The Joker and the Purple Jester {Currently Being Updated}

The Truth

The Truth

I looked Batman and Robin in the face as I struggled to escape the handcuffs.

"Let me go, or you'll regret it!" I yell, as Batman picks me and throws me over his shoulder.

"Where are you taking me?!" I scream, "If you take me to jail, Joker's only gon-" I get cut off by Batman.

"Oh, I'm not taking you to jail, I'm taking you somewhere special." He says.

Well shit, if I'm not in jail how will The Joker find me and help me escape?

Wait, I can't always depend on The Joker to save me, for God's sake, I'm a criminal! I should learn how to do these things on my own for crying out loud.

"The Joker won't find you where we're taking you." Says Robin, as we walk to the Batmobile. Batman places me inside and sits in the driver's seat.

"We're going somewhere you may have been before." He says, and we speed off.

What the hell does that mean....

-Minutes later-

Batman places a blindfold around my eyes as he walks me onto a pathway of stairs. He holds my hands tightly enough so that he doesn't crush me, and helps me walk down the long flight of stairs.

He sits me down, and grabs rope, tying me down on a chair to where I can't escape, and takes every weapon and device I have on me. He unties the blindfold and I'm able to see the room I'm in. It looks like it's his lair.

"Why did you take me here." I say, confused as fuck.

"I have my own reasons, but for now you and I need to chat for a little bit." He says, standing directly in front of me.

"Does you name happen to be, Veronica?" Batman says, seriously.

I laugh.

"My name's not Veronica! My name is The Purple Jester!" I yell at him.

"Not your villian name, I mean your real name." He says.

"Why the hell do you think I would tell you my real name." I say, rolling my eyes at him.

"So, Veronica isn't your real name?" He says.

"Of course not! Veronica is just some name I came up with to trick people." I look Batman in the eyes, and cock my head a bit. "But why the hell do you know that." I say.

Batman creeps up to me, and gets inches from my face.

"I know who you are." He says.

I look straight into his eyes, and I notice how familar he really looks.

Holy shit.

Holy Holy Shit.

There's no way, right?

It can't be him, I don't beileve it.

"Why are you doing this." I say, blankly, looking away from his face.

"Because I know you're not a bad girl, you're just confused and looking for a place in Gotham. I know how it is, I grew up here, it's difficult and you're not sure what you're looking for in life. I think you should really just take a look around, look where you're headed. You're living a life of crime, murder, and anger, which is not the life of the girl I once met." He says.

"Pfft, you don't know shit about me. I live for fear, for crime, for murder, and I live in anger. It's what I know and what I love. If I weren't to have met The Joker, then where would I be in life? Living in some asylum or crazy house. Somewhere where I don't belong, so what, I'm with The Joker, doing all these bad things. It's what I love and what I will continue to do as long as I'm with him. I really care for him, and you can't stop me from this life. Living in Gotham hasn't done anything to me, It's me myself who has done this. I'm a demented kid, that can't be helped, and you know what." I say, smirking at Batman. " You can't keep me away from him." I finish.

Batman and I look at each other for what seems like forever.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go back to him." He says. "Robin, can you bring it over here." Batman says, holding out his hand.

Robin hands him a gun looking item, and he points it to my head.

"So, you think killing me is going to make Gotham better? Hm? Is that it?" I say, laughing.

"You can't stop him!" I yell.

"Oh, this isn't going to kill you, this is going to change you." He says.

"This is going to change your memories, and what you think of the world. You will become a hero." He says.

I grin a happy grin, and laugh.

"Do your worst, Batman." I say.

Next thing I know, I'm being beamed in the head with that device, and I pass out.

-Hours later-

I've woken up in normal clothing, and my head hurts.

What happened earlier? I can't remember anything.

I open my eyes and notice I'm lying on a bed, a familar bed.

A tall man walks in, and of course I know who it is.

It's Bruce.

Bruce and I have known each other for awhile, he adopted me a few years ago.

My brother Dick Grayson walks in with him as well.

Somehow, my brain feels different, I feel like something is missing, but I'm just glad to know that they're right here with me.

"Did you sleep well?" Bruce says to me, as I stand to my feet.

"Yeah, I just feel really weird. What happened?" I said.

"Well last night as we were dong our official business, You and Robin got into a pretty bad fight." Bruce said.

I had almost forgot that I, am a hero! A defender of justice and defeater of crime. That's odd, I don't even remember my hero name though.

"Hey, Bruce,"I say, "What's my hero name again?" I say, with a smile.

Bruce walks up to me, and pats my head. " The Purple Shadow" He says.

Purple Shadow? Did I pick that? That's a horrid name.

I laugh it off, and walk downstairs with Bruce and Dick.

Something still feels off.

I just can't recall what it is....