Sweet and gentle the rain doth fall. Until two families bear lone children. Who meet in adolescence. One is thought lost. So the other lets itself be known. The other waits. Looking for its child. Its heir to all it ever had. Both to do battle for light even if concealed in darkness. When will this happen? One can only guess.

Joker's hide out

"Ha ha! My boy you show great talent! To love an enemy to pieces with laughter is a great thing," said Joker. He was having a blast. Just a week ago he had found a unique child that seemed to have a similar sense of humor as he did. He was a bright boy with a playful attitude. Quiet contrary to Batman and Robin.

He wore large, baggy, yellow and red striped pants that were held up by a belt. Over it was a puffy yellow clown shirt. Over it was a red vest with green ascents that looked like a smile from far away, but a dangerous snake up close. He wore a jester's hat with many little bells. It made him look cute and innocent. He wore white face makeup and red lipstick for a clown look. His eyes had thick black mascara. His hands had dainty white gloves. His feet had small green shoes that swirled at the toe. On both of his ankles were two large bells. Despite all of that, he could move around silently and effortlessly.

Joker smiled larger. He was a perfect little clown. Except that he always had an innocent and questioning frown on his face. Like a little kid when they ask why the sky is blue. He only smiled when he heard a really good joke or when the Joker was especially nice to him.

He was also quiet the acrobat. As if he was born to be in the circus. A dark, demented, and evil circus. He was watching him flip threw the air as light as a feather and as quiet as silence itself. He landed on his toes and waited.

"Come over here boy. You need a name."

The kid walked over. His bells were clear and sounded light and fun. Like a clown.

"Yes Mi lord of jokes," he smiled. Joker liked when he used a fake accent. He was perfect.

"Since you are a joker like me, but you aren't me, I've decided that you are a…"

"A wildcard?"

"What?"

"A wildcard. Everything changes when there is a joker. And a Joker is a wildcard."

Joker rubbed his chin. Not bad. Not bad at all.

"Yes you are a bit of a wildcard. But you seem to be holding all the cards. You seem to know a bit more than the average child. You seem more like a conman. A josher of sorts."

The kid gave a questioning look.

"A josher?"

"When you are joshing, you're kidding. And Josh means to banter or to make fun of. So from this day forth, you will be Josher."

"And when I'm not in costume?"

Joker stopped. This kid didn't just want to be an apprentice; he wanted him to be a parental like figure. Joker thought for a moment. Josh might be too dangerous. Sounds to close to Josher. And he didn't want to lose his apprentice yet.

When joker looked at his wrist, he noticed his dark skin. Not all African, but probably half.

"When you look normal, you will be called Bujune."

"What does that mean?"

The Joker gave a sad glance over him.

"It means, sorrow and troubles."

"Like all villains, I am with them," he said.

"What?"

"Without Bujune, I don't think there would be any criminals to begin with," he smiled. Joker loved it.

"Yes! Like Heroes and Dayo! We are Villains and Bujune."

"Dayo?"

"Arriving joy."

"Oh Matata! You really are a joker!"

Wally

He sat alone in the young justice mountain. He was at school when everyone else was sent on a mission so he had nothing better to do. He was watching the news on the large television.

"In more news more and more children seem to be disappearing," said the newswoman. Wally was eating an ice pop when pictures showed up. They were all just normal kids. They all appeared on the screen at the same time. But one showed up about five seconds after all the others.

"And here is a new missing kid named…. Zak Saturday," she said. Wally wasn't listening. This kid was defiantly not normal. He wore a turtle neck jump suit from what he could see. Being shoulders up. And his bangs were white. Before he could think about it anymore an alarm went off. He looked over at the screen. Crime in Gotham. Right when Batman was away. He could get there fast enough.

He quickly left the mountain and ran to Gotham. When he got to the jewelry store, he saw the Joker with a large bag. He swiped it right from him.

"I'm sorry, but those don't match your eyes."

Wally jumped. Behind him was the funniest looking kid. He was dressed like a clown. His hat was tinkling with the little bells. He cocked his head sideways. His eyes looked as though they were closed. But Wally could tell he was making them stay like that. As if so Wally couldn't peer into his soul. He hit the bag making the jewelry fly everywhere. Wally was so surprised he froze for a second. Then he chased after the kid and the Joker. Unfortunately they got away. Not all the jewelry was there either.

Joker

"Nice moves kid. Too bad we don't have any of the jewels," he said. Josher reached down and took his shoe off. He flipped it upside down and gold rings fell out. He shook his vest and three diamond necklaces fell out. He removes a glove and out came five jeweled bracelets.

"Ah Ha! You really do have all the cards kiddo!"

Josher gave him a nice warm smile. He fully opened his eyes too. They were impossibly dark brown. He knew that Harley and even Poison Ivy would love him.

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