Chapter I

15 years later…

Dr. Harleen Quinzel looked threw the files until she found the right one and headed for the door. "I know you're there." She said and Batman came out of the shadows.

"How'd you know?"

"I've fought you for years, I've been able to sense you sense my 'rehabilitation'."

"Actually that's what I wanted to ask you about."

"Don't worry, the only way I'd end up with the Joker again is if I had to choose between him and my current client."

"Wait, your current client is worse than the Joker?" Batman asked as they walked down the halls.

"You mean no one told you? Wonder why?"

"Harleen,"

"Please, it's Harley."

"Just tell me who it is Harley."

Harley sighed, "Okay, you deserve to know…it's Michael Myers."

Batman's eyes widened, " The Michael Myers? The one who killed his sister?"

"And her boyfriend, and his Mother's boyfriend, and some believe he may be responsible for that kid they found in the forest the next day…we're here."

Batman looked into the cell. The walls were lined with masks made of paper-mâché. At a desk sat a large man with long brown hair. Judging from his height sitting, Batman figured he was 6 ½ to 7 feet tall and his shoulders were about 2 ½ feet wide. In short, he was big. He was currently making another mask.

"Michael." Harley said.

Michael ignored her. "Michael."

"How many times do I have to tell you, you're wasting your time." An old janitor said, "I've been here since Mikey was brought here. He hasn't made a single sound since he got here."

"Um… that was 15 years ago."

"Yeah, he hasn't spoken in 15 years. I think the walls got him. He was just a kid back then."

Batman stared at Michael a few more seconds, not likening the feeling he got from this guy.

"He casts a weird feeling doesn't he." Dr. Loomis said as he approached. "I'm sure Harley notices it to. Though my assistant and I have different opinions on what to do with Michael."

"Really Loomis!" Harley said, "Our job is to help these people not condemn them!"

"What do you mean?" Batman asked.

"I can't get through to Michael and personally I think he's too dangerous. I think we should just lock him up."

"I can't agree with that!" Harley shouted.

"Now Harley, surely you must realize-."

"Shut up Loomis! I got this job so I could help people with disturbed minds. Michael more than qualifies, so I will try. you don't like that huh? Well that's just too damn bad!"

"I have to go." Batman said, "You how it gets this time of year."

"Be seeing you Batman." Harley said.

Later that night…

Harley sighed in defeat. Once again Michael had not even looked at her.

"I'll see you tomorrow Michael." She said before she left.

After she left one of the new security guards approached his cell.

"Hey there Mikey." The guy said in a tone that clearly meant he was an asshole. "You're dumb as a sack of shit aren't you huh? And you smell even worse. Hey look here." He said holding up the keys. "You want these, well you can't have them dumb shit." He said as Michael stood by the door, taking one of the masks of the wall, and orange one with an evil smile on it. Then, fast as lighting, he grabbed that guy by the hand and pulled him into the bars, then he did it again, and again, and again until he fell, dead. Michael grabbed the keys and let himself out.

He brutally murdered three more security guards on his way out. He left with only one though in mind. Angel…

"Harley? This better be important." Batman said.

"He got out!"

"Who?"

"Michael Myers! He got out!"

Batman felt his blood freeze. "Where's he going?"

"There is only one place that makes sense. Home."

A/N: Mwhahahahahaha! R&R