harley.

Harleen gave him a curious look and then asked, "How do you feel then?"

Sitting down, Batman looked Harley straight in the eyes, but she seemed un-intimidated by this. "What I feel doesn't matter. What matters is bringing the Joker in before people get hurt."

"But Batman, he's going to try to break you emotionally. The only way to stay strong against a mind like his is to be as stable as one can possibly become."

Batman growled, "He won't be able to get to me. I won't let that sick, demented man drive me over the edge."

"Are you really stable? After your Dad and sister died, have you ever been the same. I believe you feel guilty for something that was out of your hands completely."

Batman glared at her, making sure Harleen knew to choose her next words carefully, lest she invoke his anger.

"Do you feel guilty?'

"No," he growled, "I'm not guilty. I'm angry."

Harleen Quinzel nodded, listening to him as she would one of her normal patients. The Batman (or Batmen) was by far one of the most complex personalities she had ever seen, even rivaling the Joker's. The first Dark Knight's ability to keep himself under control was uncanny and his willpower was almost godlike. Was this new Batman as motivated and steadfast as the last?

"Well Batman, I…" she was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of a little boy's voice.

"Woah, it's Batman!" said Jack, her ten-year-old son. The boy ran down, as excited as a little kid could possibly get, and jumped on the couch next to his mother. "Mom, you never told me you knew Batman!"

Harleen smiled softly and ran her hand through his hair, "Yes honey, he and I are… old friends."

"This is so cool!" Jack mused, unable to contain his happiness.

Batman almost smiled when he saw the young boy grin widely, but he stopped himself as to avoid breaking character.

"Batman, what's it like when you're flying over the city?"

Batman thought carefully, and then responded, "Terrifying."

Jack's eyes went wide with amazement, "So you get scared just like me?"

Batman bent down, leaning on one knee in front of the child, and told him, "Everyone gets scared sometimes, even me. The fact that we are afraid isn't what's important, it's how we handle our fear."

Jack nodded, a huge smile still plastered to his face. Harleen was also smiling, glad that her children were looking up to someone so virtuous. "Alright Jack," she told him, "it's time for you to go back to bed."

"But mom, I want to stay here with you and Batman!" he pouted, crossing his arms and looking angrily at his mother. Batman pulled a small batarang out of his belt and gave it to Jack, then said, "Listen to your mother Jack, believe me she knows what's best."

Jack sighed in disappointment and headed back up to his room, muttering to himself about how much he hated his bedtime. Harley laughed a bit, while Batman stayed stoic and silent.

"So the Bat does have a heart."

"Harleen, I need to know what I'm up against," Batman told her, trying to drive the conversation back to where he had originally intended it to go.

"I'm sorry Batman, but I can't really help you. The Joker is as unpredictable as he is dangerous. Even after years of staying with the first one, I still don't know how his kind of mind thinks. He'll let you know when he wants to be found, and once he does you better be prepared to endure the storm. You cannot let your emotions rule you. You have to stay as distant as possible, it's the only way to stop him."

Batman nodded, it was just as he thought; the Joker was practically untraceable, even by his own mother. He was just going have to wait until the Joker made his next move.

Batman began to exit the house, when he stopped abruptly and turned back towards Harley. "Dr. Quinzel, I hope you and your family have a peaceful life. You deserve it after all you've been through."

Harleen nodded, "Good Luck Batman."

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Christian sat at the batcomputer looking through the reports with Eve and Kara, who was helping Christian as much as she could, frantically trying to find the Joker. They had been up all night reading over the case files and everyone except for Christian was almost out of steam. It had been a tiring an emotional night, especially for Kara.

Apparently after Batman had been flung off the side of the building the three Titans began terrorizing the crowd, snapping and stomping on people left and right. Kara had arrived as Superwoman to fight against the three monsters, but missed the Joker when he made his escape.

"How could I have let him go!" Kara said through gritted teeth, slamming her hand on the table she was sitting at, causing it to snap in half.

Christian ignored the property damage and continued on his work. Dr. Qunizel had suggested he stay as emotionally detached from the situation as possible, so that he couldn't be thrown for a loop by the maniacal clown.

Even with his effort though, it was hard to control his seething anger. Before the Joker had escaped, he had taken about thirty or forty hostages with him. What was even worse was amongst those hostages was his good friend and Kara's boyfriend, Jimmy Olson. He had let that madman take someone whom he considered to be practically family, even if he was with a woman he lo… no not that, never that.

Kara continued to kick pieces of the metal table in frustration, and finally Christian signaled for Eve to try and calm her down. He turned back to the batcomputer and watched all the cameras he had set up silently. This situation could not get out of control, and he had to keep himself under control. At this point, Kara was too close to the incident and he was going to have to pull her off the case. While it may put him in an even worse position with the league, it didn't matter now. The Joker was on the loose, which meant nothing else mattered at the moment.

He heard the click of Eve's high heels coming down the stairs, the sound resounding through the cave. Christian swiveled his chair around to face her, and was surprised to see how exhausted she was.

"Eve, are you alright?"

Eve glared at him and told him angrily, "Mr. Wayne I haven't gotten a minute of sleep and just had to comfort an upset woman, how do you think I feel?"

"Point taken," Christian answered, turning back to his work so he wouldn't aggravate Eve any more.

As he stared at the screen, he felt a shiver go down his spine. It was a cold and unnerving feeling, as if an angry deity was watching him. This could only mean one thing; Eve was still glaring at him. Christian turned back around nervously and saw she was indeed giving him the evil eyes from behind her pointed glasses. Eve's skunk eye was enough to make a fully-grown timber wolf tuck its tail under and slink away whimpering. Even his father, the original Batman, used to tell him how scared he was of that glare. Christian was not going to show weakness this time, he would stand up to the stare.

"Yes?" he gulped, trying to keep a tough front up.

"You know she's still upstairs crying, right?"

Christian gave her a skeptical look, "Didn't you deal with it?"

This response only caused Eve to look at him more angrily, which shut him up pretty quickly. "Mr. Wayne, she's your best friend, maybe even more then that! If she means that much to you, you're going up there to comfort her yourself!"

Christian groaned, he really did NOT have time right now to deal with relationships. He had a psychotic murderer on the loose; an upset woman was the least of his problems. Kara may mean a lot to him, but if the Joker was to be found and brought in, he was going to have to focus on the task at hand. At any minute, that madman could strike, taking the lives of thousands of innocent civilians. With the capacity of cruelty and pure evil the clown had, who knew what he would do?

"Mr. Wayne, I know that look. It's the 'there are more important things right now' look," Eve scolded him, "You may be my boss, but I'm ordering you to go up and deal with your problems. You can't just shut the people who care about you out like this. She needs you right now."

For some reason, that last sentence resonated with him. Christian remembered how after his dad and sister's death no one had stayed with hi. They had left him at his time of need. Those had been some of the loneliest days of his life; no one should ever be left like that after tragedy strikes. Christian sighed in defeat, his conscious had gotten the better of him.

"Do you mind keeping watch," Christian asked Eve, standing from his chair.

Eve smiled proudly and answered, "Of course Mr. Wayne."

Christian walked out of the bat cave and just followed the sound of Kara's sobs until he found her in his guest bedroom. She turned her head towards him when she heard him, giving him a good look at her face. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her cheeks glistened from her tears.

"It was my fault…" she said softly, burying her face in her arm again.

Christian pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, "I'm sorry Kara."

"I let the Joker get away with him, I let him down. How could I have not noticed him slipping away with FORTY hostages!"

Christian put his arm around her and pulled her close, "Kara you were doing your best. You tried to stop those creatures from killing all those civilians and he escaped in the mayhem."

"But I'm Superwoman for God's sake! I should have been stronger, faster!"

Christian suddenly saw something he had never seen in Kara before, himself. Was this what it was like to be on the other side of his warpath? He was determined he wouldn't let Kara become what he had turned into; he wouldn't let her get sucked into the vortex of depression and anger that had swallowed him.

Taking Kara by the hand, he lifted her chin and looked her dead in the eyes. "Kara, I promise you, I will stop him."

Kara looked into Christian's empty eyes and whimpered, "Do you promise?"

"I'll save him Kara, I won't let you don't. Not again."

Kara nodded and sniffed, "Thank you Christian."

Christian let go of her hand, sitting back in his chair. A strange, but peaceful silence descended upon them as he watched Kara wipe her tears away from her eyes. She really was beautiful, but she wasn't truly his.

Now, with the return of the Joker, Christian realized she might never be his. The fact was, the ball had been started rolling, and there was no way it would stop now. Until Gotham was truly safe, he couldn't stop being Batman, which seemed like an impossible mission. She was still the what if of his life. The what if that he would have to eventually forget.

"Christian, how do you do it?"

Christian turned towards her, a bit confused by her question, "How do I do what?"

"How do you stay so calm and sane at times like these?"

Christian grimaced and looked towards his feet, "I don't."

He knew very well that he wasn't in his right mind; in fact he was probably completely insane. That's what allowed him to endure the pain and the psychological torment; his mind was already a wreck. In terms of psychosis, he didn't have much left to lose.

"You know they're going to come after you if you don't stop, right?"

Christian nodded, the league had sent four people to try and talk him out of his mission; now they won't be ignored. "and where will you stand with when the fight begins?"

Kara lowered her eyes to the ground; she obviously had now idea. Christian didn't feel bad making her choose sides though; what the league was doing was wrong and corrupt. He would not allow the league to stop him from protecting Gotham just because some government officials were upset. "Well?"

"Christian, you know my duty is to the country before you…"

Figures, Kara had grown up with Clark's parents, so she had the mind of a patriot drilled into her mind. Not Christian though, he had grown up around lies and had his family ripped violently from his hands. He had learned something that many in his situation never learn, harsh cold reality. "and my duty is towards the people of Gotham before the select few who happen to hold power."

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Batman stood atop the Gotham City News broadcast tower, listening in on the city below. From the top of the skyline, he could witness the city in all its nocturnal beauty. For such a dangerous time in Gotham, the city looked surprisingly peaceful from above, so peaceful one might not even suspect there was a mad clown on the loose. The neon lights lit Gotham up like a Christmas tree, a glow that might rival heaven itself. But Batman didn't admire the view city as a normal man might have. When he looked down upon it he only saw one thing, how filthy it was. His blinders were set so that all he noticed was the criminals that ran the streets and the citizens that had become victims of the greedy and the powerful.

Batman let himself fall of the tip off the tower, feeling the wind whip around his face as he plummeted towards the ground. He could feel the cold air biting his exposed lips, the pain almost made him feel alive. His arms went out, expanding the cape and allowing him to glide effortlessly across the city. This was his addiction, the danger and risks he took as Batman. While he would never admit it to anyone, he loved the adrenaline rush of a fight. He loved the heart pumping terror of the fall.

As he glided, he scanned through all of Gotham, patrolling for any trouble that may arise. Ever since the Joker had returned to his layer, there seemed to be a dip in crime. Criminals were now questioning if it was worth it to play this game, especially with someone as insane as the clown prince of crime. It was the uneasy calm before the storm. In the end, the most insane would be the only ones willing to continue crime.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Batman tilted hard left towards the sound of the scream. As he got closer to the noise, he could he more people screaming, what the hell was going on? He landed on the roof of an apartment across from the source of the screams, the Gotham City Park.

A green fog covered the entire area, causing mass panic and commotion from the civilians. Batman quickly switched on his breathing apparatus, causing a glass screen to cover up the exposed part of his face. Air began pumping through the cowl as Batman jumped down into the fog.

When he entered the thick green cloud, he found it extremely difficult to see. Switching on his infrared vision, he scanned the area for any possible sources where the green gas may be coming from. His search efforts he soon found where being hampered though by the loud yells coming from the civilians.

"Oracle, are you getting this?" Batman growled over his radio link

"If you are referring to the large chemical bomb explosions that are being shown on the evening news, then yes, I am." Eve answered

Batman finally got a fix on one of the dispensers and ran through the thick green fog towards it. As he got closer to the gas canister, he heard something odd. The people's screams were turning into uncontrollable laughter. Batman looked around in confusion, what was happening to them?

Suddenly, something bumped into his back. Spinning around instinctively, Batman found himself face to face with a laughing civilian. The poor man was laughing so hard he could barely breath, his skin turning white and his pupils becoming small dots. Batman immediately recognized this affliction as the same one that had killed the host of the media awards. He watched helplessly as the man literally laughed himself to death, gasping for are and sometimes choking out cries for help.

Picking up one of the gas dispersing machines, Batman scanned over it quickly, sending an image to Eve.

"Oracle, I've found the device used to expel the chemicals into the air. Victims exposed to the chemical are forced into fits of laughter, causing them to asphyxiate and die. Side effects of the gas are pale white skin and extremely dilated pupils."

Batman sent her a picture of the man who had just suffocated in front of him. He heard Eve gasp in horrer over the inter comm.

"My God, that's terrible…"

"I'm going to see if I can deactivate the dispersers and stop the chemical from spreading. While I'm at it, I need you to dig through the old files and try and find a cure for the gas."

Batman then switched off his communicator and turned back to the canister. He tried to use the valve on the side of the container to switch it off, but it was no use, he needed a better way. With a hard punch, he bent the metal nozzle of the canister, causing it to clog up and stop shooting the dangerous gas into the air. Setting his cowl to scan for objects with a shape similar to the first gas disperser's.

As Batman searched for and jammed each one of the Joker gas canisters, the frustrating feeling of failure came over him again. Everywhere he walked, the sidewalks were strewn with the dead, all with terrifying smiles plastered to their face. The Joker had spared no one; even his own henchmen lay dead on the ground. The sickening sound of choked laughs filled the air, ringing in Batman's ears. He had to focus, remember what Dr. Quinzel told him. He had to emotionally detached. He couldn't let this madman get to him.

As he approached the last and largest of the canisters, he noticed four heat signatures guarding it. The Joker had placed four of his men, all wearing gas masks, around the main container. Batman knew he had to be careful, if one of the bullets punctured the walls of the canister, the resulting leak would make the damage irreversible. He had the advantage of sight though, the green cloud would make it extremely difficult for the gunmen to see him coming. All he had to do was stay out of sight.

Batman moved silently through the blinding fog, weaving behind and around the armed thugs without them even knowing. Once he spotted an opening, he jumped on it. From behind, he snaked his arms around the clown's neck and flexed, choking him into submission. Batman pulled the thug's unconscious body into the bushes and then moved on to the other three.

Two thugs were standing back to back with each other; it was foolish to think they were safe. Batman shot his batclaw out and latched on to one of the gunman's chest. With a powerful tug, he pulled the man into a clothesline, knocking him out with the forceful impact from his gauntlet. Before the other armed man could even pull the trigger, Batman swung his forearm into the barrel of the gun. Batman caught the tip of the firearm in-between the edges on his glove, pointing the gun away from the canister. With a single powerful, jaw-breaking uppercut from his free hand, Batman knocked the thug to the ground. Before he could move towards the last clown, he heard a loud voice.

"Freeze Batfreak! I'll shoot, I swear!"

Batman turned around and saw the last gunman pointing a pistol at him. The man's knees were quaking, eyes wide in fear; he obviously was scared that he didn't have control of the situation. The man was right; he didn't have control.

Batman walked towards him slowly and confidently, the clown not daring to shoot.

"Stay back, I'm warning you!"

Batman got within arms length of him and looked down angrily. Taking hold of the gun's muzzle, he put the barrel right on his head. Breathing calmly, he uttered one command.

"Go ahead, shoot me."

The man shivered and sweated, but still didn't pull the trigger. Batman continued to hold the gun up to his forehead, as if challenging fate itself. "Do it, pull the trigger, take my life."

For some reason, the man just couldn't. Batman's confidences and intimidation had worked; he was so willing to put his life in danger that it even scared an insane man with a gun. In one swift movement, Batman smacked the gun out of the man's hand and let loose a devastating punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of the clown. The gunman lay on the ground wheezing, gasping for air as Batman stood back and then gave the nozzle of the main distributer a powerful punch.

"Hello? Hello is this thing on?"

Batman turned towards the voice and noticed it was coming from a small radio strapped to one of the Joker's henchmen. "Hello? Bats I know you're there!"

Picking up the radio, Batman growled into it, "What do you want."

"Hehehehehehe, is that any way to treat a friend? C'mon Bat's, what'd ya think of my pre-party blow out! Or blow up I should say, hehehehehehehehe!"

"I'm going to hunt you down," threatened Batman, gripping the radio tightly

The Joker cracked up, "Ohohoho Bats I'm counting on it! Look around you, isn't it great? Everyone's got a smile!"

"You've killed hundreds of innocent people, there's nothing funny about it."

"Yeesh Bats," Joker laughed, "why so serious? You need to loosen up a bit or you won't be ready for the big fiesta!"

"What big fiesta!?" Batman demanded, what the hell was the Joker planning?

"Oops, let that one slip. Got a little excited there Bats, but then again who wouldn't? Ahh the fun we're going to have! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!"

Batman crushed the radio with his bare hands, and then threw the broken machine on the ground. The Joker was planning something big, but what? Not much could overshadow this attack; Batman couldn't even be sure of how many people were killed in this random act of violence, all just to deliver a message. Rage began flowing through his body like a roaring river, the Joker had to be stopped.

Then, Batman noticed something attached to the henchmen. It was a identification card for the New Jersey state government (I looked it up and apparently that's the state Gotham is in). Someone on the state level was involved; the Joker had the government on payroll!

Batman's anger peaked, causing him to give the downed thug a hard kick to the ribs. How could someone in the government betray his or her own people like this! He wasn't going to stand for this; it was time to pay the state government a little visit.

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"Harley!"

Harley walked towards the Joker, dressed in a black and red blouse with lace. She was aware that the Joker very well knew her real name wasn't Harley, but he told her time and time again, "If a joke ain't broke, don't fix it."

Her real name was Haley Queen, which was what made the Joker take an interest in her. So she let him call her Harley as long as he stayed with her. Of course she would do anything for the one who brought her out of her dull, mundane life, and showed her a whole new world. When Harley reached his armchair, she bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and asked, "What is it Mr. J?"

"How are the party favors coming along?"

"Just fine Mistah J, the boys are almost ready for your grand fiesta!" she reported bubbly. The Joker smiled widely, obviously pleased by this news. Harley almost flinched when she saw his wicked smile, not out of fear but out of awe. She knew how important it was to execute this attack perfectly, it would mean their heads if they didn't. Joker made sure to express the importance of keeping the running gag. She wasn't quite sure what he meant, but just assumed it had to do with living up to his father's legacy. That's what it seemed to be about these days. With a new Batman, comes a new Joker, it only made sense.

"Hehehehehe! What fun we're going to have, bring me the gas…"

Harley picked up several large canisters containing Joker venom laced with another dangerous chemical. When she handed two of them to him, he giggled happily. "Bats is gonna bust a gut when he hears this one!"

"You're mad!"

Joker turned towards the brave hostage who had stood up to him. Harley watched nervously as Joker walked to the red haired man, giggling menacingly.

"You're quite brave aren't you?" he said teasingly, pulling out a small razor from his pocket, "to bad brave hostages aren't very funny…"

As Joker placed his knife at the hostage's neck, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong Mistah J?" Harley asked, confused as to why her sweetie hadn't ended the man's miserable life yet.

"Harley don't you see, this man's famous!"

Harley took another look at him, and then recognized his face as well. "Oh yeah, you're that Jimmy Oleson guy, the one that runs the Daily Planet! Mistah J and I love the cartoons you put in there!"

"Quite right pooh," Joker laughed, "well I'd feel bad killing off a big shot like you with just a simple slice to the throat! No, you can play a more spectacular role, but what should it be…"

"He's the prodigy of that one lady Lois Lane, maybe he has connections with the super family," Harley suggested hopefully

Joker shook his head and muttered, "no, no, the super powered men and women in tights can't get involved yet… Aha! I've got it!"

Jimmy struggled as Joker and Harley grabbed is arms and dragged him away from the rest of the hostages. "Stop struggling Jimmy boy! You're gonna be one of the starring roles!"

A/N: Jimmy shouldn't have opened his mouth... Anyways, plz review and if you really liked it, add it as a favorite!