Kingpin: This is a good start, will you include other villain reactions?

Reply: I'm not quite sure- I also don't know too much about Batman's villains or their origins. But if I do get the opportunity, I'll probably sneak in another villain. It depends on the given situation. I'll try make the plot less typical.

A/N: Vlad Masters won't be in the beginning, I honestly don't want him dead because there are so many other ways I can use him within the plot. Also, If there's any bothersome flaws within the fic. let me know, because I have no beta, and nor do I recall ever having one. Oh, and this is in Danny's perspective. Again with experimenting...

Chapter Two:

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My heart was thudding rapidly within my chest a million times a minute. Anticipation coursed through my mind as I could just barely hold my searing excitement. And most importantly, fear.

Harley was talking about having fun and being yourself when committing crimes. Meanwhile, Joker was going on about how to throw on a show, and getting a chuckle out of the audience.

A black bag Joker held swung as passionate as the super villain had sounded.

All were great tips for a villain. But… being a villain was bad. I'm not bad. I was still sane.

Nothing they had advised sounded virtuous.

I knew what was going to happen was wrong, and I'd be helping the cause...

Never would I have stooped so low if I had the choice. But with Harley and Joker keeping me alive and obscured from the public. There wasn't a silver platter given out to me, giving me an option to decide from more than one choice.

This is the only choice at hand.

Besides, I'd probably get used to it if I could make it this first time...

Currents gusted against the three of us, on top of a towering building over the winking city lights I inhaled the toxic city scent lingering within Gotham.

Digging myself out of thoughts, my eyes refocused on Joker. "-Oh, and yeah. If the Bat gets the jump on ya, just run away." Joker finished and then rolled his eyes in an infantile manner.

Lost on the conversation I kept silent, "It's not worth getting thrown in the slamma." Harley warned with a pointed wagging finger. Hesitantly, I nodded.

"Don't be afraid to beat him up either..." Joker mumbled. "He can sure take a beating."

Without realizing, my eyebrows drew together.

Bruce Wayne... Or better yet called, Batman. From what I've heard within a small visit of The Riddler, Batman is a con just like us.

Riddler said something along the lines that He takes the stuff that criminals like Harley, Joker, and me (will) steal.

A thief amongst thieves sort of thing like robin hood, one of the shows I used to watch.

If I weren't so engrossed with impressing Harley and Joker, I would have stayed put and off into the sidelines.

Honestly, I suspect the government pays Batman to find and capture criminals taking everything they worked for. Just to get rid of them.

It made sense. Why else would he try so hard to be a superhero?

If the government funded the GIW, then why not superheroes too? It's been in movies...

But I don't remember much.

"I can't wait!" Harley squealed in delight, a habit I've learned she had.

"My baby's first hold up!" She reached over, and to my horror, grabbed my cheek momentarily.

A blush flushed onto my face.

It was a visible olive green being in my alter ego...

Joker chuckled, "Don't worry son, you'll do just fine!" He enthusiastically encouraged. And then leaned closer to me and began, "Now here's the plan..."

"Ooh-! this is my favorite part!" Harley pulled in closer to the Joker.

"You and Harley will wait for me on top of the roof." he pointed upwards for emphasis, the bag jostled, "And then, Trickster'll wait for my signal, you'll know what it is when you hear it." The Joker smirked uncannily dark, "After that, you'll then come in from the skylight and we'll rob 'em blind."

Registering his very short plan, I nodded once again, voice monotone, "Roger that..."

We then waited for Joker to make the first move towards the Mansion's direction.

Smiling he bolted with the bag, Harley and me following behind without sharing a glance soon after. Harley owned a wicked smile tugging her lips showcasing teeth slightly, meanwhile I could only feel apprehension.

Many things can and could go wrong…

...

It was minutes later we were on the roof, Harley waved her famous mallet and occasionally twirled it. Both of us snuck on top of the Mansion.

It apparently, had horrible security.

We waited impatiently for our signal, Joker was probably inside the building by now. It was dark and eerie on top of it. The only lights we could take advantage of were the ones coming from the inside beaming lazily out of the skylight.

After a few more beats of silence, Harley took the opportunity to speak, breaking the silence and my continuous train of thought-

"This is taking awhile..." Her accent colored her tone.

She looked really impatient.

I furrowed peppered brows, and hummed.

I glanced to and fro, "How long is this whole… crime, gonna be?"

She looked towards me, and responded light, "A couple minutes. We'll have to escape the Bat if we want to make it quick."

Almost too risky.

"... Okay." My voice cut short.

She spoke up once more mumbling, "This is really taking awhile…" I could hear her foot tap, "I'm going to go get him."

I looked towards her, "You're leaving? But he said to stay here..." I frowned at her impulsivity.

Harley shook her head, "Nope. Sorry buttercup, but he's taking too long. Now stay here and be a good boy." She winked.

Unfazed I kept still, trying to ignore the idea of being alone within this scheme.

The villainess hesitated, still fiddling with her weapon of choice, "Puddin'." She changed subjects too fast for my liking.

"I'll always be able to talk to ya, you know that right?"

I only stared.

I couldn't invest my trust into someone I hardly knew. Even if I am apart of their… family. I was too used to trickery to be able to talk personally. I wanted to.

But it would be a decision possible to regret.

I couldn't risk that.

Hesitantly, I nodded her off.

She could be annoying. I didn't need coddling... especially during this crime.

"... I'm okay." A low tone flowed through my voice.

Unfortunately, she persisted.

"Mm, well, I was a Psychiatrist..." She implied a little terse, her voice timbre changing.

I stared at her some more, she sounded sane.

Joker talked about how she did this voice.

A mockery of reason and logic. Mental illness seemed open new perspectives some people failed to see or found no reason in looking at.

Harley and Joker rubbed off on me a bit within the little time we had together, admittedly.

As much as I wanted to be weak again, I knew it would only be bad news.

Spontaneously as I was about to reply, mouth parted, until the pitch of a gunshot resounded acutely throughout the area.

Harley broke focus flippantly and grinned right away.

Swinging back her arms, bat in hand, she then threw her arms forward and slammed the weapon into the glass. It shattered the skylight above the party. Glass falling down onto the victims below. Partygoers screamed more than during the gunshot now that glass rained down them.

An unnatural click resounded inside of my head.

"Care for a lift?" I thrusted out my arm to her.

Squealing once more, she latched onto my arm- everything suddenly euphoric.

"Let's go Puddin'!"

I couldn't tell whether it was me being genuinely excited or terrified with the adrenaline streaming through capillaries.

Leaping into the large glamored room, I allowed gravity take it's toll until we reached a foot approximately over the ground.

Making us hover for a second before setting her down onto the marble floors, I then followed falling a foot down also, my shoes clanked onto the ground.

"It seems our invitation was lost in the mail 'ol Brucey!" Joker laughed gesturing the bag generally, and made himself more visible to the eye, I realized he stole my banter and mutely glared.

Joker kept looking for the proclaimed hero when no signs showed up of him.

Harley patted me on the shoulder playfully.

I was shaking, and not from anger…

But fear.

"Oh well, we're here anyway!" Harley broke out laughing swinging up her arms and weapon in the air.

"You know what to do." Joker said pointedly towards us.

Harley stepped forwards, ignoring the quaking crowds instilled with the fear of being shot or hit by well-known psychopaths.

She giggled, "This is a robbery!" Harley shouted lifting up her bat triumphantly. The crowd riled up after the stereotypical statement. Harley gestured using her bat for me to finish the threat.

No wimping out.

I stepped forwards beside her and rested my leather gloved hands upon my hips in fists, more to calm my anxiety than to put on a show.

I exclaimed daringly, despite the prudency I tried to keep attained.

"So that means,-" My voice mocked the crowds, "-you put all of your jewelry and money in the bag and then nobody will get hurt."

This was all theatrics...

Everyone mutely began to obey, bit by bit, most were very reluctant while others recognized the drill.

Watches, necklaces, and wallets were dumped gingerly into the leather bag Joker suddenly held. I didn't really pay much mind to who they were, because masquerade masks covered their identities.

It looked dumb…

But anonymity could also be a blessing at times.

All was well.

Exempt that Bruce wasn't here.

Which meant Batman would be.

A/N: In my opinion this chapter is extremely short, but I want to keep each chapter kind of that way during this fic. so I don't burn myself out before I can finish it…

Anyway, review.