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CHAPTER 1

"Now everyone shut up and hit the floor!" The Joker grinned as he waved a gun around. He was currently in the middle of robbing the Gotham City Bank and there was no sign of Batman. This was probably the best heist of his life! "Come on," He walked over to the bank tellers and knocked on the glass with his gun. "Smile. It's not that bad." A guard reached for his gun and aimed it at the Joker. The Joker shot the guard without even looking away from the teller. "Unless you're that guy."

The guard's gun fell and slid across the floor and stopped at a young teenager's feet. He was on his stomach and hiding his face. The teen looked over at the gun. He shouldn't do it. He was supposed to keep himself out of the way and out of trouble and wait until Batman showed up.

Richard looked down at his watch. Was this thing working? He'd pressed the emergency button almost an hour ago when the Joker first walked in. He looked back over at the gun. He really shouldn't do it.

The Joker laughed as he picked up the dead guard and danced around with him, blood spilling everywhere as the body spun. "By god!" The Joker exclaimed, "You feel a little limp." the guard's head fell back and a small amount of blood mixed with saliva dripped out of his mouth and down his face. "But you are so light on your feet!" He shouted with a mad grin.

Richard glanced at all the frightened people in the room. He had to do something, anything. He reached out for the handgun. As his fingers just barely graced the gun the body of the guard dropped down next to him and a voice above him spoke, "Don't try to be a hero, kid." The voice held no humor. Richard looked up and there before him was the Joker with a scowl on his face. Well, as much a scowl as he could have.

"Well, I'll be dammed! It's Brucy's boy." The psycho reached down and pulled Richard to his feet. "Why don't you come and sit over here by me?" The Joker practically dragged Richard by his collar over to a waiting sofa in the middle of the room. He threw the boy down onto the couch and turned to his men. "Hurry up!" He shouted. To emphasize his need to rush he shot one of the croons in the back of the head.

People screamed and hid their heads. Richard recoiled when the Joker plopped down next to him. The mad man slung his arm around his shoulders. "It's real good you're here, boy. Now I'll have a meat shield when the Bat shows up. He never lets me have my fun..." The Joker sighed. He turned to Richard with his evil grin and leered at him. "Do you want to have some fun, kid?"

Richard looked away. "No thanks. I'll just wait for Batman to come." He looked around and noticed that they were almost done getting everything into bags. He had to stall them, somehow. "Besides," He tact on, "you're not really my type."

The Joker just sputtered at the boy. "That's not what I meant!" The Joker jumped up from his spot and looked at all of the people staring at him. "That's not what I meant!"

Richard smiled to himself as the Joker got more and more angry. Surprising as it sounds, an angry Joker was less likely to kill anyone. "Tell them that you twisted my words!" The Joker pointed his gun at Richard, ready to shoot him. 'Well, my logic is often wrong...' Richard held his hands up in the air and backed up a little. "Whatever you say. Just put the gun away. You've got your money, you can go now." He pointed to the door.

The Joker looked at the door and then back at Richard. The psycho stepped forward and the kid leaned back. "You're right. I should just go." He said slowly. "But with Gotham's finest out there it's going to be rather difficult," He grabbed Richard's wrist and pulled him towards the main entrance. "Without my meat shield! Heeheehee!"

Outside, the cops surrounded the bank with snipers, S.W.A.T. and other forms of police. The Commissioner was on the radio trying to get a hold of the security guard inside the bank, not knowing he was dead. The whole place was a mess. Some of the city's most important people were in there. The front doors burst open and the Joker walked out with Richard in front of him. "Oh, look. We have an audience!" The Joker yelled. "Tell them who you are." When Richard didn't say or do anything, the Joker let go of his wrist and grabbed a hold of his hair, yanking his head up for all to see. "Tell them!"

"My name is Richard Grayson!" He yelled out. Almost immediately, the Commissioner ordered everyone to stand down.

"And I'll do something very unpleasant to him if anyone tries to stop me." The villain then stuck the gun into Richard's mouth. The goons loaded a toy truck with the money, jewelry, and gold. Of all the banks in the city this one was supposed be the safest and here it was, being robbed by a clown.

'Where is he?!' Richard panicked. He started having problems breathing with the gun in his mouth. The Joker started to move them backwards and then into the back of the van. When the two of them were in the van the Joker pulled the gun out of the kid's mouth and aimed at the crowd of people. "Pick someone, kid." The Joker ordered. Richard didn't answer at first, but when the mad man aimed at an old lady he grabbed the man's other arm tightly and shook his head frantically. "Please, I'll do anything! Just don't harm anymore people." Richard looked up at the Joker. The Joker looked down at him and cringed. He closed his eyes briefly before firing the gun four times. The four goons in front of them fell down dead. People screamed and fled the area.

The Joker threw Richard down onto the sacks of money and slammed the doors shut. "Drive!" He ordered the last of the goons. They sped off, down the street. The Joker turned to Richard and looked him up and down. "Anything?" Richard looked at him like he had just grown a second head. Was he serious? This couldn't be the real Joker.

"Not that!" The Joker yelled. This kid was seriously making him very unhappy! He pulled the kid up and stared him down. "I want you to start a 'Joker fan club'." He said with a big grin on his face.

"You've got to be kidding me." Richard started to laugh. It just figured. Fans, then world domination. Yup, this was the real Joker, alright. "Haha-no." He stopped laughing and answered.

"You listen here you little sh-!" At that moment the front windshield smashed in and the last goon died. The van came to a sudden halt and the two hit the van wall and bounced to the very back of the van. Bags busted open around them and all Richard knew was that he was on the bottom.

Outside, Batman was very pissed that Richard allowed himself to be kidnapped. He threw open the back doors, coins and other valuables falling out, and the sight that greeted his eyes made his blood boil. There was the Joker, with a gun, on top of his adopted son in what could be call a very compromising position. The two looked up at him and the Joker paled (if possible). "This isn't what it looks like."

A/N: Let me know if you think I should continue with this story! It's my first FanFic, but don't be gentle. I like it rough!