Disclaimer: All characters/properties belong to DC, with the exception of Magda and Jim. I'm finally trying a little action. Enjoy!

I didn't sleep soundly, and woke up in a cold sweat. While having breakfast I overheard two of the thugs discussing tonight's events. "I think I heard the boss say he was going to let the new girl do his introduction at the event tonight. Lucky her." I put my spoon down in my cereal bowl with a loud clatter. They looked my way then slowly got up and exited the room. I hope they weren't right because I wasn't ready to be the center of attention. Last thing I needed was to be hated because someone was playing favorites. My stomach sank.

I needed to pass the time and get my mind off tonight. I skipped lunch, and went straight to the gym. I put on a pair of gloves at took my frustrations out on the punching bag. My mind wouldn't stop racing. I can't stay here forever. Maybe after tonight I can just run away. Maybe they won't find me. I stop punching because I'm out of breath. Throwing my fists down, the gloves slide off. I took another shower and for the moment my thoughts cleared.

It was five o'clock and already dark outside. The party started at seven. Two vans pulled up outside and Harley came crashing through the front door. "Time's a wastin boys! Grab a weapon and get in." As we lined up to the armory, I was amazed at how many guns there were. It seemed like more than before. When it was my turn I decided on a common looking firearm. I heard Jim pipe up behind me. "Good choice, that's a Ruger 1911. Reliable." I took that as a good sign so I grabbed an extra ammo clip and shoved it all in the waistband of my pants. The van was crowded. They were trying to move twenty people with two vans. I stuck close to Jim because he made me feel safe. "Calm down kid. I can smell the fear on ya."

I looked up to him. "Funny I'd expect Dr. Crane to say that."

He let out a chuckle. "Your a fast learner kid."

The van stopped and I let out a deep breath. The driver spoke into his radio. "Cover all exits? Bring the rest through the kitchen? Sure I'll get her out. Eight your up! The boss wants to give you a pep talk." The doors opened and Jim to nudged me until I got up. Stepping down from the back I took a look around. I saw someone out of the corner of my eye wave me over. A goon with an assault rifle beckoned me, so I followed. He led me around half of the building, and sure enough the Joker was at the end of our path.

He welcomed my presence with arms open. "That was quick my dear! We are doing something special tonight. Usually Jim gets to do my entrance, but I changed my mind at the last minute. It's your time to shine!"

I looked at him confused. "So what do I do?"

He lets out a chuckle. "It's easy. When the boys open up the main door, just go in. Shove people out of the way if you need to, but get to the middle of the room. Chances are they won't notice you. Pop off a couple warning shots into the air, then announce my presence. I won't tell you what to say because what's the fun in that. O, how I love surprises!" I shook my head in understanding. "Ok then, time to go."

We came around to the front of the building. It looked like they had already secured the entrances. The thugs let us through, and we made our way down the halls to yet another big set of double doors being guarded. Harley was behind me, "Go ahead honey! Time to make a good impression." The doors swung open and I pushed my way through the crowd of people dancing and mingling. The trail I had left had not turned too many heads. I found the middle of the room. Reaching behind me, I grabbed the gun from my waistband. Lifting my arm into the air, I scanned the room. Pressing the trigger, three loud gun shots escaped my barrel. The room went silent. I projected my voice the best I could. "By order of the Clown Prince of Crime. Court is now in session!"

I walked back slowly to the thugs behind me now surrounding the room. Harley looked pleased. "Short and sweet. Just how we like it."

The Joker walks down the path I had cut through the patrons and addressed the crowd. "Order in the court! Girls and boys of Gotham, you are hereby being charged with treason of the highest degree. Letting the legend of The Joker die on the lips of the common people." His eyes found the wall of photos, and he slowly approached. Gun drawn, he began to shoot off many rounds. The crowd let out a multitude of gasps. "I'm glad I could get your attention!" When I looked over at the wall again, I notice the bullet holes had made a happy face. "So, what are we going to do about this?" Complete silence. "Let the legend live!"

At this point I see Jim again, and he hands me a gas mask. I know what this means and don't hesitate to immediately put it on, dropping my gun in the process. "We will put a smile on those face! Permanently! So you will never forget that; history laughs at both the victim and the aggressor!" His laughing echoed throughout the room. Many gas cans get thrown and start to spew green gas all over the room. The crowd panicked and began knocking each other over to get out of the room. Glass was breaking as people fell from windows frantically trying to get away. About four feet away from me was a donation box full of cash. Amongst the chaos, I quickly pocketed some money in case I needed it later.

When I heard the three gunshots escape from the girls pistol, I looked around the room for Bruce. Our eyes met and I knew it was time to leave. I caught up to him as we punched out two goons blocking the exit to the kitchen. We ended up in the parking lot out back. Bruce pulled out a small grapple gun, tossing me a second, and we both retreated to the top of the museum. There was a duffle bag for each of us containing our accessories and gadgets. We quickly changed out of the formalwear revealing our costumes underneath, making sure to put them away in the bags and walking towards the glass ceiling. It was a big oval covering the center of the room. The girl backed away and we saw the Joker enter the room.

I turned to Bruce, "Looks like news travels fast. So I take it you made sure Selina knew and told him?"

"We needed to lure him out of hiding somehow. She agreed to rub it in real good, so there was no reason he wouldn't show up tonight." He clicked his belt into place.

"Glad to know you still have some charm over her." Muffled gunshots ring out from below.

"Well it wasn't just that. She loves knowing that when he pulls a stunt like this, he might be out of commision for awhile."

I lifted an eyebrow, "So she has a chance to make some money?"

"I can look the other way every once in awhile, if it means getting him off the street." We both looked down and notice the cloud of green gas.

I unfolded a breathing mask from my utility belt and put it on. "That's our que." Smashing through the glass ceiling we reach the party unscathed. With all the broken windows the gas started to dissipate. The majority of the party goers had made it out safely. It was time to take care of business.

Bruce found the Joker and rushed toward him. "Good to see ya Batty O'Boy! It wouldn't be a party without you. Did you come to crown me king, and give me the recognition I deserve?" Joker took a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Not a chance. Time to go back to Arkham. Playtime is over." The Jokers quick reflexes allowed him to avoid some more abuse, and land a couple punches of his own.

Harley wasn't too far behind now. "Puddin' is Batboy not playin nice?" She had brought out her baseball bat and lunged at Bruce. She got in a couple whacks before being subdued with a spray to the face; with what appeared to be the shark repellent Bat spray. It must've still been on him from his yacht trip to the Caribbean. I heard her cough and gag as she crawled off into a corner. After taking care of all the thugs I was able to meet back up with Bruce to take out Joker.

"No fair Bats! Two on one are bad odds." He was caught standing between the two of us.

"Good thing your not much of a betting man." Bruce gave him a sharp punch to the face. "Then you wouldn't of bothered to showed up here, and take out your anger on innocent people. I guess Selina really got under your skin the right way."

That made the Joker mad. He let out a scream as he ran towards Bruce. "I should've known you were in cahoots with that damn cat! I never understood why Harley trusted her. Stupid girl!" I came up from behind, sweeping his legs out from underneath him. Bruce caught him in a headlock, and tried to choke him unconscious. He wasn't going down easily, so I offered a little help. I gave him a sharp punch to the side of the head, which knocked him out cold.

"Robin! What the hell?" He tied him up and slung his skinny frame effortlessly over his shoulder.

"Sorry, you were taking too long. And even Harley just disappeared." I pointed to the corner where she had been before.

He let out a low growl. "Let me secure him in the Batplane. Go and find her! She couldn't have gotten far, and be on the lookout for anyone who helped her. I'll follow from above." He disappeared like he always does. I head out through a side door leading to the back alley. No Harley, but I see a girl fleeing the scene. It's not much to go on, but I follow anyway. I let Bruce know via communicator.

"Hey Bruce, no sign of Harley, but she might of hitched a ride in the Company Van. Keep your eyes out. I'm following a suspicious girl who was fleeing the scene. Maybe she can lead me back to the hideout. Over and out."

Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction. I apologize for any misspellings, grammar errors, ect. Please feel free to comment and review. I'm looking for any feedback you have on how I can improve the story. Thank you for reading.