This Has Got To Be a Joke {Joker Story}

Hey so this is one of my older stories that I wrote right when The Dark Knight came out! I love Health Ledger (R.I.P). *sniff*.... 

Anyways!!! On with the story! Hope you enjoy it :D I'll update it every couple of weeks or if someone really want to know what happens next. Ciao!

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Sometimes I wish I could be like the Joker—minus the scars, makeup, and murderous intent—but to able to laugh everything off like he does, that’s what I need. But of course my mind wasn’t made that way, I had to think about every single little detail making sure everything was right, making sure nothing went wrong; because if something went wrong Rachel would have my head.

“Clara, you’re daydreaming again,” Rachel scolded staring me in the face. I flinched away not realizing she had been lecturing me.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked finally looking around. I was sitting in my desk at work. What is my work you might ask? Well I’m an undercover detective for Gordon, and when I say undercover I mean it. Only Rachel and Gordon know.

“I can’t believe that you’re my cousin,” Rachel joked rubbing my head. I had moved to Gotham from Phoenix, Arizona about two years ago. It just hit me one day that I didn’t want to live in Arizona anymore so I moved in with my cousin.

“But you still love me,” I sighed flipping my brown hair over my shoulder. She just chuckled and flicked me in the forehead.

“Don’t be to mean to your lovely cousin,” said a deep friendly voice. Rachel turned around and smiled.

“Harvey! What are you doing here?” Rachel asked giving him a hug. He looked down at her with such care in his eyes… It just made me sick. Harvey was nice, yes. But there was something about him that just ticked me off.

“Well I’ll be going before the window’s start to fog up,” I joked receiving a glare from Rachel. I needed to leave anyways; Gordon had put me on an important job. Find The Joker.

Yes, yes I know! It’s ridicules, why would I want to find that crazy psychopath? But it was my job, and I was pretty good with a gun and my hands, just for this job I had learned, or tried to learn, every martial art there was.

I stepped out of the office, the hem of my jeans scraping against the ground. I wasn’t into fancy suits and high heels. I was into Converse, Jeans, tank top and a jacket. So you can see why Gordon gave me this job, because all and all, I didn’t look rich and more like I did drugs; it was easy for me to slip into the right crowds.

My bright green eyes scanned the street looking for anything out of order. Hell everything was out of order in Gotham, even without The Joker! As I continued walking everything looked fine, no loud explosions, or people screaming. No sudden news reports about death…nothing seemed to be wrong.

After at least two hours of walking I found myself in a parking garage off the beaten track. Just as I was about to leave there was a squeal of tires and I watched as two black vans and one white van squealed to a stop next to one another. I heard the slamming of car doors soon followed by shouting. I couldn’t understand what was being said but I knew who the people were. The man who had come out of one of the black vans was part of the biggest mob in Gotham; I remember seeing his picture on Gordon’s desk, but what was his name? Behind him were his followers and a man being dragged on the floor, moaning and groaning.

Out of the white van came a man I knew very, very well and hated very, very much. The Scarecrow. From my vantage point, hiding behind a pillar not to far away, I could see the entire on goings of the mob and the Scarecrow. However I also saw something that was quite surprising: Batman. At least I thought it was Batman. He was a little plumper than the original I’d seen and he was holding a machine gun, that wasn’t The Bat’s style. He glanced at me and made a ‘shush’ action with his hand. Before I could warn him off as well he let his bullet’s fly. More shouting filled the air, and when I looked back at the gathering two more Batman (Batmen? Batmans?) had appeared and were beating some of the mean pretty hard.

I was so confused! But I couldn’t let them have all the fun! Running in I darted toward the Scarecrow who was trying to escape in the van. I pulled him out by the back of his tailored jacket while delivering a blow to his face.