AN: IzukuJoker is not my idea. Check out MadSkullboy's 'The Laughing Deku' story for more IzukuJoker.

Chapter 1: Clown from ACE Chemicals

Life is funny.

One person's life can be great, glamorous, and full of glory.

Other's can be miserable, lonely, degrading, and full of shit.

Other's could be simple.

But there are a few that change the world. Inspirations from one's actions and words can change the world.

For better or for worse.

And life doesn't care. To life, it's just one, large, big, fat,…joke.

Especially Izuku Midoryia's life.

Izuku was running as fast as his legs could take him. He couldn't remember how long he was running. All he knew was that he had to get away from Kachaan and his gang. "Why did I have to fight back?! Why?!"

Flashback

Izuku was packing up his things after the school bell had rung. He reached for his notebook, only for it to be snatched away from his hand. And who else but Kachaan.

"H-hey! Kachaan! G-give it back!"

Kachaan glances over the title of the notebook before slamming both palms into the book, resulting in the it getting burned.

Something in Izuku suddenly snapped. He didn't show it; but he had felt it.

As Kachaan threw it out the window, Izuku, in a fit of anger, lunged at him and socked him right in the face with enough force to send him stumbling a few feet behind him. Izuku seemed to snap out of whatever it was that had taken a hold of him. Only to see Kachaan staring at him in an expression of pure wrath and confusion. When Izuku recalled his actions, his eyes widened in fear and sprinted out of the room before Kachaan could catch him.

End of Flashback

He was panicking so fast he barley even registered that Kachaan was gaining on him.

"COME BACK HERE, DEKU!"

That only caused Izuku to run even faster. He ran with surprising agility as he turned sharp corners and dodged obstacles, such as trash cans. He continued this for a while until he came to a fence that surrounded a large isolated building.

"Oh, man! Just great! How am I ever-" His thoughts stopped as he noticed a hole in the fence to his right. He scrambled through the hole and entered the building through an open door. Unfortunately for him, he failed to notice the sign that hung on top of the door.

ACE Chemicals.

Izuku ran a few feet beyond the door before checking to making sure he wasn't followed. He waited a few seconds that felt like hours to him.

He was only greeted by silence. Which was filled with a large sigh made by Izuku.

"Phew. That was a close one. I though for sure I would have been caught by Kachaan." His relief was interrupted, however by what sounded like liquid bubbling. "Hm?" He looked behind him to find a set of staircases leading up to the next level of the building. Curiosity got the better of him as he made his way up the stairs. He approached a wide walkway with no railings. Underneath it, however was a menacing lime-green glow. Izuku, carefully making sure not to fall over, looked down. He saw several large vat tubes of a neon green bubbling liquid, slowly churning in a clockwise direction. "What kind of place is this?" he wondered as he left the edge of the walkway.

"THERE YOU ARE, YOU QUIRKLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Izuku quickly turned around to face Bakugou, standing there with a feral smile on his face, his red eyes burning into Izuku.

"You think you could escape me?! I'll make you pay for that!"

"W-wait! Ka-Kachaan! I'm sorry! Please! I-I promise I'll make-!"

"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!" He shouted as he lunged for Izuku. Izuku couldn't dodge in time and was struck in the face with a explosion. As he got up, he failed to see the other attack that Bakugou had performed; a sharp jab to Izuku's abdomen. This caused him to stumble back wards as he collapsed on all fours. Izuku grunted in pain as Bakugou grabbed his hair and pulled him up to eye level with a devilish smirk. "Still feeling confident, Deku?" Izuku forcefully swallowed blood and bile that had risen up in his throat before responding.

"K-k-achaan, pl-pl-ease..."

Bakugou snorted in annoyance as he threw Izuku closer towards the ledge of the walkway. He tried to get up, but Bakugou had walked towards him and looked over the edge. Bakugou smirked quickly before glancing back towards Izuku.

"Why not throw yourself off the bridge here? Heck, who knows? You might get a quirk in your next life. Then you might be useful." And with that, he left Izuku to his injuries, his laughs echoing the abandoned building.

Izuku stares at the factory ceiling for so long, it felt like an eternity. He let his salty tears cascade down his cheek as he slowly got up. "I've got to get home. Mom will be worried sick." Izuku grunted in pain as he placed a hand on his abdomen. "Whatever Kachaan did, it might take longer than to heal than before." He stopped however as he remembered Bakugou's words.

"Why not throw yourself off the bridge here? Heck, who knows? You might get a quirk in your next life. Then you might be useful."

Izuku felt something take a hold of him as he glanced back down at the neon green chemicals. "Maybe...maybe Kachaan's right. The world doesn't need me. I'm Quirkless after all. Who would miss me anyway?" He lofted his foot about to fall down into the liquid. "But...I can't. I can't do that to Mom." He brought his foot back to the bridge. He wiped away his tears as he began his trek home.

But fate was not on Izuku's side.

As soon as Izuku took his first step, he tripped.

And plunged right into the green chemicals.

And that was the day Izuku Midoryia was no more.

Voices.

That was all Izuku could hear. He couldn't feel, touch, see, or taste anything. He could only hear voices. Hundreds of voices. Some were calm and gentle, while others were angry and screaming. Some were miserable and cruel, others were happy and excited. Izuku was all talked at once, making his mind feel like schools of fish swimming in a tiny, fragile, glass fish bowl. But one stood out. Kachaan's. The voice penetrated all of those voices.

He was so cold. And...wet? Izuku slowly opened his eyes, yet it seemed like he didn't even have them. What he saw was a cloudy night, followed by the the drips of rain water that came with it.

Unknown to him, he was currently laying down in a muddle puddle that was in front of a large rusty sewer pipe. And said pipe was outside the city.

"Wha… what happened?"

He failed to notice the change in his voice.

As he painfully attempted to sit up, he found himself suddenly feeling extremely sore and itchy. His hair and head felt like the scratchiest carpet in the world.

"I-it I-itches... It hurts so much!" he whined frantically as he scratched his head like a stray dog. "Wh-why does it..." He immediately stopped scratching as he stared at a puddle of water on the ground.

"he...he...he...he...he...hehehehehehehe...hahahahahahahahaha...HaHaHaHaHaHahahahahah...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

The world will never be the same ever again.

Not with the unholy, demonic laughter that filled the night sky.

Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction ever so feel free to critique it. It would definitely help the story. Speaking of the story, there are a few points I will make:

•No main ships, just some background ships. No homo ships either.

•There may be other characters turned Batman villains eventually, but it's not definite.

•And Izuku will not join the League of Villains. He'll be making his own kind of thing.

That's it for now. If your have trouble picturing Izuku's new voice, he'll sound like Mark Hamill's Joker. I'll try to update this story as much as possible, but there is no definite update schedule. I have several MHA characters as Batman Villains on my Instagram page, nikoporter_art_and_animations, if you're interested, so leave in the comments which one you would like to see. Feel free to leave ideas for the story. Until then, see ya next chapter!