So this was a random idea i had, if people like it i'll write a bit more. As always i own nothing, read and review!

A hooded figure watched the Jokerz from the shadows as the teenaged gang members sprayed painted J's over every building. J-man was in the corner, laughing to himself, while the others tagged the walls. "When the T's see this, they're gonna flip!" chuckled the wannabe Joker.

"Yea man! Those T's won't know what hit them!" cried Smirk. The Jokerz all whooped and snorted as they thought about their hated rivals.

After tagging a few more walls, Spike finally got bored. "Come on guys, let's find some real fun!"

The others looked to J-man who guffawed. "Spike's right, why settle for simple vandalism!? There's a city out there, full of crime and fun just for us!"

The hooded figure faded back into the shadows at the Jokerz shot out of the alley on motor cycles. The mysterious newcomer flipped himself up onto the fire escape and raced up to the roof. After that, he took off after the Jokerz, jumping from roof to roof.

Finally the Jokerz stopped, more accurately they changed course, and began to circle a family of four. The hooded follower snarled slightly and produced two black handles. The handles turned into a pair of fighting sticks, and the figure leaned closer to the building. "Now, now, we just want to make you smile!" shouted J-man as the others laughed. The family huddled behind the father, who despite being afraid, tried to stand up for his family.

Scab grinned at the guy and decked him. The father flew back, while his wife chased after him. "Let's have fun boys," cackled Scab as he grabbed the wife.

Then a black blur landed in the middle. Faster than the Jokerz could react, two fell to the ground, clutching their knees. A swift blow knocked Scab back, followed by crescent kick to Spike. The vigilante smashed a front kick into the Jokerz's stomach then crashed a stick into his jaw. He spun, sticks at the ready. J-man pulled out a gun and pointed it at the family. "Easy now, we're just out for a laugh. No need to get so rough. Who are you, some bat wannabe?"

The figure cocked his head to the side, then his arm flew up. A throwing knife impeded itself in J-man's shoulder, the Joker screamed as he dropped his gun. The hooded figure walked over to J-man and bashed one of his sticks into the Joker's head. A swift kick ensured he'd stay down. The two Jokerz taken out first went to jump up when the vigilante glared back at them. "Stay…down," he growled. The Jokerz didn't move. The vigilante turned back to the family, money in hand. "Take this…go, and don't come back." The mother nodded as she helped her husband up. The vigilante turned back to the Jokerz, a chain appeared in his hands.

The police found the Jokerz chained together, in the middle of the street. All that was missing from the scene was a black and blue motorcycle used by J-man. Batman and the commissioner stared at the Jokerz, Barbara shook her head. "I knew this would happen, we have ourselves a copycat vigilante. Should have seen it coming with you running around the way you do."

"Wait how is this my fault?" asked Batman.

"Because you're doing so well, you've inspired others, others who aren't as well funded, supplied or trained," answered the former Batgirl.

Batman glanced back at the downed Jokerz. "Seems like he did alright."

Gordon huffed as she looked back at the gang members. "These kids are exactly what they dress like, clowns. Just because this kid could handle a few thugs on his own, doesn't mean he's ready for being a real vigilante."

Batman nodded as he looked over the scene. "Did he leave anything?" Barbara handed Terry an evidence bag, the vigilante's throwing knife in it.

"Only thing, he used a pair of fighting sticks according to those chuckle heads and then disappeared. Oh not before he gave the victims some money, from the Jokerz," answered the commissioner.

Batman nodded his thanks as he stuck the bag in his belt. "I'll run some tests."

Gordon shook her head slightly. "Yes you do that, now if you don't mind I have a crime scene to attend to." She turned away. "Oh one more thing," when she turned back he was gone. Barbara smiled slightly. "Getting more like the old man every day."

Terry flew over the city in the Batmobile, a frown on his face. "I never thought about inspiring others. Did this happen to you when you were doing this?"

"More than I care to admit. It stopped when Joker broadcasted killing several on live television," answered Bruce. Terry could hear the older man take a deep breath as he steadied himself. "I'll analyze the knife when you get back to the Cave, for now just continue patrol."

"Right," answered Terry as he gunned the Batmobile's engine. The patrol didn't turn up anything useful. All he found was a few new graffiti symbols, a red V, almost like a bird. Other than that, nothing, not even any gang activity to take the edge off. Eventually Terry decided to just call it a night and returned home.

The pattern continued for a week, rumors of a new vigilante surfaced all the time, no one ever got a good look at his face, he didn't leave behind any real markers, hell, he barely even talked to his opponents or victims. The only clues he left, throwing knives, were useless. The blades were handmade, the steel shipment stolen from a corrupt construction supply company.

It was starting to irk Terry, a lot. "I just don't get it Max!" complained Terry one day. "Why can't I find this kid?" Dana was once again not talking to Terry for breaking another date, so it was just the two of them. Max had brought up the new vigilante to distract Terry from his on and off again girlfriend.

Max shrugged as the pair walked through the hallways. "How do you know it's a kid?"

"He's sloppy, leaves behind gear broken equipment, heck the only reason I can't find him is because he knows enough not to leave any trace back to himself," answered Terry. He went to say more when they heard a commotion.

"Move it new kid!" shouted Nelson. Said new kid looked Nelson in the eye, then turned back to his locker, unfazed. He was about 6 feet tall, with black hair, sunglasses covered his eyes. He had an athletic build, but wasn't particularly bulky. "I said move it!" The kid just kept putting his books away. "That's it!" Nelson grabbed the kid, and what happened next shocked everyone. The new kid stared at the hand on him, then back to Nelson. Faster than Nelson could cock his arm back, he was on the ground, the new kid stood over him, his sunglasses off and a vicious look in his eyes. His eyes were gold, and seemed to gleam.

"Don't…touch…me," he hissed out. The teenager turned away, scooped his bag and left. His sunglasses reappeared and hid his eyes from the rest of the world.

Both Terry and Max looked at each other. "You don't think?" started Max.

"Best lead I've gotten so far," replied Terry. "Check you later Max, got some work to do." Terry ran off after the new kid. Or tried too. As soon as Terry lost sight of him in a hallway, the kid vanished. He stopped in the middle of the empty hall. "Man, so that's what it feels like. Not schway."

Then he was grabbed and slammed into a locker. "Why...are…you…following…me?" was whispered into his ear.

Terry fought down his instincts to attack, instead held up his hands. "Just wanted to see if you were alright, Nelson is kind of a jerk."

The pressure on his back disappeared as the new kid let him go. He cocked his head to the side as he stared at Terry. "Fine." He turned to walk away when Terry grabbed his arm. The new kid looked back, a glare in his eyes.

Terry took his hand back. "Sorry," he said as he held up his hands. "Just wanted to introduce myself, name's Terry McGinnis." Terry offered the kid a handshake.

The new kid turned around completely, confused. "Um…Drake…Drake Abel."

"Nice to meet you Drake, why don't you come hang with a few friends of mine?" asked Terry as he shook Drake's hand.

Drake looked almost…afraid. "Not…very…good…with," he took a deep breath, as if to steady himself. "People," he finished.

"Doing fine with me," countered Terry. Drake scratched his head awkwardly, and even with the sunglasses, Terry could tell he was nervous. "It's just an invitation, no pressure. I'll check ya later Drake, ok?" Drake nodded hesitantly and Terry walked off. The new teen watched Terry leave, a frown on his face.

He shook his head to himself. "Not m-m-meant t-t-to be," he stuttered. Drake simply left the school after that.

Terry rejoined Max. "So what's the deal?" asked the pink haired girl.

Terry shrugged. "Speech pattern fits, slow, drawn out, and he has some experience fighting. But I don't know."

"Well, looks like you're gonna have to catch him in the act," replied Max.

Terry could only sigh. "Easier said then done."

Later that night, Terry was on patrol talking to Bruce. "I don't know if it is him, but he definitely fits what little information we have, doesn't' speak, sharp combat skills"

"Knocking over one of your classmates does not mean sharp combat skills," countered Bruce.

Batman shook his head. "He didn't just punch him, he floored him, before Nelson could react. Then there was the matter of actually sneaking up on me. He grabbed me in a lock before I knew it."

"Still doesn't seem that impressive," said Bruce, a hint of a smirk on his face.

Batman glared slightly as he drove. "Yea, yea, yea. This Drake kid though, he's definitely not normal."

Bruce leaned forward as he rested his arms on the computer. "Not many are, still if he is this new vigilante, he'll slip up, they always do."

"Kind of ironic coming from you," said Terry. The teenager went to say more when an alarm sounded.

"There's a break in at National Jewelers, looks like the T's are having some fun," commented Bruce.

"Great," muttered Terry. "Almost as much fun as the Jokerz, I'm on it." He hit the throttle and sped off to the scene.

Underneath the Batmobile, a motorcycle followed the same hooded vigilante from before on it. He tapped a comm bead in his ear and heard the police report. He throttled the engine when he saw a blond girl slowly back into an alley, three guys with her. He pulled over but stopped. The hooded figure looked back at the retreating Batmobile then to the alley. With a sigh he got off the bike.

"Don't worry pretty lady, we just want some creds, then you can be on your way," said one of the muggers. The others giggled; they had pipes and chains in their hands.

"Get away from me!" cried the girl. The thugs all chuckled as they closed in.

Then the hooded vigilante appeared. "Get…back," he growled, fighting sticks in hand. He positioned himself in between the girl and the three thugs.

The leader laughed as he stared. "Lookie here boys, we got ourselves a wannabe Batman, let's show him why that's a very unschway decision."

The hooded vigilante cocked his head to the side, then charged. Faster than the thugs anticipated, he was amongst them. One stick smashed into a thug's head, while another was bashed into another's stomach. He whirled around; blocking a pipe then slammed a stick into the leader's collarbone. He cocked his head to the side then back kicked, knocking the wind out of the first thug. He bashed the final thug several times then turned back to the leader. He slipped his sticks onto his back and drew a throwing knife. He slammed the leader against the alley war. "Creds…now!"

"I-i-i-in m-my pocket!" cried the defeated thief. The vigilante pinned the teen to the wall with a throwing knife and punched him in the stomach. The thief coughed then passed out. The vigilante patted the thief down, found his wallet and tossed it to girl.

"Take…this…take a cab…and go home," said the mysterious newcomer. He turned away and jumped onto his motorcycle. He peeled out while the girl watched. The vigilante gunned his bike's engine as he weaved in and out of traffic. By the time he got to the jewelry store, the T's were taken care of, and Batman was nowhere to be seen. The vigilante cursed under his breath as he turned his bike away and took off into the night.