Chapter 1

AN Hello! This is going to be a Criminal Minds and Batman crossover, which I feel that there is a lack of in this world. There will be cursing, and probably other violent things. This is more story based than action based. I hope you enjoy! Reviews are always helpful, I enjoy getting feedback from my readers, including constructive criticism! So if you find something that doesn't make sense or any mistakes, please point it out so that I can fix it. Thank you and Enjoy!

The BAU has been a coveted job within law enforcement for a while now, the team that they have put together work extremely well together and they all seem to know what they are doing, the only thing wrong is that one of the higher up's has been requesting that they add another member for a while now, to be able to spread out the work more evenly throughout the team, to create less stress and to have less cause for problems occuring within the tight knit unit.

Throughout mine and Bruce's constant surveillance of all of the major crimes units that could someday become a problem, we realised that the BAU have been looking for another member to round out their numbers for quite some time now, with no luck. And that's where I come in.

About two years ago I was kidnapped and tortured by the Joker, I was turned into JJ, basically a jacked up clone of the Joker. By the time my family got to me I was already ten shades of fucked up, which was fortunately helped, thanks to some world class shrinks. It took me about a year to get back to some semblance of normal, and even then I was still plagued with horribly vivid memories of what happened in those three weeks. After I was given the green light by my shrink, it was another year of trying to be Red Robin, of trying to be myself again, before I finally decided that maybe what I really needed was a break, a break from everything, from Gotham, from the pressure that comes from simply being a vigilante, from criminally insane psychopaths who have nothing better to do than to torture children.

And that's how I ended up here, at 19 years old, joining the BAU, because I can't think of going somewhere in life where i'm not helping people and stopping criminals, it's been ingrained in me since I first realised that Batman was my hero, in the years that have passed i've realised that it is something that i'll never be able to get rid of, the insane urge to help people, no matter the cost to myself, no matter what, to help people who can't help themselves.

But this is only temporary, this job, i'm going to go back to Red Robin, no matter how much Damian drives me up a wall, no matter how much Jason threatens to kill me, that's where I belong, with my family, cleaning up our city, and putting away criminals who shouldn't have been on the streets in the first place.

I've talked it over with Alfred, Dick and Bruce, and they all think it would be extremely beneficial for me to take a break from Gotham for a while, until I feel that I can come back and work safely and not feel so overwhelmed by the fear that overcomes my body every time I turn the corner in Gotham, every time I think I see his pasty face and that shock of green hair, everytime I hear his laughter echoing in my head.

They told me that going away for a while would be a good idea, taking a break from Red Robin would be a good idea, and maybe finding some normalcy before I take the plunge back into the crime ridden streets of my city.

I can see where one might think that if I was looking for a sense of normalcy I wouldn't be applying to the FBI's BAU, but i've done my research, and I believe that it will be mentally draining enough to put my mind at ease, yet I won't be dealing with the same caliber of criminal that I would be at home, it won't be enough to cause me to be on edge every second of every day, like it has been for the last two years.

As I get on the elevator heading up, I let my mind fall apart for 5 seconds, five seconds to panic and worry, five seconds before I have to pull myself together and plaster a professional mask on my face, five seconds to have that demure smile on my lips and the pain gone from my eyes.

When my five seconds are up I straighten myself and take a deep breath, readying myself to meet my new team, to meet the people that I will be working with for the foreseeable future.

The elevator doors slowly open and I walk out, making my way through the bullpen to the office where I had my interview a few days ago, ignoring the stares and the whispers. When I reach my new boss, Hotch's office, I knock and enter when I hear a muffled 'come in' from behind the closed door.

"Morning Hotch" I greet, using the name the other man told me to use a few days ago.

"Good morning Jameson" he greets with a smile, using my aliases last name.

"You wanted me here early to meet the team?" I ask politely

"Yes" he answers simply before standing and walking out the door, presumably wanting me to follow him.

He stops when we reach a room with a handful of the people from the bullpen this morning, and some people I don't remember seeing, and leads the both of us inside, quickly getting into introductions.

"Good morning, I know you all have been curious about who our new member is going to be, so i'm happy to finally say that I have selected the final member of our team, Timothy Jameson" Hotch says as he walks over and takes a seat at the circular table, gesturing for me to do the same, and I end up taking the only empty seat, which happens to be next to a skinny looking kid who looks to be about as young as me, but is truthfully a few years older, and a bald man who looks to be about my size, with a scowl in full force directed at your's truly.

"Hello it's nice to meet you all, and I would prefer to be called Tim, although Jameson works fine too, anything but Timothy" I say, making sure to put a friendly note in my voice, not that it does anything for the scowling man sitting next to me.

"How the hell old is this kid Hotch?" the man asks

"21" I answer, knowing that the question wasn't directed at me.

"21! Are you kidding me Hotch? He's a child, I thought we were getting someone qualified?" the man cries, obviously outraged at the thought of working with a child.

"I am more than qualified for this position" I answer simply, working to not let the anger at his statement overcome me, knowing that I was expecting this reaction, although the fact that i'm really only 19 makes the situation more amusing than anything else.

"Qualified? How?" the man asks disbelievingly.

"I'm sure you will figure that out on your own Agent…." I say, waiting for him to tell me his name, not that I don't already know all of their names and work histories, but they don't need to know that.

"Morgan" he answers, his tone clipped and obviously annoyed.

"Listen, i'm really happy for the opportunity to work on this team, but I don't like being judged on my age alone, you don't know anything about me, you don't know how i'm qualified for this job, but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. Not to mention the fact that you seem very protective of your other teammate here" I motion to Doctor Reid "who looks to be around the same age as me, and you don't seem to be pulling at your chain to kick him off the team, so I would appreciate it if you would hold back on judging a book by it's cover" I tell him, watching as he takes in the facts I throw at him and seems to actually listen to what i'm saying.

"Fine, I will hold off on judgement, but that doesn't mean that i'm going to like you when I do make a judgement" he warns

"I think we should both prepare for the fact, that I may very well not like you either" I tell him cheekily, relaxing as the tense air around us dissipates.

"Well, I like you, Penelope Garcia, pleasure to meet you Tim" a pleasant looking woman introduces.

"Welcome to the team, i'm Gideon" says an older man who was watching me and Morgan go back and forth with an amused look on his face.

"Spencer Reid, and it's actually nice to have someone closer to my age on the team" says the young man seated next to me.

"Elle Greenaway, i'm looking forward to finding out what these qualifications are" she says with a genuine smile.

"Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ, i'll be looking forward to working with you" she said politely.

"Alright, now that we have that out of the way, why don't you all show Jameson here to his desk?" Hotch tells the team, phrasing it like a question, even though it really isn't one.

AN thoughts? Good? Bad? Meh? Lemme know what you think. :)