batwomans_gotham

A four-star shaped shuriken whizzed by the Joker's head, actually cutting a bit of his hair in the process. Said shuriken had the symbol of an R on it at the same time.

I chose this moment to reveal myself from the darkness, a calm look on my face and a confident grin shown at the same time as I leaped toward one of my mentor's most hated adversaries and kicked him across the face; I landed lightly on my feet only seconds afterward.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to pick on people your own size, Joker?" I asked while keeping an eye on both him and someone in a familiar Bat-costume.

"While I distract him, you grab the girl and get out of here; try to alert Batman or the cops as soon as possible. Nice diversion, by the way." I whispered, not yet realizing that I didn't need to alert Batman.

So that's what it felt like. He honestly hadn't been expecting Tim to show up, but he wasn't totally sure that they were out of trouble yet. Things could still get worse, and without his strength to protect Tim...no, he had to focus. Don't think about that.

"Shouldn't it be me, telling you what to do? Kid?" The tone was familiar, but wry and with the lighter tone of a child's voice. "Guess what happened? Again?"

But it wasn't a bad plan either, Tim was bigger than himself now even though he himself had been a big kid (after all, he was about ten right now) but he knew they'd have a better time at it if Katalyn was mobile, and especially away from the Joker. He threw two batarangs at the wall next to her for her to use.

"Batman...?!"

The voice, though unmistakably lighter was familiar in tone. It was Bruce, but how had this happened?! Again? Had Klarion and his cat Teekl been by recently, or was this due to some other kind of magic I wasn't aware of?

At least I hadn't been turned into an adult. That would be quite the story to tell the Titans back home, or Stephanie!

Pulling out my staff, I allowed Batman to take the lead; the Joker was his darkest foe after all, and if he needed my help he would ask for it.

"I'll remember to ask what happened to you later, after this is over." I added, my eyes still widened a bit behind my mask.

The tiny girl ganced at them, then closed her eyes, struggling up and saawing away at her bonds. At last they came undone, but the last of her strength was used up, and she crumpled, passed out cold.

Joker blinked, then saw his chance, throwing a few exploding bouncy balls at her, then grabbing the Bat and chucking him out, following quickly and throwing the latching, locking the Boy wonder in the room to figure out how to save the girl. He grinned as an explosion sounded from the room inside.

"And now that they're dead, it's time for you," he turned on the child in front of him.

A crisp nod to Robin, indeed, they'd have to talk once this mess was over. If they got out of this mess. He saw Katalyn struggling out of the corner of his eye, but grimaced when he saw her strength leave her and she passed out. Great, now they had to carry her. Good thing Robin was here or he'd have a heckava time with that one.

Then suddenly he was grabbed and within a moment he was alone with the Joker. His reactions were slower, of course, but he didn't expect to be so taken off guard by that. His eyes narrowed.

"They're not dead. But you're comin' close." He brought out several batarangs in his hand, ready to throw them point blank at the Joker. And then he did.

I hadn't even gotten a chance to nod back in Batman's direction before the girl had passed out, Joker had thrown a few of his little toys in her direction and grabbed Batman before escaping!

Diving forward, I wrapped my cape around the unconscious girl and rolled away with her in tow as the bouncy balls exploded behind us. I reached for the door but frowned as I realized that it was locked! Great. Now we were locked inside, and the place was starting to catch fire.

"Looks like you're on your own Batman." I admitted grimly to myself while scanning the now burning area with a girl in my arms and wondering how I was gonna get out of this one.

"You're so pathetically amusing," the Joker dodged the batarangs and kicked him, hard. "Children's lack the strength of their grown counterparts. And the fighting ability, and the mind over heart. I'm surprised you still wear the cape at all, your older self always prides himself on being the big man in the joint. Can't do that when you're just starting to wake up to wet sheets and pimples, can you?"

He took the kick with a thick grunt, ignoring his taunts. He took his grappling hook out of his belt and shot it at the Joker, hoping to hit him in the head or something. He had to think, had to catch a second to figure out how to get out of this mess, much less help Robin and Katalyn.

Okay...the room was burning, and I had to take care of an unconscious girl while Batman, somehow reverted to a kid for the second time in his life, had to take on a fully grown Clown Prince of Crime.

First things first: remember what Batman taught me concerning innocent lives.

"Remember this, Tim-above all else, you must be prepared to sacrifice your life before risking someone else's."

Even if I didn't know who she was, I had to get her out of this situation, no matter what happened to me.

Joker came fast and hard, seizing the Bat and using his weight to crush him, his hands going to the child's neck, ready ot snap it like a twig.

That move worked a whole lot better than it would have if he had been bigger, because this time he actually could get crushed by the Joker. He struggled against the madman's grasp to his neck, and kicked at him viciously with his legs. It would be lying if he didn't say that he was starting to get frightened, especially in a child's body, sweat poured off of him and he tried to calm his spiraling heart. He knew what the Joker could do. In desperation, he grabbed another batarang and tried to slice into his hands.

After scanning the room once more, I came across something I hadn't seen before due to the rising smoke-a ventilation shaft that had to lead somewhere. Hopefully, it would get us out of the surrounding area.

Making a break for the aforementioned shaft, I stopped right underneath it before gently shaking the girl awake. I would need her conscious if this plan was going to work.

"Hang on, Bruce...don't give up!"

Katalyn moaned softly, her eyes flickering open, glinting oddly in fear and pain.

In the other room the Joker scoffed.

"Try to cut me, boy," he sneered. "I've killed one Batboy, and now it's your turn!"

His eyes widened, then narrowed, not seeing a Batboy, but a Robin...Jason instead.

"#%#$#%^@!" He yelled, throwing the rang at the monster's face and really felt like choking him instead, instead of the other way around. You know, if he was stronger. It reminded him that two Jokers in this twisted multi-verse nexus thing was two too many.

Good-she was awake. A bit afraid, but that was understandable; having to take on the Joker made me nervous, and I had just survived a Christmas encounter with him back home over a month ago!

"Good to see you're up. Okay-we're gonna get out of here. Do you see that vent above our heads? I'm gonna hold onto you and we're gonna go inside it and see if we can get out of this room.

"By the way, what's your name? I'm Robin."

"N...Night...life," she managed to say, temporarily passing out for a few moments, shivering.

"Batman... help... help him," she shivered.

- - -

"ARGH," Joker screamed as the batarang sliced his face. He snarled, blood flowing freely, but only tightened his grip, starting to laugh madly.

It was satisfying to see the batarang hit home, but then suddenly it was like his air supply decided it was quitting time.

"Ckkk..." he rasped, panic beginning to flood through him. But with panic, came adrenaline, and it wasn't like he was already hopped up on enough of it already. He refused to go down like this, in front of the Joker, by the Joker, as a weak, terrified little kid. He wouldn't.

"NO!" He managed to squeak loudly while he kicked his legs out straight in front of him and upwards, hoping to catch the madman in the stomach.

Nightlife...so Batman wasn't the only one who'd been reverted to a child. And, she was unconscious again. Great.

Keeping a tight hold around her waist, I narrowed my eyes behind my mask while pulling out an exploding Batarang from my belt and throwing it toward the ventilation shaft. Seconds later, I used my staff and blocked the iron door from hitting either one of us, sending it clattering to the ground.

"Hang on, Bruce...we're getting out of here!" I thought angrily while putting my staff away and pulling out a grapple, firing it upward and soaring with a much younger Nightlife in my arms toward the opening.

If the Joker wasn't paying for what he'd did, when I got out of here he would...big time.

Katalyn blinked, the cool, fresh air rousing her again.

"Batman," she moaned, fingers scratching at the chest of whoever was carrying her. "Get... Batman!"

- -

Joker gasped, face draining as the kick caught him a little lower.

He stopped fighting for a split second, and suddenly a tiny orange ball hit him in the face, meowing and hissing and scratching at him.

He gave a thunderous yowl, then grabbed the orange thing and winged it away, eyes bugging in indescribable pain.

Released, he fell down, taking a moment to just gasp for air, seeing spots in the darkness. He heard the meowing, surprised.

"Way to go, Bat-cat." He reached into his belt and pulled out a smoke pellet and tossed it at the Joker, as well as shooting a grappling gun right at the man's feet, hoping to tangle him and trip him up. If he ran now, he'd just end up making it worse for the rest of them if they got holed up in this lair. He had to end this fight and then make a break for it.

While making my way toward freedom, having my chest scratched didn't hurt as much as it was somewhat irritating. Would a 'thank you' be too much for her to say?

"That's the plan." I replied, putting her down and heading back the way I'd first came in to begin with. If I knew Batman like I knew the back of my hand, all I would have to do was phone in the police and handcuff the Joker-again.

She gazed at him for a moment, them slumped and was out for good.

Meanwhile, down below, the Joker was flat on his back, still truggling for some sense of what was going on, and where exactly the most pain was coming from. And now he couldn't breath or most his legs. What was going on??

And then he lept up and attempted to jump right on the Joker's chest, hopefully to knock his air out of him and try and kick him in the head to knock him out. After all, he only weighed so much at the moment, why not try to use all of it?

While I made my way toward the room next to the burning room, I told myself that once I'd gotten to Batman and helped him out, I would make sure that Nightlife received immediate treatment.

"Hang on, Bruce...I'm almost there! Don't give up!"

Joker grunted as the air was knocked out of him, but he managed to grab hold of the boy's foot, turning and slamming on top of him as he hit the ground.

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