Bruce woke up really early. He got a call from the GCPD because they saw Joker in an alley robbing an old lady. He pulled on his Batsuit and went on top of a building near the ally. There was something weird about the Joker this night. He didn't wear the purple suit he always wore, he wore a bright purple sweatshirt and olive green ripped jeans and red all stars. He had the same pale skin as always but his hair was a little darker. Bruce had to know the Joker in the ally was really the Joker. The boy punched an old lady and started to laugh. His laugh was a little higher as normal but it was a maniacally laugh. Bruce wanted to dive down the alley but he froze on his place when he saw Jokers next move.
A little boy walked in the alley, he held his mother's and father's hand, jumping up and down and talking about a movie. Bruce saw the green haired boy reaching a gun from a little backpack. He pointed the gun from the father to the mother to the kid. "Well well well... look what we have here... a mother, father and a kiddo... tsk tsk... yknow, it's not the smartest idea to walk trough a dark alley at uh..." the green haired boy looked on his watch "3 am! Wow! This little kid has to be tiiireeed! Right, little guy? Soooo tired you are!" He patted on the kids head with the gun. Bruce froze even more when he heard that voice, it wasn't the Joker! He jumped down right in front of the boy, grabbed him by the throat and pulled him up to the building with his grappling hook.
"What the... Batman! I uh... Don't hurt me! I swear I didn't do anything yet!" The green haired boy said. Bruce knew the guy. It was Dave, his best friend since his childhood. "Waaait... Bruce, why the fuck? Set me down on the ground!" Dave was one of the less people who knew the secret identity of Batman.
"Dave, you was about to kill two people..."
"What that? That was just a little prank! I know those people! They wanted me to scare the kid, he doesn't know me."
"Did you have to use that stupid trick? You know I lost my parents that way, right?"
"Yeah and I'm so sorry for that! Well I gotta go! I promised my brother to be home at 3:30!"
"You have a brother? Who is it? Do I know him?"
"Bruce relax! It's not like he's my new girlfriend, don't be such a dad. His name is Jack, well, I always call him J. He's my twin brother. But I really have to go now, he can be such a cunt if I don't be home on time!"
"Okay... bye."
Dave climbed down the building. "Sorry kiddo, maybe next time, the D has to go home!" He said to the little boy who was in shook standing between his mom and dad. The father gave him 10 dollar for acting like a bad guy. He started to walk home trough other alleys. When he came home his brother was waiting.
"What took you so long damnit?! You know I have a meeting in about 5 minutes!" Jack yelled from his room.
"Geez J relax! They'll sure wait for you, they always do."
"DAVE! SHUT UP! I know, I'm too smart and important for them to start without me. But you know Harley gets really upset if I'm late so she has to sit next to Penguin and Two face! Hmmm... maybe I'll stay a couple minutes more! Hehe!" Jack laughed while searching a shirt from his closet.
Bruce was still standing on the building, asking himself why Dave dressed up like the Joker, sure it was less scary if he was a normal guy but how could he look so a like? Dave usually had black hair and a pale skin but less pale than this time. He had to know why. He knew where Dave lived so he ran over roof tops to be there faster. It was a dark, shady area. He rang the bell and waited. Dave opened the door. "Bruce! What you're doing here? Why are you in your suit..!" Dave said surprised. He tried to not sound as loud as he wanted.
"Dave! Who's at the dooooor?!" Jack yelled from his room."
"Uh... it's Bruce, nothing to worry about!"
"Who da fuck is Bruce?" Jack said to himself.
"Who's that? His voice sounds familiar." Bruce asked but Dave quick changed the subject.
"I'm realllly really sorry for what just happened in that alley, yknow, I need money, I can't borrow it from J and never return it!"
"I get it... maybe you can work for me? I'll pay you well if you deliver good work."
"Hmm maybe, I'll call you kay? 11am?"
"Uh yeah... call me."
