It had been weeks since the heist. Huntsmen and Huntresses alike have been searching for you, knocking on doors and looking around. Whoever wore a clown mask was arrested. The only safe place was your amusement park, where no one dared enter... after all, it was said that a killer clown who had a thing for red balloons was lurking. This was of course just a myth, the only clown there was you. Since it was so bland you decided to redecorate a bit, giving it a fresh paint job with purples and greens. You currently reside in the main office, eating a bowl of cereal while watching the news.
News Announcer: Harvey Dent is rising in popularity as Vale's best ever District Attorney, he says he can put even people like this Joker away
Infuriated by that remark, you put your coat on and decided it was time for a 'walk'
*Timeskip*
You were currently inside a Schnee Dust Bank, with a floor covered in bodies and the vault in front of you.
Y/n: Alright, now I'm going to need a way inside... let's see how much C4 is it going to take? No more than twenty ounces... what?! I hate the metric system! how much in American? Let's see carry the seven, uh... You know what forget math I'll just use all of it.
They all exploded creating enough force to blow it off its hinges, once inside you found all the dust and did the opposite of what any sane criminal would do. You burned all of that priceless dust to the ground, you stood there and watched it all burn. Until you suddenly heard a noise behind you, you laughed as you suddenly turned to be face to face with a person dressed as a bat.
Y/n: What are you supposed to be? *laughs* some kind of man dressed as a bat?
They didn't respond instead headbutting you hard enough to knock you down, you fell back then rolled and pulled out a knife. You stood back up nose bleeding, but you just laughed the pain away.
Y/n: Why are you here? I did warn Vale about Harvey Dent's little predicament didn't I? *looks at watch* Oh my I guess it hasn't gone up yet.
You then looked back towards the burning dust, with your hands behind your back. After a few minutes, you felt cuffs around your hands and were driven to the Vale Police Department. You were dropped off just inside. The Vale Hunters are currently aiming their guns at you, but you simply laughed making them anxious. Once they got close enough you decided to make them jump a bit.
Y/n: Boo! *laughs*
They all jumped back, then one picked you up by the cuffs, dragging you through processing taking your coat off of you. They shoved you inside the room and cuffed you to a chair, you sat there waiting to be interrogated.
Outside The Interrogation Room
Officer #1: Anything to identify him?
Officer #2: No matches on prints, DNA, dental... clothing is custom, no labels... nothing in his pockets but knives and lint... no name, no other alias... it's as though he doesn't exist.
Officer #1: Alright, maybe we should turn off the cameras... he's detained, he's not going anywhere.
The officer sighed and made his way into the interrogation room while rolling up his sleeves.
Officer #1: Alright, so wanna tell me why you don't seem to exist! *punches you* Come on! Fight back! *hits you again* That's right, you're handcuffed to a chair. So tell me, how does it feel being the defenseless one? I know you're enjoying this, but I'm just going to have to enjoy it even more.
You were laughing every time he hit you, it was nothing compared to the pain you had felt inside that White Fang bunker.
Y/n: Honestly, about how I remember it, but well you're not that good of a torturer, so while we're on this topic you want to know how I got these scars?
Hunter: Okay, go on then enlighten me.
Y/n: Well...
You then got out of the chair, startling the guard, you then revealed a knife you pulled from the bottom of your shoe to cut the ropes and put it to his throat.
Hunter: W-what the?!
Y/n: Shush shush... I'm trying to tell you the story, now see I was a soldier, my name was Y/n, Y/n Fleck but after they carved my smile I became something better, I became a Joker. Atlas burned all of my permanent records, I guess they expected me to die... but here I am *laughs* alive and... *kicks his leg* kicking!
He screamed in pain as the blade had just skinned his neck from the fall, you watched him writhe in agony.
Hunter: T-they'll kill you, they've seen everything you know!
Y/n: *laughs* No, no they haven't. You see that camera, the lights off. I've got my men on the inside, oh, but don't worry. I'll end you here and now, the memory of Y/n dies with you.
You finally bent down and sliced his throat, watching him choke on his own blood. You then left grabbing your coat and immediately seeing the explosion go off.
Y/n: Oh there it goes!
You then looked over to see that Batman carrying out a limp Harvey Dent, but see what you didn't tell him then, but was on the video that was released was that there was another hostage, and you purposefully switched them around. It was then a second explosion went off, you could hear the absolute pain in his voice.
Batman: Weiss!!!
It was then you called some of your men for a pick-up, they appeared in a dark car and pulled you through it. You got out back inside your park, too bad the Batman just couldn't keep up with your men. You laid down as you thought about the rivalry that had just started between you and this Batman.
???: Let me go!
???: 'Yeah let us go'
Y/n: Eh shut up, consider it an honor that I kept you two alive, maybe I'll call you the 'Ice Queens' after all Neo, and Weiss, you both remind me of Winter...
Weiss: Don't you dare mention my sister you freak!
Y/n: Careful, I still have one trick up my sleeve.
You then reached inside your coat letting them see the detonation device that connected to explosives all over the park. You then gave it a gentle pat, this made them stiffen in fear.
Y/n: I'm sure you can see that if you continue we're all about to have a BLAST! *insane laughter*
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The Scars of Laughter (Joker Reader x RWBY)
FanfictionY/n was a war veteran thought to have died, he grew up an orphan. Thought to be dead all files of his existence were removed, all his permanent records, fingerprints, facial identification, and psych profiles, all removed. Y/n soon realizes how mess...
