This spawned from a weird conversation with my friend Gouken 2009... again... I like how it turned out, how about you? Also, if there's any particular Intros or ideas you'd like to see me do, just PM me, and I'll see what I can pull off.

Naruto grumbled as he stormed back into his apartment. It had been a horrid day at the academy. He wanted to make them pay; make them all pay... especially that Sasuke. Slamming himself into his couch, he growled lowly, only to let out a panicked shout as he and the the worn, second hand couch both went spilling backwards.

Pulling himself out from under the upturned couch, he rubbed his head in pain, only to stop when he saw something sticking out. It was an ancient looking manga caught in the springs of the couch. There was only one thing visible that he could see, a crazy looking white faced man with a huge red smile and green hair, he was wearing a purple suit with an orange shirt, and a green bow tie. With him was a woman in a red and black spandex uniform, and white face, with red lips, and a black eye mask. They were laughing at a man in black after apparently throwing a pie into his face. It looked like fun... maybe he could do that...

Three months later, a new terror had stricken Konoha. Most of his pranks had been harmless at first, but each passing week was more outlandish and insane than the last. The ANBU had spent the better part of one morning, trying to unglue themselves from the ceiling, the Inuzuka clan had a horde of cats released into their kennels one evening, leaving them busy with a night of chasing animals, but worst of all was Sasuke Uchiha, he had been left tied up completely naked in front of his biggest fangirl's house with a note from himself saying he was her birthday gift.

The Akamichi girl had to be bribed with free desserts for a month to release the poor survivor.

No one was questioning why she held out for a month, but everyone was questioning who this strange white faced menace was with his purple pants suit, and his green vest, neon blue shirt, and green bow tie. But worst of all was the cackling laugh that filled the air whenever his pranks went off. Even the ANBU were unable to do anything to catch or stop this mad prankster. Their usual suspect Naruto Uzumaki was often seen elsewhere during the pranks, so they were at a loss.

Focusing on Naruto Uzumaki for the moment, let's see what he is up to. He seems to be diligently reading his basic ninjutsu scrolls in class, which he hadn't skipped in the past month. But as he was sitting in the back of the class, no one could look at it and see that it had a manga scroll wrapped around the scroll. The title of the manga would have caused some worry if anyone had seen it, after all one didn't want Naruto reading 'How to Be the Prankster King' by R. U. Joe King. But no one saw it, and so no one would know what he was doing.

He didn't know it, but today wasn't going to be like the rest of them. Tonight his prank was going to change a lot in Konoha.

Now there was one person in all of Konoha who suspected Naruto being the Joker, the newly crowned prankster king of Konoha, but no one believed her. She had been performing observational reconnaissance training by stal... err following Naruto throughout his day more than once. At first she was utterly appalled by the way the villagers treated him, but then she saw that spark in his eye. One particular villager had hit Naruto with rotten tomatoes, and the very next day he woke up to find his entire bedroom filled with whipped cream and laughing gas. Nothing lethal, but just enough to leave him giggling like an idiot while trying to call for help.

Now she sat as near as she dared to the blonde, knowing that her courage wouldn't be enough to be nearer to him. Maybe if she had a mask... she could approach the Joker... help him out...

That would work, but she needed something to show she supported him, and didn't want to stop him. Maybe looking up something in the library would help. After all, there were rumors that the Joker had been based on a fictional character; maybe there were more that she could choose from?

Down near the very front of the class sat the brooding Uchiha glaring into the blackboard with steely determination. He was cursing Naruto for moving to the back of the room, and keeping out of trouble enough to not get moved back to the front. Now nothing stopped his idiotic fangirls from clinging on him during break. His eye began twitching as the two most annoying ones argued about sitting next to him. Ino and Sakura were enough to drive him batty, if that title hadn't been dedicated to the new menace of Konoha... The Joker.

That laughing nutcase had seemed to take a perverse pleasure in singling him out as a target. Oh he would make him pay, and then have his vengeance on his brother Itachi. Yes, the vile beast named the Joker had pissed him off enough to be bumped up the list to over the person that had slaughtered his entire family and then mind rape him into seeing it over and over again. There had to be something he could do to get his vengeance on the bastard... but how? He couldn't go as himself, not without legions of fangirls flocking after him.

He needed a secret identity to fit the masked terror that was driving him absolutely batty. Bat... that could work... Batman seemed like a fitting name to use. Yes that would work... black and grays for the bodysuit, midnight blue lined black cape, midnight blue gloves and boots... and a black symbol on a yellow field to strike terror in that asshole's heart, right before he shoved a kunai into it.

Smirking he savored the feeling of creating a tool for victory in his quest for vengeance, completely ignoring the squeals and fainting spells of most of the female population of the class. Vengeance would be his, and nothing could stand in his way.

Later that night, the Joker was on the prowl. He had just set up a delayed paint bomb in the ANBU headquarters, and now he was looking for his favorite punching bag Sasuke Uchiha to do something horrid to... Maybe run him up the flagpole by his underwear or something. He'd decide when he caught him.

Laughing his trademark maniacal laugh, he felt a presence above him. Looking up he saw what looked like a giant bat falling down at him, where his eyes were, there was only two little white slits. "I dare say it's a Man-bat..." the Joker quipped dryly, watching as said caped crusader missed him by a foot and crashed into some garbage cans.

The Joker merely turned around and started inspecting his adversary carefully, it wasn't quite as good as what was shown in the guide produced by King-san, but it was definitely him. The Batman. "Oh poo... you're here to ruin all my fun... Very well, I'll ask... who are you?"

"Me?" the cowl cloaked person asked raising to his full height and striking what would have been to any sane person, a fear inspiring pose, "I AM BATMAN!"

Sadly the Joker was not sane by any stretch of the imagination. Instead of fear, he showed a distinct amount of boredom at the display. "Are you through?"

Batman was about to reply, when he was cut off forcefully by a spring loaded punching glove springing out into his face, sending him sprawling deep into the opposing alleyway. Following the spring back to the source, he found a woman... a very much so woman, standing there in front of him. She was wearing a red and black checkered spandex bodysuit, with opposing colored diamonds forming trios on her right arm and leg. In her left hand was the gun that the glove had launched from. Her face was masked by a thick layer of white, dark crimson lipstick, and what looked to be a black eye mask painted over her eyes. She even had two little cones sticking off to the side of her head like horns, save the two puff balls at the end. The white frilly cuffs at her wrists separated the gloves that opposed the rest of the arms. The collar was a nice touch of three banner-like hangings, each ending in puff balls.

After the Joker regained his brain for the long dormant hormones, he smiled his manic smile and gave her another once over. "And who pray tell are you?"

"Can't ya tell Puddin'?" the woman purred seductively as she sashayed over towards the Joker. "I'm Harley Quinn... but you can call me... yours."

"I think I might..." the Joker demurred as he slung an arm around her shoulder. "How about we go somewhere to talk... I have a feeling this is the start of a beautiful partnership..."

As he tilted his head back for his trademark laugh, he couldn't help but notice that Harley's giggles seemed to just add the right undertone. And the village of Konoha would mark the end of their sanity.

At nearly dawn the next morning, Naruto Uzumaki crawled into his bed to get a few hours of shut eye before class. He hadn't found out much about Harley, but he hadn't revealed much either. Both had their own targets to take on, both agreed to help the other, and both thought that Batman was going to be fun to play with. But still, he wondered, just who was that beautiful woman, and why had she helped him?

Meanwhile, across town, a tired female form dragged herself into the apartment she lived in after her father kicked her out of her own home. It felt far warmer and more inviting than that hellhole, but still, it just wasn't what she thought home should be like.

She had almost made it to her room, when a voice clearing behind her caused her to sheepishly turn around. She had been busted, and by the two sets of eyes boring in on her, she was in deep.

"Hinata Hyuuga..." Kurenai asked calmly as Anko smirked, having heard THAT tone many times before, "You have some explaining to do..." The Genjutsu specialist merely pointed to the hard wooden chair reserved for Anko when she was in the doghouse... again.

Hinata sighed and trudged over, thankful that her disguise was safely hidden away in her secret spot far away right now.