*A/N: I just want to say, Jack is very young, like 18, because if he was older the story wasn't as I thought it would be! Sorry, this will probaly be the only story with a very young Joker. Btw this isn't a lego Batjokes story but I couldn't find a good picture of a orphanage *
Orphanage
Bruce didn't want to hurt the boy, he was too young. He didn't get why such a young boy could be a psychotic murderer. How did he even get those wapons? One night Bruce went as Batman on the streets to chase after the Joker, he already knew his name was Jack because Jack's cousin worked for him on a heist and accidentally asked "where do I put those bags of money, Jac-" Jack quickly punched him to the ground, almost bleeding to death. Batman acts like he didn't hear anything but he knew his name now.
Batman landed right in front of the boy. "Joker, stop!"
Jack was shooting random people because he was mad about something.
"Go away Bats. I'm busy!" He shot one person who was running away. The person fell on the ground.
"Jack..." Batman whispered, making Jack turn around really slow with a murderous look in his eyes. "Don't. Call. Me. That." He spat, pointing the gun at Batman."don't. Make. Me shoot you."
"Give me your wrists..." Batman said, no emotion in his voice.
"What? Why?" Jack looked confused but put his arms in front of himself. Batman handcuffed him. Jack didn't run away or tried to get out of the handcuffs, he knew it would be a waste of his energie.
They both sat in the Batmobile. They drove pass Arkham. "Uhm... Bats? You drive the wrong way, Arkham is there." He pointed behind his head.
"I know... you're not going to Arkham..."
"What?! Why not? I belong there! I shoot people or blow up a building and you bring me to the Arkham asylum! That's how the story goes!"
"I bring you to a kind of orphanage... you're too young for the asylum."
"What? Are you shit takling me?! You always brought me there!"
"That was before I knew you're underaged..."
"I'm NOT underaged! I a grown up!"
"You're 18..."
"How you know?"
"First, you're voice doesn't sound deep enough for a grown up man..."
"Not every man has a deep voice like you! That's not fair, I'm not ready with my puberty yet, I guess."
"And... since I know you're name, I could search things about Jack's... a guy named Jack Napier looked a bit like you, he hasn't green hair or a pale skin but the frames of his body looked like yours... he died a year ago, two weeks before the Joker appeared. He would be 18 by now..."
Jack didn't say anything, he just looked straight in front of him.
She stopped in front of a big house. Batman took Jack out of the car, he refused to walk so Batman dragged him inside. They stopped at a desk.
"Hello, I'm Batman, I want to bring this boy here, he's too young for prison."
"Is he between 5 and 21 years old?" A woman behind the desk asked.
"Yes he's 18."
"Stop saying that." Jack whispered, he didn't want to hear anybody talking about his life besides the Joker. Age doesn't matter for the Joker, the only thing that matters is that he's scary and crazy! Batman started to fill in a list with questions about Jack. He answerd every question, except his full name, where he lived, and who his parents were. Jack didn't have parents, he killed his father and his mother died when she was pregnant from her second child.
"Okay, uhmm..." the lady said, kinda asking for Jack's name.
"Call me J, if you want." He said quietly, he really didn't want to go to the orphanage.
"Okay, J, follow me, I'll show you your new room." The lady said friendly.
"No worries Batman..." a big, fat lady. "I am the owner of this orphanage, we'll teach him some manner."
"Are you sure? You know he's a psychopath, right?"
"I know..." she walked away in a mysterious way.
Jack entered the room. It was a dark cold room, the walls were dark grey, there was only a crappy bed that started to make noises when there blew only a little wind trough the room, a little cabinet next to the bed, and a chair, what looked like a chair where you have to sit on when you got tortured, there were handcuffs and belts attached to it. Jack tried to swallow. "Don't be afraid, we only punish you if you're a bad kid and don't follow our rules!" The lady said, still with a fake friendly voice. When the lady closed the door and walked away, Jack sat down on the bed. He felt it could break any moment. He saw a window and walked to it. It wasn't locked so he could open it easy with just a litle power. He followed the lady from earlier up to the attic from the house, so he could get easy on the roof if he wanted, he just had to climb onto the ladder on the right of the window.
