Disclaimer: I don't know why I did a disclaimer for every chapter of the last story. But then again, there's a lot of things I don't know why I do. So here's one for the whole story: I do not own any characters affiliated with the Batman and DC Comics universe. I do however, own the plot and any original characters.

First, I want to thank the following from the last chapter of the Joke's on Me: Gwenlynn, nocoldwater, 123Ekaterina, FoxDemon303, Hushabye, Rayven Storme, and mellathea. I really appreciate all the feedback that everyone has given me, and I'm wicked exited to start this story. Listen to Superstar by Lupe Fiasco. Even though it's a rap song, it fits perfectly with this chapter. Sorry it's kinda short, but it's pretty much just an introduction. So here it is, hope you enjoy!

I yawned and stretched my arms in the uncomfortably small seat. My sleepy eyes gazed out the window and saw that the sun was just starting to rise. I'm back home, I thought as I slipped on my navy blue Gotham University hoodie over my short sleeve shirt. In case you were wondering, I was on a red-eye flight to Gotham from Rome. My band Legend Trippers, and I recently wrapped up a long European tour, and we were itching to spend the summer at home. "Attention ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at Gotham International Airport within the next few minutes. At this time, I ask all of you to put on your seatbelts. Thank you", the pilot's voice spoke over the intercom. I adjusted the seatbelt around my waist, and the plane came to a smooth landing.

"God, my ass hurts", I said to Steve, who sat next to me. "But don't you feel accomplished? We're done with our longest tour yet!", he replied, rather loudly. "Of course I feel accomplished. And not so loud, I'm fuckin tired." I stood up, stretched, and retrieved my carry-on bag from the cabinet above the seats. "We're finally home", I said to Evan and Benji, as we emptied out into the aisle. I laughed when I saw that Benji was trapped in between two fat guys. He rolled his eyes. "Yep, great to be home", he joked

When I finally made it off the plane and into the terminal, I saw Mike and rushed over to him, giving him the biggest kiss. Mike is my boyfriend. We've been dating for almost a year, and he's everything I could ever ask for in a guy. We met at a record store in Gotham City and he has spiky brown hair and blue eyes. He's sweet, funny, and my parents love him. He just graduated from college, and he now works for Wayne Enterprises. "Welcome home!", he exclaimed in a sleepy voice. "Sorry I had to make you get up so early", I said. "Come on George, I haven't seen you for four months. This is probably the only time I won't mind getting up at 4:30."

Mike drove me back to my apartment in downtown Gotham City. I left my luggage on my bedroom floor, thinking I'll unpack later. I slumped down on my bed without even turning over the sheets, and passed out.

I'll give you a little insight into my life. And oh, has it changed. After I graduated from high school, I went to college at Gotham University. The guys and I somehow managed to keep our band alive. We played local shows, gathering a small fan base. A guy from a record company just happened to be at one of them, and loved our alternative, hard rock, progressive-y sound. He invited us to play for some of the company big-wigs, and before we knew it, we were singed to the label. I dropped out of college when we went on our first tour, opening for Three Days Grace. My parents hated my decision, but hey, it worked out just fine if you ask me.

And so we recorded our first album. It was fairly well received. We were so busy making music videos, touring, doing interviews, and photo shoots. After that, we released our second album, hence the long tour. Touring is definitely my favorite part of the whole "rock star" life. I've been around the world, meeting different fans. There's really nothing like that rush of being up on stage, looking out over all the people who are having the times of their lives.

And with my new life came a new outlook on it. I already told you how I turned my life around when I was freed from the Joker's captivity. I started to live my life to it's fullest. I don't take it for granted anymore. Looking back, I realized that I was a total loser. I spent most of it being miserable, and I missed out on a lot of experiences. Before those two days that forever changed me, I'd never stopped to smell the roses. Now, I can stand on a beach and contemplate how vast the ocean is. I can walk through a park on a cool autumn day, feeling the sun on my back, while the leaves crunch beneath my feet. I've also learned to appreciate the people closest to me. Family get-togethers have been so much more pleasant, despite the heated political debates and the occasional drunk uncle, but that's where the real fun is. And I've never had as much fun with my friends. I've become a better listener, and I'm so much better at giving them advice. I've made a lot of friends too, because I learned to be more open to kindness, instead of shutting people out like I used to do. I also cut it out with the sarcastic and bitchy attitude. Well actually, a lot of it is still there. So all in all, I can only thank the Joker. Someone who doesn't know how much I've changed could argue that I have every right in the world to despise him, but I really can't. Because without him and his strange, indirect way of changing my life, I'd probably still be a sour and unhappy person working a mediocre office job. No offense to Peter Gibbons, though.

The Next Day

I threw on a loose-fitting, thin white tank top, dark blue flare jeans, a light grey short sleeve cardigan, and black flip flops. I examined my appearance in the bedroom mirror. Since we last left off, my hair has been lightened to a nice sunflower blonde, while still keeping it's past-the-shoulder length. I let it air dry, which gave it some loose waves, and a few streaks of deep purple peeked out from the bottom layers. An homage to the Joker? I don't know, you tell me. And I won't bore you with the stories behind the numerous tattoos I've permanently inked on my skin, but I will tell you that I have a small joker on the inside of my left wrist. I got the inspiration from a card when I played a game of poker with my friends. Looking at it brings back those memories which in turn, helps me to write songs.

I looked out the window. The sun was shining on this beautiful end-of-June day in Gotham City. I needed some flowers for my apartment and some fresh fruits and vegetables. So I grabbed my purse and walked down the street to this little farmer's stand that's set up every summer. The hot sun beat down on my back and I could feel it tanning my skin. It was around noon on a Saturday, so the streets were packed with people. Tourists flocking in for the weekend, businessmen chatting on their Blackberrys, fashionistas shopping, homeless people panhandling on the sidewalks.

I left the florist with a bouquet of daisies, thyme, baby's breath, and orchids. It was when I was examining a tomato at the farmer's stand that I looked up. From a distance, a pair of eyes belonging to a man were fixed on me. I dropped that tomato when I thought I saw two scars creeping up his cheeks. But I regained my composure. Nah, it can't be. My imagination went a little crazy.

I came home a while later, and put those flowers in a vase. Then, I poured myself a glass of water, kicked off my shoes, and flipped on the T.V. I changed the channel to a news station to get the day's headlines. And boy, did I get them. The reporter spoke with a sense of urgency and the words flashed across the screen.

Breaking News: "The Joker" Escapes From Arkham Asylum.

Gotham Residents on High Alert as Authorities Continue Their Search.

The glass of water slipped away from my hand and crashed onto the floor, but I didn't notice. My eyes went wide and my shaky hand covered my mouth which hung open, and I slowly sat down on the couch. A million questions ran through my mind. Where is he? How did he escape. And was that him that I saw today? Oh please, I hope he doesn't find me.

If you are what you say you are

A superstar

Then have no fear...