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A female figure dressed in revealing black clothes with white hair and knives sheathed at her waist hummed as she tied the last of the traffickers to a support column in the warehouse. The people she had set free watched with delight as she made the zip ties painfully tight. Once she was done, she turned around and gave a bow before moving to leave at the sound of approaching sirens.

“W-who are you?” a brave child asked. “We are Jack The Ripper.” with that, she left, her presence concealed as soon as she left the people’s sight.

A short time later, atop the roof of a building, Jack The Ripper sat on the edge eating a burger, seemingly waiting for someone. Just as she finished her burger, someone arrived. “Any later and your coffee might not have been warm anymore, Eraserhead~” The figure behind her, a man dressed in black with grey wrappings acting as a scarf and a pair of bright yellow goggles sighed, picking up the warm coffee on the ventilation unit beside him.

“I was busy going over the evidence at that trafficking ring you destroyed, Problem Child.” despite his deadpan expression, his tone indicated that he was quite fond of Jack. “We would have given you a heads up, but that would have only caused complications.” they both knew what those complications were.

“Either way, you did good, you’ve really grown since you first appeared on the scene.” Eraserhead praised, proud of the Vigilante he had taken under his wing. “Thanks for the praise, Father~” Jack said teasingly before sprinting off, leaving the amused Pro Hero on the roof.

As Jack made her way back home, having long since memorized the way home, she thought back to how she discovered her Quirk.

About Five Years Ago…

A twelve-year-old Izumi scrolled on her phone, trying to find something to grab her attention. She loved Heroes and Quirks, but she needed something new. Looking up one of her favorites fandoms on Youtube led to her salvation from boredom. She had discovered a video about a girl dressing up as a character and something just clicked with her.

“Cosplay huh? Seems really fun…” Izumi then descended into the rabbit hole that is researching. Little did anyone know, but this discovery would lead to an even bigger one.

About Four Years Ago…

“Izumi, we need to leave soon!” Inko yelled out.

“I’ll be right there Mum, just need to make sure I have everything!” Izumi yelled back.

Izumi adjusted the wig on her head, making sure the fox ears were properly attached before she moved to stuff the paper dolls she had made for her Huohuo cosplay into her pockets, only for one to light up and attach itself to the Tail she had made, somehow turning it into a real Heliobus?

“Nice to meet you brat, your Quirk sure is an interesting thing.” Tail? Commented before chuckling at her confused look. “I don’t got long to explain this to ya, bringing me into reality is draining your energy quick, but simply put. Your Quirk lets you turn replicas of items you make into the real thing, with the efficiency of the energy determined by how well you make it and the quality of the materials. See ya.” with that, a drain she didn’t know was there disappeared and Tail returned to being a prop?

“Izumi you have a Quirk?” Midoriya Inko, who was currently cosplaying as Hanya, asked her daughter.

“I suppose so?”

They missed the convention.

Present Day…

Jack or rather, Izumi, stripped out of her cosplay, tossing it into washing bin after storing her tools and supplies under her bed. She took a shower before getting dressed into some workout clothes, her mother greeting her as she walked into the kitchen at six am sharp. “Hey mum, how was your sleep?” she asked, grabbing her water bottle from the fridge.

“It was good, though I find it concerning how normal it is for me to wake up to the headlines of what your personas have done.” Inko chuckled and took a sip of her coffee. “That Avalon of yours is also unfair.” Inko was very jealous.

Izumi snorted, “I’m only being efficient, having it always conceptualised in me not only increases my stamina passively but also helps me grow stronger and heals me if I ever get injured.” she had spent a month and several million Yen stolen from drug dealers to make that sheath.

“I’m still annoyed that you only need at most three hours of sleep to be fully rested.” Inko replied, it would be so useful for her.

“Well, there’s nothing I can do to give you the same so.” Izumi shrugged, leaving the apartment.

Hours Later…

Izumi sighed, fiddling with her pen as her teacher went on about everyone in the class wanting to be heroes. Sure wanting to be a hero wasn’t bad, but most either didn’t train themselves, had an honestly useless Quirk for most situations or had a shit personality. An explosion rang out, signalling that the embodiment of the last problem, Bakugou Katsuki stood up, silencing everyone with his quirk.

“Shut up Extras, I’m gonna be the only one here who makes it as a Hero, let alone attends UA!” he barked at them all, prompting most students to look at him in awe and disbelief at him going for UA. Then the shitty teacher had to open his mouth, “Midoriya also plans on trying out for UA.” with that, Bakugou’s enraged glare was locked onto her.

“YOU SHITTY DEKU! You really think a hero college like UA would accept a hindrance like you?” he yelled, making Izumi sigh. “Why does that matter, Bakugou? If I’m a pebble on your path to greatness why are you so obsessed with me? It’s honestly kinda pathetic.” Izumi said monotonely, tired of the explosion user’s shit.

Like a dog with rabies, Bakugou was practically foaming at the mouth as he moved to launch himself at her, only for Izumi to dodge and for the bomberanian to slam into the window, knocking himself out. The teacher sighed. “Tadashi, take Bakugou to the infirmary please.” the student did as asked and the class continued.

A Short While Later…

Izumi grabbed a few reels of support-grade filament from the shelf, along with some new sanding discs and paints. The clerk at the register chuckling at the amount she grabbed. “Working on another big cosplay?” they asked. “Yeah, very detailed ones too.” Izumi nodded, pulling out her card to pay. “You know I’m really impressed by your dedication to your cosplays, you spend so much for the best materials.” They commented.

Izumi shrugged. “I don’t do things by halves.” she said, tapping her card on the scanner. Not even wincing at the several million Yen fee. “Have a good day.” the clerk smiled as she picked up her purchases. “You too.”

As Izumi walked home, she turned to look at the jumbo screen that was playing the news. “And that is how people have been reacting to Mt Lady’s debut today, in other news, All Might has captured a villain with a sludge quirk after several hours of chasing them through the sewers. I sure do hope All Might took a good shower after all of that…” The reporter laughed at the end.

Izumi shook her head at that, count on the symbol of peace to make the news for catching a very minor villain. “I suppose that something like that making the news shows how stable society currently is.” she shrugged, continuing on her way home.

Once Izumi arrived home, she set her 3D printers to work on a few things while she looked over a forum she often took part in.

Musutafu Vigilantes Megathread.

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MidnightStan42: 

So Jackie stopped another trafficking ring last night. That makes her first reappearance in a week or two.

RoundtableSimp:

When will Mordred return? She hasn’t been seen since she had that fight with Muscular, which she absolutely stomped on the psycho in.

BubblegumBitch:

Really living up to that username, dude. I personally wanna see Eula return! Her dances are so elegant and beautiful!

FROGGGS!: 

I’m just happy that lives are being saved.

EndeavourTrue#1: 

Stop praising those pathetic sluts, they are just brats who failed to get into a hero school and now risk peoples’ lives so they can beat people up while dressed like whores. 

[This user has been banned for derogatory and inappropriate comments]

[MOD]SirenSong:

Yeah no buddy, you’re being banned. Keep stuff like that for those sites you frequent, oh wait you won’t anymore, because I’ve reported you for those nasty things on your hard drive.

ARockThatIsManly:

Siren doing the kami’s work.

ElsaIRL:

Moving on from that waste of oxygen.

Is it not weird that we’ve never seen even two of the ‘cosplay legion’ together?

MirukoStepOnMe:

C’mon girl, you need to let go of that theory, they’re obviously just a team with an inconsistent schedule.

ElsaIRL:

Never.

GreenGal<3:

Never underestimate Elsa’s determination I suppose.

With a chuckle, Izumi continued her chatting until her printers beeped, prompting her to close the forum and put her phone away. Rolling on her office chair to the 3D printers, she picked up the parts and began assembling her creation.

“Rhongomyniad won’t assemble itself.” she jokingly muttered, picking up the disc sander.

Omake: How Izumi Trained To Use Weapons

Three & A Half Years Ago…

Izumi hummed as she put on the Akasha Terminal she had created, tonight she’d be testing if she could use it to train. She lied down on her bed and set an alarm before closing her eyes.

As she reopened her eyes, she found herself in the danger room from the X-men comics and a woman standing across from her. The woman had a mature body which could be described as just about perfect, long purple hair, red eyes and she wore a full bodysuit with shoulder pads that highlighted her curves. This was Scáthach from the Nasuverse.

“So you wish for me to teach you?” she asked bluntly. Izumi nodded. “Yes, I want to be able to use my replicas more than just sticks to wave around.” Izumi explained.

“Then I shall give you the training you desire, it will not be easy, and I will be expecting you to do your best always, understood?” she stated her terms, prompting me to nod vigorously. “Completely, Teacher.” Izumi accepted the terms.

What followed was Scáthach beating the basics of fighting into her student, pushing her to her very limit and taking advantage of it being a mental plane, training Izumi for several weeks straight. It was hell for Izumi but she didn’t regret it, she was getting stronger and learning everything that the teacher of Ireland’s child of light and god slayer had to teach her. Man her Quirk was overpowered.

When Izumi awoke to her alarm three hours later, she felt completely rested yet the lessons that Scáthach had remained in her muscle memory and this was only her first session.

“Yeah, that was completely worth it.” she said completely satisfied.

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A white-haired child depressedly asked if I’d follow the path That Man had…

The look of betrayal on the broken girl’s face as I stole her victory from her…

A battle between a twisted past and a bitter future…

Striking down the golden king and false priest…

Destroying the Blackened Grail with a Blackened Sword…

Killing the few to save the many, over and over…

Tracking down That Woman’s cult, killing her followers to get to her…

Shooting down the only family I had left for trying to save their son…

That Woman ending her own life, all to get the final blow against me…

How my Heart of Glass shattered under the weight of my Mind of Steel…

I groaned and opened my eyes, finding myself in a dirty alley late at night, pushing past the fragmented memories that were mine yet not. Looking down at myself, I found myself dressed in dark grey pants, black combat boots, a black hooded jacket with yellow trim and a white sleeveless turtleneck. Turning to a window, I saw that I now had deeply tanned skin, spiky white hair and yellow eyes. All in all, I resembled Emiya Alter if he was de-aged into a teen and gender-bent. I would have freaked out, but it seemed whatever had happened to me had allowed me to push past it.

“First things first, check pockets for anything useful.” I told myself, checking them, and finding a phone with a wallet case. I checked the contents of the wallet first, finding a small piece of paper with a pin reading ‘1994’, about five hundred in US currency, and a driver’s license. “Shirai Emiya, age 19, US citizen, registered in Gotham City 2029. That’s intriguing, hopefully, this version of the world isn’t one of the worse ones.” I hummed, entering the pin into the phone, which unlocked it. Scrolling through the contents, I found a document containing all my passwords and logins, which I memorised before deleting the note.

It was a few minutes later when a car rushed past the opening in the alley, being followed by several police cars. I shake my head, standing up and walking away, I can’t save others if I don’t even have a place to sleep. Unfortunately, as I made my way through an alley, towards a motel I had looked up, I was pushed into a wall with a knife held to my neck by a guy wearing clown makeup. “Give me your shit or else.”

I stared at him blankly before kicking his feet out from under him, snatching his knife and knocking him out with a chop to the neck as he fell. Looking over the knife, I saw that it was barely even sharp and made of materials that would make it snap upon trying to stab a soda can. “Pathetic.” I scoffed, snapping it in my hands before tossing the remains into a hazard disposal bin, and continuing my walk to the motel.

Booking a room was fairly easy, but now I needed a way to secure more money. “I’ll get some groceries tomorrow and see how my cooking skills have faired after everything.” I muttered, looking online for a grocery store with good prices and nearby. “Wayne Groceries huh, I guess he really does have his hands in every industry.” I chuckled, lying on the bed.

A few hours later, I awoke with a silenced scream, clamping a hand around my mouth before slowly removing it as my breathing steadied, scratching at my skin. All of this was too much, I had woken up in a body that wasn’t mine, with memories that weren’t supposed to be mine and in a literal hellhole of a city. “It’s alright, Shirai, you’re somewhere new, with new skills and abilities. Make the most of it.” I told myself, pushing past the conflicting feelings about calling myself ‘Shirai’. It wasn’t my name, yet it was the only name I had for myself.

After who knows how long of trying to fall back asleep while not being consumed by EMIYA’s memories, I sighed, pulling myself out of bed. “I won’t be able to go back to sleep, so I might as well be productive.” I muttered, focusing on the mental image of the hammer of a gun. “Trace On.” At those words, the hammer struck and glowing golden cracks appeared across my body, filling it with warmth.

I then familiarized myself with the weapons stored in my Unlimited Lost Works.

It was the next day, and I had just finished my shopping at ‘Wayne Groceries’ and it was a really well-priced shop. I had gotten what would have been at least three hundred dollars worth of groceries for only one hundred and twenty, heck, a sixth of all profit went to charity, so I was very pleased with the trip. But I suppose that’s what happens when Bruce Wayne makes a grocery store chain. Arriving back at my motel, I stored away the majority of my purchases before starting to cook. 

I cut, breaded, and seasoned some chicken breast, frying it in some oil while I cooked some rice, something I was admittedly unable to do before. Which I realised I had Emiya Alter’s, and now my, memories to thank for that. Cause while the memories of cooking were lost, I still remembered how to cook. As the rice cooked, I turned to the chicken and got started on a simple omelette with cheese, capsicin and onion. A few minutes later, I had a few pieces of fried chicken, some rice, and an omelette, which was quite a delicious brunch.

Scrolling through job openings online, I found an opening for a chef at a small restaurant, which was on the edges of the suburbs, which was a bit far, but the job would fit me well. So I rang the number on the opening. “This is Natalia of Nat’s Dine-In and Take-Away, how may I help you?” A woman’s voice asked. “My name is Shirai Emiya, and I was wondering if the chef position is still open?” I asked, pacing across my room. “It is, Miss Emiya, judging by your calling instead of applying online, you don’t have a resume?” She questioned. 

“That is correct, I’m new to Gotham and don’t have any notable work experience, I would just like a chance to show you what I can do, regardless of if it gets me the job or not.” I answered honestly. “I like the guts you got kid, meet me at my restaurant in an hour and I’ll give you a chance to show me how well you can cook, but I’ll be doing my best to challenge you, do you think you can handle the pressure?” She challenged me, which I accepted readily, I knew how good the cooking of Shirou Emiya was. “Definitely, see you in an hour.” I replied, a bit of cockiness in my tone. “We’ll see in an hour if you can walk the walk.” She hung up the call and I grinned.

Placing my phone in my pocket, I locked up the motel room and began walking to the restaurant. It would be good for getting to know the city and to clear my head.

Fifty minutes later, I was walking into the restaurant, which wasn’t at all busy, which made sense, my research had said that most Gotham citizens went on holiday, at least the ones who lived in the suburbs. Something about The Joker’s more extreme schemes happening around this time of year. Standing at a counter, was a red-haired woman dressed in some formalish clothes below an apron, she gave me an inquisitive look as I walked up to her. “You Shirai Emiya?” She asked, to which I nodded. “Yeah, that’s me, are you Natalia?” She nodded, motioning for me to follow her. “My old chef quit like the coward he is after I denied his leave request, he had already taken all of his agreed-upon leave earlier this year. So we serve a variety of cuisine here, what can you cook?” She inquired, and I thought over the recipes I knew. “I know a large amount of Asian and Middle Eastern cuisine, with a bit of the more popular European and American cuisine.” I answered, making her whistle. “Impressive if true, you have free reign of this kitchen, I want you to make a Pizza, Curry, and Sushi platter of your choice, how long will it take you?” I thought it over. “No more than an hour.” I replied. “Prove it.” She ordered, to which I grinned.

I started by preparing all the ingredients, cutting the chicken and fish, shredding the vegetables and washing the rice. I then put the rice into a cooker and grabbed a bowl of dough from the fridge, creating a Pizza base. I then put the sauce, cheese, chicken, and vegetables onto the base, placing it in the preheated oven. Moving back to the curry, I cooked the remaining chicken while preparing the seaweed of the sushi. Once the chicken had been cooked, I added the pre-made sauce and vegetables, leaving it to cook through on the low-heat stove. I then placed the layer of rice on the sushi before adding the fish and vegetables, rolling and cutting with practiced ease.

By the fifty-five-minute mark, all three dishes were ready and placed before Natalia who was quite impressed. “Time for the taste test kid, your precision, multitasking and presentation have impressed me, but now it’s time for the final say.” she grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite, a blissful expression appearing on her face. The same happened for all the other dishes and she looked at me in shock. “Kid, you could make it big with skills like this, why do you want to work here?” She questioned. “Fame and fortune don’t interest me all that much, having the money to pursue my interests is great, but all the issues that come with it aren’t worth it in my eyes. I just want a simple job that lets me live in peace.” I explained I might do vigilante work in the future, but that wasn’t now, at least I hoped so, my likely E-Rank Luck made that uncertain.

Natalia paused as if thinking over my words. “Well, you got the job, kid.” She decided.

Surprisingly, I managed to have a good few weeks of peace, working at the diner, and getting an apartment, the only negative things were those wannabe gangsters trying to attack me. I left them knocked out with their weapons broken and wallets empty of cash. As well as some injuries that I have been increasing the number of each time they try to attack me.

But I should have known that my E-Rank luck would strike eventually.

“So you’re the bitch that has been messing with my goons.” The Joker chuckled as he looked at me like I was lower than him, clearly thinking I was just an exceptionally skilled civilian.

“So what’s it to you, edgelord?” I snarked, Joker’s eyes widening at what I called him. “Me, an edgelord?” He laughed, finding the idea ridiculous, the patrons of the diner and Natalia stared in shock.

“You’re an edgelord because you act like nothing matters yet still make things harder for yourself, if you were really in the belief of life being a joke only you’re in on, you’d be sitting back and laughing at us all as you just made things easy for yourself as you watched us struggle.” I could tell that he wanted to reply but he was drawing blanks. “You’re very intelligent, that I won’t deny, you could have simply swiped some funds that wouldn’t be missed from millionaires and billionaires across the world and lived the high life. But no, you choose to hurt everyone because you foolishly believe that’s the only way to be the one who is telling the joke.” Joker began twitching as I lectured him, and I noticed phones recording this exchange.

“It’s honestly quite pathetic, even more so than your ‘one bad day’ line, let me ask you something Joker, if all it really took was one bad day, why haven’t any of the Heroes, Vigilantes, Villains or civilians in less fortunate parts of the world become the same as you?” I continued, smirking as he couldn’t answer.

“The thing is Joker, you were and are weak. You may think you’re strong now, but that insanity of yours is just a shield, something to protect you from the realization that you weren’t strong enough to make something better of yourself.” I began to chuckle. “It’s honestly hilarious how much of a Joke you are.”

That last line seemed to set him off as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me, obviously preparing some sort of speech that was supposed to counter my points, but I was faster.

BANG!

The Joker fell to the floor, a hole in his forehead as smoke flowed off of Kanshou’s barrel before I Traced Bakuya and pointed my weapons at the Joker’s thugs. “Leave.” I ordered, and they did.

Lets just hope this doesn’t bite me in the ass.

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Batman/Bruce Wayne POV

The video of the Joker’s death finished with his killer walking off after she had scared the thugs off.

I admittedly was conflicted on this matter, the Joker had been killed by someone who was obviously either a Meta or a mage, one I didn’t know lived in Gotham, this would be corrected. On the other hand, the Joker was now dead, which admittedly had some downsides but the upsides balanced it out dramatically. This ‘Shirai Emiya’ had been living in Gotham, mostly peacefully outside of her extensive list of self-defence incidents and she had only used her abilities, some form of weapon storage or manifestation when it was obviously necessary.

Outside thoughts on this matter were needed.

“What are your thoughts on this matter?” I asked the other members of the ‘Batfam’, as we had been called online.

“While I dislike that she had killed the Joker, it was an admittedly justified reaction, she remained non-aggressive even if her words were quite cutting.” Tim said, taking a sip of his unholy caffeinated concoction that I wouldn’t touch even at my tiredest. “The police have decided that she will not be facing any charges, even the more corrupt cops refused to try and arrest her, even when offered a significant amount of money.” He noted the report on the incident and the online exchanges where the usual corrupt cops refused to arrest her appearing on the Batcomputer’s screen.

“It’s because the Joker’s crimes never benefitted them in any way, often getting their buddies killed too. They’re choosing not to look a gift horse in the mouth.” Jason answered, seemingly both pleased at the Joker’s death and annoyed that he didn’t do the deed himself. “Maybe I’ll go meet her in costume, thank her for killing the Joker and see if she’d like to share a few drinks.” Jason mused.

“You better not be trying to date her, Jason.” Barbara glared at her boyfriend, the two having gotten together shortly after the Three Jokers incident a year ago. Jason shook his head. “No way I would do that, I would never intentionally hurt ya like that, I just want to show my gratitude, maybe I should invite Harley and Ivy to come with? I’m sure they’d love to meet the clown’s killer.” Jason assured the formerly wheelchair-bound heroine.

I turned to my youngest son, not paying mind to Jason’s plans, as long as it didn’t cause any trouble it would be fine. “What are your thoughts, Damian?” I asked my son, who had rewatched the video of the Joker’s death a few times. “She is experienced in killing, her movements were fluid and she didn’t even flinch at the gunshot.” Damian answered. “The power of that firearm was also incredibly high, which leads me to believe she has highly enhanced physical attributes, that gunshot sounded close to the power of a fifty caliber rifle and she was unaffected by the recoil.”

I nodded in agreement, she was an unknown with a high degree of power, I’d need to speak with her soon. I turned to Jason, who looked at me as if he knew what I was going to ask. “Whether you go through with your idea is up to you, just report your impression of her afterwards. No fishing for information, just do as you planned.” I requested, the surprise on his face making me force my expression to remain neutral.

Jason nodded. “Alright, Barbara, would you like to come with?” He asked, to which she agreed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alfred giving me an approving look, it seemed I was getting better at this.

Shirai Emiya POV

I sat back on my couch, feet on the coffee table as I surfed TV channels, all of which seemed to be talking about the Joker’s death or didn’t interest me at all. For a world with superheroes, their superhero cartoons were barely better than Teen Titans Go! And that was if you included the Night Begins To Shine specials.

I sighed turning off the TV and pulling out my phone, going to open the GBA emulator I had downloaded, only to receive a call just before I pressed the app. The call was from Natalia.

I accepted the call. “Hey Natalia, what’s up?” I asked. “The diner’s MetaHumans Online account is being flooded by messages asking about you. Make your own account and send me the details so I can stop being harassed.” Natalia ordered. “Alright, Alright, I’ll get on that.” I accepted, feeling a bit bad she was getting flooded with messages due to me. “Good, send me the details once it’s set up.” She then hung up.

I turned off my phone and opened up my laptop.

“Username? Hmm… How about ‘OneShotIsAllItTakes’... Damn it, Deadshot is likely using it.” I cursed internally. “‘Actually_Satan’? Nah that doesn’t work for me… Let’s see what people are saying about me for inspiration…”

A few hours later I was at Natalia’s diner despite it being closed, apparently, two of the local vigilantes had asked to meet me, so Natalia passed on the request. “So the Red Hood and Batgirl want to meet me, huh?” I asked the two mentioned heroes standing across from me. “I hope you’re not here to take me in for dealing with the clown.” I knew that they likely weren’t, after all the police hadn’t come up after me and no court would convict me of anything without substantial bribes.

“Nah, we just wanted to thank you for killing the Joker and ask if you’d like to come drinking with us to celebrate.” Jason explained and I thought it over. “As long as alcohol isn’t mandatory, I’m only nineteen and didn’t enjoy it the few times I’ve tried it in the past.” I replied. “I just want to thank you by paying for your drinks, you don’t have to get alcoholic beverages.” He assured. “And you don’t have to come either.” Batgirl added, making me chuckle. “I’ll join you for the night, though I’ll make this clear, I like girls, so don’t think I’ll be joining you two in any adult acts.” I teased at the end. Batgirl stilled. “How did you know we’re dating?” She asked. “Your masks hide your expressions well enough but your posture gives off a vibe telling me not to hit on him.” I replied, turning to Natalia. “The diner is still closed for the next week right?” I asked, getting a nod. “Yeah, go have fun, kid.”

I turned back to the heroes. “Let’s go.”

A few hours had passed since we left the diner, Harley and Ivy having join our celebration an hour in at the Iceberg Lounge. The location surprised me, but it died down when the Penguin himself thanked me for killing the Joker and said that as I long as I didn’t push it, anything I personally pay for would be discounted heavily.

Right now? I was listening to Harley drunkenly tell stories of the Joker’s past, mostly of times when he made himself the butt of a joke. “So, he was practicing a dance he had planned to do as a part of his plan, except his newest suit was quite poor quality, so when he went to do the high kick, his pants ripped in half and fell down, revealing… that he was wearing… Batman underwear!” Harley laughed, barely managing to complete the story before she was consumed by laughter.

All of us soon joined her in her laughter, the mental image of the Joker practicing some dance, only for his pants to split in half and reveal he was wearing underwear themed around his nemesis.

Once the laughter calmed down, Harley turned to me. “That roast you did was practically perfect, though I wonder how you knew so much about him?” She asked curiously.

I shouldn’t have been surprised about her question. “Lots of research, you’d be surprised about the info you can find on the meta community if ya look deep enough.” I answered with a partial truth, I had done research about what this version of DC was like.

It kept most of the commonly accepted plotlines while changing some things and not having any crap like Dark Knights Metal. The Three Jokers seemed to have happened a year ago according to the internet. Justice League was a global organization with hundreds of members and numerous sub-teams, like the Titans, Birds of Prey and all the other teams.

“Alrighty then.” Harley shrugged, going back to her stories of the Joker.