Lets rock and roll

They all called him a madman. Said he killed without rhyme or reason. They were wrong. He was, in a sense, mad, he'd give them that, but not the mad they wanted him to be. They wanted him to be insane. To be a killer a who's actions could never be explained or forgiven by society. No one wanted to understand the Joker, a man with no morels. His own city refused to acknowledge his humanity. Now, littler men would have been bothered by this, but not the Joker. Gotham was presenting to him a challenge, and he was more than willing to take it. The boy named Jack and the man called the Joker were both born in the heart of the city and now that city wished him dead. He was Gotham's unwanted child. And who better to carry out the late abortion than the rival sibling, Gotham's golden boy, Batman. Just like Jack and the Joker, Bruce and Batman were born in Gotham's misery. Each was considered a bit strange, one by personality, one by costume. And both were sadly prone somewhat to violence. So what made the Batman better? It wasn't fair, really. Why did Gotham have to chose Batman to stand behind? Oh, he was mad alright, in fact, he was raging.

That afternoon

"And then, I thought to myself; 'Why not make Gotham pay? And what better way than to crush its heart and soul." The Joker turned to adjust the camera in front of him, making sure to disturb the broadcasting button, and turned it toward a figure with a sack on its head, tied to a chair in the corner. "Then I realized I could kill two birds with one stone! All I had to do was find out who Batty holds most dear, and pray Gotham loved them too." As he spoke, the Joker walked over to the figure and gripped the canvas that hide their identity. "Well, aren't you dying to know who I picked, Batman?" The Joker gave a throaty laugh as he ripped the bag off their head.

Alfred stumbled up the steps of Wayne Manor, nearly falling twice. "Master Wayne! Sir!" He called out loudly.

"Alfred?" Bruce poked his head out the door of the Wayne gym.

"Master Wayne! Come quick!"

"Why? What's wrong?" He stepped into to hall and took Alfred's shaking arm.

"The news an- and the Joker! Its Ms. Dawes, Bruce!" Alfred spit out the words out between breathes.

Bruce couldn't believe his eyes. He hijacked all the television channels just to broadcast a terrified Rachel to Batman. The Joker on screen laughed. "What do you think Batman? I'd say she looks pretty scared." He grabbed the woman's tear streaked face. "All you have to do to help this-" He paused to looked down at his bound victim. "poor girl is show up at the warehouse were we last met at nine o'clock tonight. And for her sake, don't be late." The signal ended after the Joker's cackle.

"Looks like I've got a date tonight Alfred. Put my dinner in the oven, would you?"