"Is something the matter? You've been on your phone all night." Barbara said, fixing her hair slightly. The whole going to homecoming with a boy thing had her slightly nervous.

"No...it's nothing my apologies." Ed said with a small nod, slipping his phone in his pocket. It's been 24 hours and no word from Jonathan. Not even a text or a rant. He knew Jonathan well enough that something had gone wrong. Perhaps his old phone had finally broke on his friend.

"It's okay..." Barbara smiled, going quiet once more. She liked people watching which made her very quiet.

"In the eyes of the beholder am I. Angels have it, and so does the night sky. What am I?" Ed said, reaching out to Barbara's hand. Her face flashed red.

"Oh..Ed..uh." She slowly pulled her hand away, slightly embarrassed. A part of her thought Ed was just taking her to homecoming to be nice, as friends. She was a bit shy to say she didn't like him. Taking a deep breath she started to explain, "I don't-"

"Get it?" Ed smirked, attempting to finish her sentence. "Beauty, the answer is beauty because it's in the eyes of the beholder and-"

"No...I mean Ed your nice and all but I..I mean to say your such a great friend Ed. Super kind and I'm glad we could go to the dance as friends."

"Oh..." Ed adjusted his glasses. "I knew that...I just was trying to say you looked beautiful in that dress. Purple really is your color.." Stupid, Stupid of course she wasn't looking for a date. Ed thought to himself, fixing his spectacles. You must focus your mind more, a girl would never want a weirdo like you. What were you thinking?

"Oh-well thank you." Barbara smiled again glad there was no misconception. She did not want things to be awkward between her and Ed.

"So uh-" Come on Ed, you're a genius, think of a new topic. Something casual, something sociable. Oh god if you don't speak she's going to think you like her now! Don't be weird, but don't have what you say make it worse. Ed smirked, trying to hide his true anxiety. Ed resorts to the first topic that came to mind. "so your dad has been pretty busy, from what I've been reading." Really! You can speak 4 different languages and you choose to ask Barbara about her dad! Wow. Smooth.

Barbara gave a small nod, "yeah being a detective in Gotham is hard. Between the robberies, and weird attacks that have been occurring..."

"Well I hear he's getting some help from the 'nighttime shadow ' or whatever Vale's mom is calling it?"

"Catchy right? I think it's just a civilian trying to help, but whoever it is, is gonna get in danger. I mean my dad's trained, this hoodie guy isn't-"

"Oh you guys saw that in the news too?" Selena's voice purrs from behind Barbara.

Ed eyes fell on Selena, and boy was that feline a beauty. Selena had her hair up in tight curls for the dance. She stood tall in heels, which matched perfectly with her slimming black dress. His eyes caught a slit just at the end of dress before looking back up.

"The shadow is a criminal if you ask me." Bruce added, coming from behind Selena with a drink of water. "What kind of idiot would roam around Gotham late at night unless they're trying to hide something."

Barbara tilted her head for a second before shrugging, "I don't know, that seems a little harsh."

Selena shrugged, "either way it's not smart. I mean who died and made this shadow judge and jury? I swear if I ran into him I'd give him a good sucker punch in the-"

"Selena." Bruce interrupted, catching her before she cursed in front of Barbara. He knew how she didn't like it.

Barbara shrugged, she stayed silent because she thought this hoodie shadow was really helping her dad out. He actually made it to dinner on time this week.

"I'm just saying, no shadow is going to make Gotham a better place, no matter how righteous this guy thinks he is." Selena rolled her eyes.

For the event tonight the DJ was Jervis Tetch. He started to play a few songs but only some people had actually started to dance. Everyone was taking their time to arrive.

Across the Cafeteria, Jack adjusted his suit. He was glad to leave the clingy Harley back at the table with her friends. The night had been fun but now it was time to set up his perfect would be boring if he dared waste this opportunity. Sure, the fact he came to the dance with Harley made it harder, but he did managed to get away from her, unfollowed. Jack snuck onto the stage, heading towards the ballot box that was placed behind the curtains.

Last night he came up with a marvelous idea of what fun he'd have tonight. He settled on a classic joke but did not want to repeat himself from the Halloween Party. Where was the pizazz? You know how much fun you can have with a little bleach? He laugh at the thought, growing excited for tonight's main event. Red would be so repetitive. Too cliche if you asked him. No Jack needed to be different. New. Bleach, Bleach is a wonderful thing. A perfect joke that would spill on the King and Queen of homecoming.

You want to hear a joke? A wonderful joke. Gotham High. Everyone claiming to be so innocent and good just because we are reality of this is they have no control over their actions, they have a true darkness that is inside everyone of us. Everyone wants their dreams to be reality, no matter the cost. Fair? There is nothing fair about an election. Bias sets in. And that is what I have seen just hiding in these curtains. Jack thought as he eyed the envolope that contained the winners name. He needed to change the results of the election to select his own wonderful winners. From what Jack had seen, in the matter of 5 minutes the voting boxes had been changed four times. It was hard to contain his laughter.

First there was Pamela, who after a quick peek changed the winner to be herself and Harvey. No surprise there, but Jack did admire the hippy for being so bold. Not even a minute later did Harvey arrive, switching the ballots. He must have figured Pamela would be so devious. Jack assumed he switched the votes to be Harvey and one of the other two girls. He would not want Rachel to be alarmed. GAG! Why were people in this town so concerned with what others thought of them. The third time was a surprise to me. Somehow Ed managed to get back stage. I could not imagine what he changed the ballots too. Lastly, Pamela returned resubmitting her results.

Now, Now that everyone has finished playing music ballots, I shall change it to fit my wonderful joke.Jack thought to himself as he approached the letter. Who would I possibly pick for my prank? Of course not myself. I will be in the rafters with the bleach. Harley would be amusing, but no, no, I must choose wisely. Harley I could get another time. "Ah-the ginger nerd." He laughs, eyeing the quiet miss Gordon. Her dad was annoying, grossly attached to the law. "I think I will choose her." He spoke to himself, gazing at the boy's names. Then as for the boy...Brucie. Brucie could always use a good laugh. He is way too serious. Gotham's king and queen always had to kiss once crowned, and then it would rain with bleach. Afterwards a galloon of water would fall on the Queen herself, hopeful Barbara was not wearing too much makeup. Jack smirked at the thought.

Oswald smiled, watching Ed head to the drink station alone. He quickly caught up with his friend. "Here let me get that for you." He handed his friend Ed a water bottle. "How's your night going?" His eyes sparkled on Ed, watching him pop open his water bottle with grace.

Ed gave a look, but no response. Enough to make it clear that his night was not going his way.

"The night is still young." Oswald was trying to teach his friend optimism, "Might I say you look rather stunning-I mean it's not every day you dress up in a suit." Oswald choked out, forcing himself to drink water in order to shut up before he said something stupid.

Ed's gaze was elsewhere, but listening. Across the room he watched the beautiful Pamela Isley enter. Her dress a light green, stunning to say the least. He saw no sign of her mystery date. Of course he was here with Barbara but Ed could admire a beauty. "You really think so?"

"Think so? I know so! My friend you look confident, strong, one of the most well put together teens down here, if I do say so myself." Oswald said, wasting no time to try and showcase how great he thought Ed was. It took Oswald a second to realize his friend was gawking at the annoying Pamela Isley. He wanted to ask Ed something but he was too nervous. For Oswald had heard rumours about a man who's always trying to have a woman by his side. Off in his own wonderful daze he watched Ed ponder in thought.

"You're right. Thanks Ozzie." Ed smirked, heading back over to the table that Barbara was sitting. The next riddle would be one that many had been stumped for generations on it, but Ed would tackle one of life's greatest challenges and most fierce questions. How to get out of the friendzone?

He went to start talking to Barbara, leaving Oswald back by the drink table with a helpless look on his face.

"The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes." Ed quickly jumped into the conversation Barbara and Bruce were having about Jack Napier. Not only did he shockingly attend Homecoming today, somehow he managed to get on the Homecoming Court Ballet and attend the dance with Harleen in a disgusting purple suit. Who would wear such a Barney like color to a formal dance.

"Shakespeare?" Barbara chuckled, tilting her head at Ed's unusual insult. She approved 100% of shakespearian put downs. They were far more interesting.

"Always." He shrugged, never one to not be himself. " it's better than any insult a curse word could provide."

Selena rolled her eyes, why were Bruce and her even sitting at the table with these two nerds. She actually wasn't a fan of many people at their table. There was Ed and Barbara, then Rachel and Harvey. None of which she cared for. "Well, while you bookworms chat, I'm going to go say hi to my girls."

"Selena! Have you seen Red's date?" Harley asked excitedly as Selena took a spare seat next to her.

"I don't believe I have had the pleasure." Selena laughed, Harleen was always in such a good mood. She did not understand how the girl did it.

Pamela pointed over by the punch bowl. There Selena was shocked to see Thomas Elliot. A private school boy who became incredibly wealthy when his parents died in a mysterious car crash. From what Selena had heard through the grapevine, rumor had it Elliot did it himself. That rumor did not last a day before his butler was found hanging, with a suicide note that explained all.

The redhead smirked, flipping back her hair. "You got your millionaire, I've got mine."

"Billionaire." Selena corrected, crossing her arms. "Bruce is a billionaire. His suit is worth more then your life Pam."

"Potato-Patoto- He's a cutie if you ask me." Harley giggled, "but nothing compared to my puddin."

"You and Jack are back together?" Pamela said sounding a little annoyed.

"Yep!"

"Where is the prankster anyways?" Selena quickly stopped Pamela from talking, hoping to keep her hatred to him to a minimum. No one wanted drama tonight.

"He stepped outside for some fresh air."

"Sure he did." Pamela mumbled.

"Well you know he's on homecoming court too?" Selena said, eyeing Harleys reaction. She looked a bit shocked but more excited then anything. It took Selena a few seconds before realizing Harley was far off into her dream land right now to respond. "And you know Homecoming King and Queen usually hook up right."

"Really?" Harleen gasps, wondering what would happen if her puddin got another girl for Queen. She was so scared to lose him. He wouldn't hook up with another girl, would he?

Pamela knew the legend of homecoming court too well. She had a bright smile on her face, "Hopefully Rachel doesn't mind too much." She winks at Selena, before looking back at the table.

Selena rolls her eyes at her friends humbleness, "and how do you know it will be you and Harvey?"

"Because, I know. I can make things happen." Pamela tapped her fingers against the table, "Plus he's the quarterback of the football team, I am the head cheerleader, it's what is supposed to happen."

"Wouldn't your date mind?"

Pamela rolled her eyes, "Who knows maybe I am wrong, and it'll be me and Bruce."

"Don't you fucking dare you little bitch." Selena growled, glaring daggers a Pamela. She knew what kind of girl Bruce was, and if she dared touch Bruce or make him King with her rigid election habits she would destroy the Queen Bee.

Pamela smiled, challenging Selena. "What scared of a little competition...surely you're at least sufficient for the Billionaire." She eyed Selena, and the non listening Harley. Her eyes glanced up for a moment before noticing Jack coming up from behind. "Incoming-"Pamela shot him a glare of her own as she left to meet up with Thomas to dance.

"Awe I was gonna surprise her."

Harley looks up hearing Jack's voice, "Puddin!" She giggled hugging him. "Come on! Let's dance!" Jack laughed, spinning her around. Usually he did not dance but he was in a rather good mood.

Selena eyed him silently observing. Jack had a weird smirk on his face and she did not like it. He had to be hiding something, and Selena knew it. A hand on her shoulder was shoved off, before she realized it was Bruce. "Care to dance?"

DJ Hatter smirked, picking up the mic. "While the officials are off counting the votes, we're going to slow things down a bit."

Jack chuckles, spinning Harley.

"What's so funny Mistah J?" Harley asked giggling along with him. Everyone else was slow dancing, but Jack never exactly followed what he was supposed to do. He spun her around, before pulling her in close. "Well, I have a surprise for you tonight."

"Really?!" Harley looked up at him, "Is that where you went off too?" She asked curiously.

"Of course." Jack replied with a wicked smile as an gold envelope was handed off to Jervis. The results. He kissed her neck softly, before backing away, "I'll be right back my dear..."

"Homecoming King and Queen are-"

Silent drapped the room as the sound of that golden envelope started to peal open. Pamela stood close to the stage, ready for her name to be relieved. For it was her after all that would win. Or so she thought. Others among the room thought they too knew the results.

"Harleen Quinzel and Jack Napier!"

Students started to cheer and clap. Harley had the brightest smile on her face, shaking for she could not believe this was happening, "Did you know?" She spun to ask Jack who had vanished. She hid her confusion well because she was far too excited to be concern with where he went. She giggled, hurrying toward the front of the stage. A crown and a sash waited for her.

Pamela was quiet, clapping very slowly. She smiled as her friend looked this way.

"Aren't you happy for her?" Selena's voice purred in Pamela's ear. She had a genuine smile on her face, watching Harley hurry up to the stage. "You think your the only one who can switch the ballots." Selena's voice softly taunted her, making Pamela turn around, glaring at Selena. Not only was she upset she did not win, she was worried for Harley. Harley did not need to be near that monster. As long as Pamela knew Jack he was controlling, wild and dangerous. She stared back at Selena who was still smirking, "Don't you ever threaten Bruce again."

Inside Pamela was boiling rage, but on the outside she appeared calm and happy for her friend. How dare Selena switch the votes because she did not want Ivy to win. Any other combination and Bruce would either end up hooking up with another girl, or Ivy would get Harvey. Just because the stupid girl did not want anyone kissing her boyfriend she ruined my homecoming. She shook her head, wishing she had watched Selena closer.

"Jack Napier? Jack?" Jervis repeated in the mic. Everyone looked through the crowd, but Jack was nowhere to be found. Harley did not know what to do, but stand there smiling. "Well rules state the king must be present at homecoming to be crowned so we must go to the male with the next highest votes.."

Jack was sitting in the rafters, watching as they went to get the second numbers. What? Who switched the votes after my joke! He eyes a kitten smirking in the corner, next to an upset Pam. Very well. A show must go on. Jack moved the canishers of bleach to the edge of the rafters over the center of the dance floor. That is where homecoming King and Queen would have their first dance. He had them ready for the kiss.

His beautiful Harley had already been crowned as Jack watched Jervis step back on stage. "Well Gotham Highs newest homecoming King is... Bruce Wayne."

Luckily the clapping was loud enough to cover Pamela's laughing as the name was called out. She looked back at Selena with a large smile. She noticed the kitten looked shocked. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"

Selena glared, crossing her arms. How was she supposed to know Jack would disapear. She was not too anger. It was one kiss. That was it. Having Bruce kiss Pamela or his good friend Barbara was much more dangerous then Harley, so she did not completely regret her situation.

Bruce looked surprised as he came on stage, he could have sworn he saw Jack moments ago. Something felt off. Nothing ever good happened when Jack disapeared. He kept a smile on his face as Jervis went to crown him, his eyes looking into the crowd.

Harley hugged Bruce, still excited for the honor. Maybe Jack had to use the bathroom or something. Bruce offered his hand out, following tradiation. "May I have this dance my Queen."

Harley smiled, nodding.

The School's alumna mater came on as the Homecoming King and Queen danced across the floor to the slow melody. Harley twirled in her sparkly dress. "You're a mighty good dancer Bruce."

Bruce laughed, gently dipping her. "I think Alfred takes the credit for that, he practically dragged me to the lessons."

Harley laughed softly, it was not a romantic dance with her puddin but was still the most fun she had every had at a high school dance. The beat of the song started to slow down as it was time for the kiss.

Jack was angry. How dare Bruce touch his girl like that. Harley was his toy! Jack was upset. As an outcome of his anger, a couple tiny drops of bleach spill over. They were so small that even Jack did not notice. He started to aim the banister for the couple ready for his finale.

Bruce gently leaned in toward her light red lips, softly planting a kiss on her. He started to pull away as the class clapped for them. Behind Harley small white drops spill from the ceiling behind Harley. His ears heard the sound of laughter above them and the a crash.

Thanks to Bruce's quick reflexes he moved fast enough to spare Harley from the bleach. As the cold liquid poured down onto the couple, Bruce had shield her with his suit coat.

Gasps filled the crowd of students as all eyes were on Harley and Bruce. Thanks to Bruce she didn't have much bleach on her. His suit coat took the loss for them both as Bruce had coved both their hair and faces with it. Harley was shaken up, feeling that it was meant for an attack on her personally. She felt betrayed, "T-Thank you Bruce-" She stepped back, unaware there was more to come. As Bruce stepped back to take off his ruined jacket another surprise hit Harley. A gallon of ice cold water was dumped on her from the rafters, drenching Harley and splashing anyone close.

A teen with green hair swung down on a theater rope, landing on the floor behind them. Of course it was her Puddin. Was this her surprise? Humiliation. Harley could already hear the snickers and camera phones. "TA-DA! You're real king is here, I know- I know-"

Everything moved in slow motion for Harley. Her makeup running down her face. Silence filled the room. She felt like some joke. Harley felt the tears swell in her eyes as she looked around. Everyone was staring at her. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. What would Johnny or Red say right now? Red woud say fuck everyone. As for Johnny...Johnny would say, he would say I'd look better with a smile. That he'd still be my friend no matter how silly I looked. Harley starts to giggle, no matter how bad she felt on the inside. Humiliated, Yes. Freezing cold and wet, Yes. But you know what? I am the Homecoming Queen. Everyone may have nominated me as a joke but I will show them, I will show Jack he can't get to me like this.

Taking a deep breath Harley steps forward, feeling everyones eyes on her as she gives them a smile. "It's raining men... hallelujah its raining men...amen..." I sing softly, trying to play off my humilation as I moved back up to the stage. Every student was still quiet, staring at me awkwardly. I stop, growing quiet myself. Maybe this wouldn't work.

Pamela ran out to my rescue, grabbing Jervis mic. "God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too...She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do-"

"She taught every angel, She rearranged the sky. So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy." Selena sang while giving a small nod to Ed as if a que for something. He hit two buttons on his phone and the sprinkles to the fire alarm started to fall on all the students at the dance.

Jervis quickly played along, knowing better to get on any one of these three girls bad side. The music for the Weather Girls, it's raining men started to play in the background.

I grin, looking at the two girls beside me as all three of us where ready to blast out the chorus. "Oh it's raining men, hallelujah its raining men, amen!" My smile turned into a real one as everyone dance in the 'rain' or the sprinkles with us.

When the song was about to end, Jervis quickly transitioned to a remix of Rihanna's umbrella. Soon enough most Gotham High was barefeet, dancing in the 'rain'. Sure, no one got as wet as Harley but who cared. Everyone was watching the three girls on stage singing and dancing to the rain themed songs Jervis was mixing. Firetruck Sirens wailed in the difference, but Eddie would take care of that. As for now everyone in Gotham high was having fun and no one was making Harley feel like a joke. In fact, Harley was the most fun she's had in a while just singing and dancing with her friends on stage.

Bruce did not seem too mad about his suit, he was just glad that no one was hurt. He crossed his arms, catching Jack just outside the hallway. He let the girls have their fun as he stepped out. Jack was taking a swig from a flash he had hidden, laughing his butt off.

"You think that was funny." Bruce said sternly

"Liven up Brucie, it was a joke. This whole dance is, hell this whole school is."

"I don't think Harley found it funny." Bruce left it at that as he walked back inside.

Jack took another big gulp of his drink. He looked inside seeing Harley laughing and having a good time. Everyone now was wet and dancing. What the hell? Way to ruin a good joke by everyone joining in on it. A joke wasn't funny if everyone knew the punchline.
The night could still be fun, Jack thought, trying to cut his losses. He was never one to pout, throw tempers yes, but not pout. Harley couldn't be too mad at him, she always seemed to come around. Hell he tried to get rid of her a few times now and she always came back. Maybe a little drinking and convincing he could take home that fun blonde. Not many girls were special enough to smile through a joke, or understand his.

Jack went to finish the last of his flash before feeling a little funny. This was whiskey? He looked down in the flash, that did not look like the right color for whiskey. In fact it looked rather unusual and bubbly. The room started to spin and spin, making him fight his way down the hall. No way he was going to let some braud drug him, he fell in the janitors closet. He looked at the mop and jumped, seeing it transform into his whore of a dead mother. So I am drugged. He laughed, knowing his little blonde had nothing to do with it. Well someone drugged him alright, hopefully it was something fun. He thought to himseslf, seeing his vision altering again and again.

Jack cracked a smile, fear. How bad could this be? This wise guy thinks he can scare me, let him try. Jack thought to himself as visions of his dad's abuse started haunting him, the feeling of acid burning his skin again, being abandoned by both of them. He knew who drugged him, that little bastard. Little did anyone know Jack had been working with some new chemicals of his own. But for now, all Jack could do was laugh and laugh, through the pain, cause some poor sap just picked a prank war with the wrong fella. "Well I'll just have to show him who gets the last laugh in this school." Jack muttered, his last words before finding himself submerged in a world of his worst nightmares.