Broken : The Joker Deaged |Slow Updates|

Prologue.

Batman pushed the wood planks off of him.
He was sick and tired of the crazy clown infront of him.

Why can't he just stay in Arkham? Damn Joker.

"Ow Batsy,Batsy. Can't you see? I just want to make you a wittle more.... Beautiful!" The Joker cackled, holding up the weird gun-like machine in one of his hands.

What sick trick does he have up his sleeve this time?

Batman threw a batarang at the Joker's wrist, successfully knocking the machine out of his hand.

"Ouchie! Now, That was rude" Joker frowned and grabbed a little kid nearby.

Batman's eyes widened as he processed what was happening. He can't let the Joker take a life. But he momentarily stopped when he noticed a movement behind the Joker.

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Jake was terrified. But he wouldn't let the Joker kill the child. He didn't know the kid personally. But just moments ago, the kid had been clutching onto the hem of his shirt.

He had promised him that everything was going to be alright. That Batman would save them. But now, Batman was injured, and The Joker is going to kill the kid.

No, he can't let that happen. He won't let that happen.

His eyes wandered around and quickly noticed the weird gun-like machine that the Joker had dropped.

Yes, that's it.

He grabbed the machine and pulled the trigger.

He heard Batman yell out as a blinding white light struck The Joker, "NO!"

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There was silence. The Joker had disappeared. But To where? Batman looked around and spotted the young man who pulled the trigger hugging the little boy who was captured by the Joker before.

After making sure everyone was okay, He asked everyone to clear the place. Eventually, it was just him and the empty, broken building. He was going to turn away when he heard a whimper. Like that of a little boy.

He followed the sound and found out it was coming from behind a table that lied flipped on the ground.

He approached carefully and looked over. He was taken aback by what he saw.

A little boy sat there with his knees propped up to his jaws, make-up smeared on his face, crying. The boy looked like he has been starving for the past few weeks. He was clutching onto Some purple cloth that was wrapped around him.

Batman's eyes widened in realization and fear as he instinctively scooped up the little boy in his arms.

Before anyone could see him, Batman fled out and jumped into the Batmobile with the weeping little kid carefully wrapped up in his arms.

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Heyy!

I just wanted to say that in this fic, Batsy is no more than 30 years old and also, he didn't take in Dick or Jason or any of the batkids.

Hmm.... Well, I sincerely hope you enjoy this.

Vote and comment if you do <3

~🙂♥️

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