If it wasn't the Organized Crime that Gotham's Higher Up Criminals took charge of, the only other thing that Innocent People have to worry about are the Lowlife thugs or the Gangs. Specifically, one gang of crazies that tend to terrorize the streets of Gotham, going after teens and young adults, the Infamous Jokerz. Their inspiration came from one guy, said to have been the Original Joker in the 1980s, and he became the beacon of chaos for all of Gotham. No one knew what really happened to him, but his story live on through the corrupted youths that dress up as clowns and wreak their own havoc for fun.

But every once in a while, they're after big gains to make their reputation better known and more feared than ever.

This lead to one of their packs getting hold of some industrial strength equipment and gear from an abandoned vehicle factory.

Joker Thug 1:"Make sure to grab the big stuff! We need it for that thing we need to build!"

Joker Thug 2:"We're doin' it! But we don't see you helpin' out as much!"

Joker Thug 1:"Someone needs to tell you what to do! This stuff don't come around as much in this city!"

Joker Thug 3:"You gotta admit that this job is pretty big. Can't find all the parts here. You sure we can handle this?"

Joker Thug 1:"Don't worry about it. We got other supplies comin' in from the harbor. We'll get the job done. And don't be afraid to snag a little somethin' for yourself. There's plenty of goodies here."

?:"Oh, goodie-goodie..."

And that's when, coming from above their heads, was their failure of recruiting someone they knew would level the playing field for the Jokerz. Luan Loud, who decided to call herself "Prank", makes a grand reappearance as Gotham's first and only joke-themed Crime Fighter.

(At least in this Universe.)

The suit that the Jokerz had given her was modified to her liking, and with a Bat-symbol across the chest, along with some Bat ears to go with her single point-and-bell. When the Jokerz saw her, they knew almost instantly to fear her because Luan's pranking reputation was staggering.

Prank:"I'm sure you'd get lots presents if you were good boys and girls. But you haven't, so Mama Prank is gonna have give you a spanking!"

Joker Thug 4:"Oh crap! It's her!"

Joker Thug 1:"Take her down!"

Too bad for them that Luan has been practicing. She had gotten to learn a thing or too about acrobatics and have managed to orchestrate them into a bit of a fighting style that only she could pull off. As Prank, Luan was unpredictable, spontaneous and very nimble, getting the jokers with the swinging high kicks, getting them right in the face and knocking them off their feet without too much problems. For most civilians, the Jokers would act like a major pain in the behind, but Prank made them look like a bad joke, as she made short work on them.

Now with them out of the way, Prank took a look at one that was still conscious.

Prank:"You know, I can't thank you enough for the new duds. Had to make some mods, but the suit still came out looking nice."

Joker Thug:"Ugh! You should've joined us."

Prank:"Yeah, but enough about me. Let's talk about you. What are these parts for? And before you think about struggling...(pull out feather), we could do this the easy way, or the hard way."

Joker Thug:"Okay, okay! I'll talk! We're building APCs. The stuff here is what's needed. We'll be getting the rest of the stuff at the harbor."

Prank:"There now. Was that so bad? Now how about a joke? Knock, knock..."

Joker Thug:"Uh...who's there?"

(BOXING BELL SOUND, BAM!)

Prank:"Knocked out cold. Get it? Hahahaha!"

Fortunately for Prank, the factory, warehouse district and harbor practically neighbor each other, so it was a short trip as she found where the Jokerz were getting their stuff. She could see that they were loading up now, equipment for the vehicle they were building, and more than that. Weapons stashes, they were looting, the really heavy stuff that could start a small war. But they weren't going to be starting any as Prank viewed them from up high and began to figure out her next course of action.

Prank:"These guys sure give clowns a bad name. And they tried to get me to join? (Cracks neck and scoffs) Yeah, that'll be the day. I'm gonna show them who they dared to mess with."

The Jokerz with such powerful guns and weaponry is the same as a bunch of monkeys with much the same, horribly and crazily destructive. Luckily, they might never get a chance to use them, as one Joker who tried to get used to a sniper rifle in hand yelped when a tranq dart was shot in their neck. He fell to the ground, limp and unconscious, as Prank casually walked over his body and looked down at the other thugs patrolling the area. She looked down at them with a smile, as she had the whole thing set up.

One thug was walking past a garage door, machine gun in hand as he shifted his head left and right...when he heard a fart sound coming from below his feet. It was then that he noticed that he stepped on a whoopie cushion, much to his confusion, and this left him unaware of the upcoming fist heading towards his face. With the next one down, Prank wiped her hands clean while looking down at the outcold clown.

Prank:"Gonna feel that in the morning."

The next two thugs, she could see were under the balcony as Prank quickly hid behind some crates. And that is when she pulled out a pretty colorful rope with a hook on it, giving it a few spins before throwing it at the thugs' ankles, wrapping it at the farthest goon while it crossed the legs of the closest.

Joker Thug:"Hey, you feel something?"

Joker Thug 2:"I don't know. Something...ticklish?"

And that is when giving the rope a hard pull, Prank hoisted the thugs off the feet and dragged them before they found themselves dangling upside down by their ankles. The laughs-loving young vigilante admired her handiwork, and she could see that they were still conscious.

Prank:"Don't hang out too much, boys. But you mind telling me where you're keeping the goods?"

Joker Thug:"We don't have to tell you anything!"

Prank:"Well if you don't, then I'm afraid gonna have to give you an early case of the spins."

Joker Thug 2:"The what-?"

The two thugs weren't prepared for Prank to end up kicking them hard enough to have spun like a twister, and the two were screaming like crazy until they began to slow down, having gotten all dizzy. The first one's mask fell off as Prank looked to see his eyes rolling around with a smirk on her face.

Prank:"Well?"

Joker Thug:"(drowsily) Okay, I'll talk! We already have the parts for the truck shipped and have already got it up and running."

Prank:"Shoot. Where's it going?"

Joker Thug:"Uhh..."

Joker Thug 2:"Downtown! The worst neighborhoods! We planned to wipe out rival gangs so we could be the top heavy hitters in this city!"

Joker Thug:"(to his pal) Dude!"

Joker Thug 2:"I don't wanna get spun again! Please believe me!"

Prank:"(pats his face) Good boy. Now you just wait there until the authorities arrive. I got myself a truck to catch."

After leaving the two punks to their own dizziness, Prank headed up to the rooftop and pulled out a telescope, where she could see Gotham's rundown neighborhoods north of where she was standing...And, a rising pillar of smoke that she could see from there was not a good sign.

Prank:"(turns on com) Yo, Lisa. I'm gonna need some transportation."

In the Batcave, Oracle, aka Lisa Loud, was on the Batcomputer, monitoring her sister's progress as Prank...

Oracle:"We've been over this before, Luan. We stick by our code names while out on the field."

Prank:"(via com) Says the girl that just used my real name just now."

Oracle:"(sighs, then begins to type on the batcomputer)...I'm programming the Batwing to go pick you up. We might need our elder male sibling for this one."

Prank:"No way, I can do this! And no, we do not have enough time to argue about it. These sad clowns are gonna tear up a part of the city if I don't do something right now!"

Oracle:"You are talking about going after an armored personnel carrier. If these bozos actually managed to build on and have it running by now, what makes you think that you will be able to stop it?"

Prank:"Never underestimate me, Lisa. I have my ways, but I just need something to get there fast."

Running her hand over her head, Lisa sighed and felt like she was gonna regret this later, as she typed in a few commands into the computer. Setting up a special package for Prank as the batwing takes off.

Back to where she stood, Prank was looking down at bat-themed watch she had on her wrist...until she saw the batwing come from above and open up from behind the reveal the package that was sent for her. Stars were in her eyes as she looked at her new mode of transportation in awe.

Luan:"It's...beautiful."

Meanwhile, Gotham Gangs, the so-called Organized Crime of the city, from the highest of status to the lowest in the slums, would often prefer that any-at-all criminal activity be kept down to a minimum of noise, less they be rousing suspicious by the GCPD, or the Bat. It's an unspoken rule, that certain operations would be kept on the low so that their system doesn't fall into the chaos.

The Jokerz did not follow that rule.

Ironically, the most run-down part of Gotham is the quietest. So, when a raging, makeshift APC showed up, the roaring sounds it made, busting through the neighborhood echoed throughout town. Any buildings that were standing, barely, were being toppled almost instantly when a large truck plowed through them all. Graffiti marked the territory of whatever gangs were holding up the area. Freaks, Blackgaters, and even some of the lowest of the Mob, the turf was now being bulldozed by a bunch of crazed idiots dressed in thrown-out circus costumes in an armored piece of garbage that they put together. Inside the APC, the gang was howling like a bunch of crazed hyenas, enjoying the destruction they were bringing to Gotham. Their leader, the head Joker, J-Man, was on the shotgun side while his crazier wheelman, Scabs had the wheel.

J-Man:"WOOO! This is the night! We're gonna own the streets around here, and put a smile on everyone's face in our turf!"

Scabs:"You said it! Oh, and when we're done, I'm keepin' this ride! Gonna have a helluva time cruising with this baby!"

J-Man:"Hey, if we get through this, I'll buy you a modern one."

Joker Thug:"(screaming) Uh...boss! We got company!"

J-Man:"Whattya by that?! The Bat?!"

Joker Thug:"Worse!"

The Head Joker thought "What could be worse than the Bat?", until he looked out in the rearview mirror, and with widened eyes, he saw Prank...chasing after their truck...on a go-kart styled to be rather bat-themed. And she was closing in rather quickly.

J-Man:"Oh, you gotta be kidding me."

Scab:"Who is it?"

J-Man:"It's Luan Loud! Run her off the road!"

Yes, the Jokerz know Luan's true identity, because they're the ones who made her the suit in the first place. Luan and the rest of her siblings were just the ones to upgrade to make her part of the team. At least they don't know about the rest of her family, her relation to Lincoln Wayne, as he's still known by, or him being Batman...at least, not yet. This is why she made them her primary target; they need to be taken care of so that they don't usher a word. If anyone's going to put a smile on Gotham's face, it better will be her as she rushes her new vehicle to meet the back of their APC. But that is when she was met with parts of the APC opening up to reveal Joker Thugs with guns in hand, aiming to fire at her.

Joker Thug:"You should've been with us, Loud!"

Prank:"Oh sh-"

And then the machine guns started to fire. Prank was forced to pull back to avoid getting filled with holes. Both sides of the APC opened up to reveal the thugs trying to pump her full of lead. This left her stuck in a hard place, as she couldn't even get in close to the vehicle now. And as if they couldn't get any worse, the back opened to reveal that Jokerz had already gotten themselves a rocket launcher, what with a brute aiming at the Vigilante Jester.

Prank:"Okay, that is so not fair!"

Joker Brute:"Say night-night, ya freak!"

Prank:"Come on. Think, Luan! This ride's gotta come with some gadgets or something."

And that is when she spotted a red button by her left thumb and didn't hesitate to push it. But that is when she began to feel the rest of her kart shake.

Prank:"Maybe that was the wrong button."

Or the right one, as it must've been the turbo burst, since Prank found herself boosting towards the APC at Mach speed. The Joker Brute was surprised by this, as when he fired, the rocket literally flew passed her head as her kart slammed into the back end of their vehicle, and it shook it enough for the Brute to accidentally fall off. Prank quickly pulled out of the way, as the Brute bounced and rolled onto the ground and away from the action.

Prank:"Okay, that was pretty awesome. Maybe I should try that button again."

J-Man:"Did you guys get her?!"

Joker Thug:"Not yet, boss!"

J-Man:"Quit playin' around! Kill her!"

Prank:"Aw! Too bad the game just started. And now, it's my turn! It's kick it!"

Pressing the turbo drive again, did Prank gained enough to not only catch up to the Jokerz but propel herself forward and into the APC. The poor clowns weren't expecting the monster they created to be mad enough to slingshot herself inside their truck. One would think they'd have her right where they want her...but it's more like the other way around now.

Prank:"Gangway, Jokerz! I'm puttin a stop to your little joyride!"

Joker Thug:"Holy crap! She's insane!"

Scabs:"Just take her down!"

Even when they were in a small space as the inside of the truck, did the Jokerz have an even harder time keeping Prank contained. She was practically too slippery for them, leaving them unable to lay a hand on her while she moved through each of the sad clowns with ease.

Prank:"I think its time to lighten the load!"

Joker Thug:"What?!"

Before they even knew it, one by one, did Prank managed to kick them out of the APC without too much trouble. The Jokerz were in way over their heads when it came to dealing with the Master Pranker that was Luan Loud. Wiping her hands, she set her sights on the driver's seat. Both J-Man and Scabs were not looking as happy, what with all the fighting going on now suddenly silent. What they weren't expecting was for Prank to go and peak her head through the doorway any surprise the two.

Prank:"Hey. How's it going?"

J-Man:"AAAHHH!"

In a panic, did the leader of the gang tried to punch Prank in the face, only for her to move her head back and have him punch Scabs instead.

Scabs:"Hey! (punches back)"

J-Man:"Ow! Watch it! (punches again)"

And with that, Prank could already tell it was time to go as she ran to the back of APC as the two lost control of the vehicle. She was able to quickly jump off the APC before it began to swerve to its side and was fortunate enough that her Kart was set to auto-pilot, courtesy of Oracle, as she managed to land on it and take back control as she watched the makeshift military vehicle fall over to its side and grind against the road. Pressing the brakes hard on her Kart, Prank herself grinded to a stop as she got off of her vehicle and walked towards the APC. She could see the driver, Scabs, crawling out of the windshield. When he got up, he looked back at the APC and, much to the confusion of Prank, he tried to lift the entire thing with his own hands, which was impossible. Putting her hand on her hip, Prank thought it was sad what he was trying to do, since the sight of it made him look like he lost it, if the heavy breathing and crazed look in his eyes were any consideration. When he failed, he punched the truck in a bit of a mental breakdown before turning Prank, who was looking at him with an unamused expression.

Scabs:"YOU! You just ruined the only shred of power I just had!"

Prank:"This was all for power?"

Scabs:"The Jokerz were just a crutch! THIS was muscle! And now it's ruined now thanks to you!"

Prank:"(scoffs) And people thought I was a bad joke."

Scabs:"I'm gonna get you, you sorry little-(charges at her)"

Prank:"Ah, put a cork in it, you lousy crazyhead."

It only took a simple roundhouse kick to take down that psychopath, as Prank knew she was finished here. Hearing the police sirens coming her way, she quickly hopped back on her Kart and revved it up.

Prank:"(to her com) Oracle, mission accomplished. I'm heading home."

Oracle:"(via com) Glad to hear it. Hope you aren't too banged up."

Prank:"Nah, against me, the Jokerz were facing a walking punchline. Heh, heh, get it?"

Oracle:"Unfortunately."

And with that, the Prankster Superhero of Gotham rode off while the Police showed up to clean up the mess. The City of Gotham may not entirely be a fan of pranks, clowns, or jokes. But every once in a while, something good does come out of it. And maybe one day, all Gotham will look back at it, and have a good laugh...