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Sounds of laughter being muffled came from inside the room with the purple and green door. On the inside this new Joker was looking at herself in a broken mirror trying to stop herself from laughing. Her mother had mockingly named her Jane Jester not even giving her own daughter her last name. In Jane's mind the laughing was a reminder of everything she had been dragged through and forced to be. Even if she didn't like her own parents, she hated Batman and Gotham so much more. If Batman had killed her father sooner, she wouldn't have to exist in this world of insanity. The weird relationship her father had with that Bat was so confusing to her. How did he never kill that masked fool? Why did he never kill her father? Her father was killed by his own actions. Her father had him to be his nemesis but was Robin really hers? No, that didn't seem right. She needed her Batman. The Bat vs the clown was still talked about in the Gotham history books now. No one was seeing Batman these days meaning he was dead or retired. She stood up from the stool and knew what she had to do. Yes, it was so simple. A new Batman would have to be made. How would she do it? Not even she knew the answer to that yet. Tomorrow the work would begin, but first she had some business to attend to.
Joker waked out of her room holding a knife in her hand and saw the man sitting alone with a bag over his head, "Falcone guys huh?" She laughed taking the bag off his head seeing him clearly trying to play tough, "Gangsters and tough guys! What a combo am I right?" Jane poked his cheek with her knife and gave a slow deep cut down to his jawline, "Can I tell you a story?" She watched the man try to hold back his pain as she sat on his lap facing him. Her pale white eyes looking deep into him to see the fear, "I met a girl tonight, and I haven't been able to get her out of my mind." Jane pushed her forehead against his and laughed a bit, "I think I'm going to kill her or make her my nemesis." Turning around she stood up and sighed, "I don't like how silent you are." Jane walked over and removed the gag from the man's mouth finally getting a reply, "You're fucking crazy bitch!" She tried to stop it from coming out, but that damn laugh exploded out, "That is something I haven't heard before." Silence in the room was broken up when the man cried out as she slashed the knife across his face. "Music!" Jane yelled stomping her foot down and slow music began playing. She closed her eyes and ran the bloody knife across her white shirt to wipe the blood off. Keeping her eyes closed she began slashing at the man just wanting to see what she could make him look like by the end. His screams blasted throughout the empty room which made her laugh. When he finally stopped, she opened her eyes to see he didn't look recognizable anymore. His eyes had no more visible white on them, and half of his nose was dangling from his face, "Yikes!" He was still breathing which wasn't what she wanted! No! He had to die to send a message to Gotham's biggest crime family. Jane grabbed him by the hair and drove the knife down against his forehead and began carving a picture.
Wayne Manor
It was the day after Reagan had been asked to become the new Batwoman, and for some reason she didn't know he told her to meet her at Bruce Wayne's house. The door was opened by Bruce Wayne's wife Selina. She was just as much as a celebrity in Gotham these days as much as Bruce was, "You must be Reagan, please come inside." Selina stepped out of the way letting Reagan into this house which just blew her mind because of the scale of it. "Just exactly why was I told to come here of all places?" she asked turning to Selina who just shook her head smiling. "You were asked to come here because you need to know Batman's best friend," Bruce Wayne said from the top of the staircase. Selina rolled her eyes, "Bruce, you have to tell her the truth if you want her trust." It finally just then clicked with Reagan, "Oh shit! Bruce Wayne is Batman! No way it makes so much sense." She put her hands on her head feeling like she just learned the answer to life, "Wait, but I'm not rich. I can't afford your gadgets." Bruce shook his head and opened the door to his study nodding for her to go inside, "When you are Batwoman you will not have to worry about that. The Wayne Corporation will be fully supplying you with everything you need." Still in shock she walked into the study without asking anymore questions. Bruce walked over to his bookshelf and began pushing against certain books in a pattern until the fireplace lifted up into the ceiling revealing a hidden staircase. As they began walking down the stairs Bruce began to explain things, "You have to promise never to kill Reagan. If someone can be saved you have to try because once you cross that line, you won't come back." Never had she thought about killing anyone, but the world always wondered why Batman never killed these criminals. Guess now she knew that Batman was scared he would become a killer who wouldn't be able to stop just like the enemies he put behind bars.
As they entered the Batcave she was amazed by the size of it and how this managed to stay hidden so well. "We need to see what you're made of," Bruce walked past her as she stood there just looking around. "You think this girl is the next great hero?" Damian sarcastically asked as he sat at the computer with his feet kicked up. "We are here to find out," he pushed Damian's feet off the desk knowing it was time for the first part of her training. "Who is this? Wait are you, Robin?" Reagan asked now putting all the dots together. Damian just nodded before suddenly sweeping her legs making Reagan fall on her butt, "Ouch! What the hell man?" She went to stand up again, but he swept her back down again. Reagan finally got back up and jumped over his low leg sweep thinking she did it. Damian quickly shoved her down shaking his head, "Come on. Really?" Reagan was getting pissed now, but noticed Bruce was watching very closely. He wanted to see if she'd lose her cool. It kept going for what felt like forever to her. She would get up and Damian would find some way to knock her down. Bruce finally stood up, "Enough Damian. She passed that test. Keeping a cool head was one of the most important parts of the job." Damian helped Reagan back to her feet a bit surprised she didn't lose her temper, but he couldn't stay as the signal lit the sky.
Reagan looked at Bruce panting a bit, "What's next?" Her never give up attitude was exactly what he wanted when he imagined who would replace him, "What you went through today will be nothing compared to what Gotham will put you through." He walked over to the computer and began pulling up a file on the villains who were active in Gotham, "These people will give you more trouble than you could ever imagine, but it's our job to try to help them. If someone can be saved you have to try." The first file that opened showed a file for Punchline with all her past doings and the new ones. Bruce stood up and began walking away, "Study those files until you can remember every word. It won't be pretty." Reagan sat down in the chair and began to read getting to know everything that he had documented on her over the years, but she was only one of many enemies in Gotham. Next was Christopher Falcone who was the grandson of Carmine Falcone. Solomon Grundy was still alive and causing terror after all these years, and he showed no signs of slowing down or aging. Rose Wilson also known as Ravager was the daughter of Slade Wilson who she had killed a few years ago. Batman was there the night she cut off her father's head and saw a look on her face that words couldn't describe. Pamela Isley was listed as currently being retired from the criminal life but still should be seen as a threat. It has been over two decades since her last crime, but she gave it all up. Last known sighting was at the funeral for her bride Harleen Quinzel. More names were listed in this folder, so she would stay here all night.
The Iceberg Lounge
While the paying guest danced downstairs, a body bag was dragged in front of Christopher Falcone who sighed, "Better not get blood on my new shoes. Cost me two grand." One of his henchmen opened the bag revealing the sliced-up face of one of his captains. The letter J was carved in his forehead which was clearly meant to be a sign, "You all go get that new Joker bitch, and bring her to me. When you fuck with Christopher Falcone you fuck with all of Gotham." He stood up with a clear look of anger on his face. Before they could drag the body away, Christopher stomped on the dead man's face which made a disgusting wet sound. As they dragged the body off, he walked over to his desk looking out the window behind it, "Something big is coming man. I can feel it. This city has something bad coming to it, and I am going to thrive on it. All the honest men in this town are going to bow to me. First we start with the man sitting on billions of dollars, Bruce Wayne."