Change

A women held a rough glare on her face as she loomed over the notorious clown of Gotham City. He had a forced grin on his face that shinned with blood as the moon passed over the pair. The women growled as she leaned down and pulled the Joker up by the collar of his jacket, shoving him against the roof edge.

"So what will it be? A Fall or a Storm?" The women smirked.

"Now, now. I say.." the Joker started but the women cut him off.

"Ah, you took to long, so sorry" she played in a sarcastic tone. "Now I get to chose."

"You don't have to do this, my little fire" Joker pleaded.

"Storm it is" the women said.

She lifted her other hand in the air and a light blue flame appeared in the palm. No it wasn't a flame, it looked more like a lightening bolt.

"A lightening storm that is" She grinned.

The women inched her hand towards the clown's chest. She took her sweet time enjoying the agony that formed on the Joker's face as he struggled to break away from electricity that was slowly getting closer to his heart. A wide, dark smile shinned on the woman's face as her hand got a centimeter away and stopped for a second.

"You really don't have to do this" the women heard.

But this time the line did not come from the scared clown, it came from behind the pair. The women turned her head, finding the dark knight standing only a few feet away, a bat-a-ring in his hand.

"Like you could really stop me with that" the girl jerked her head towards the crusaders weapon.

"I don't want to" spoke Batman.

"Excellent. Then why don't you smile as I do something you should have a long time ago."

Batman heaved out a low sigh and switched his weapon fast, from a normal bat-a-ring to a shocker. The women took another swing at the clown, this time no longer taking it slow, but it still wasn't fast enough. The Bat threw his tazer through the air hitting the woman's wrist dead on, stopping it from touching the joker. The pair fell to the ground as the women released the clown and screamed in pain, as electricity ran through her own body.

"That didn't go as I planned" she smirked, then passed out.

Hours later the women awoke in a prison cell, a place a skilled thief like her would have never been seen in. She moved quick, surprised to see her costume still on her, including the mask.

"You have quite the connections Blaze" seethed her cell neighbor.

The women poked her head out of the bars, and groaned when she spotted the owner of the voice.

"Peg-leg" she grumbled, slumping back to the floor.

"That's Penguin Missy!" the man pecked.

"Like you deserve to be called a bird name. Now shut it."

"Ah is the little flame mad that her plan failed? Everyone's heard you tired to Kill the Joker. Though the questions of Why remains, and I'd like to know how your mask is still on?"

"You said it yourself, I've got connections, people like me to stay a secret. As for the Joker, Batman was an idiot to place us in the same building. It just makes him an easier target."

"My dear that is where you are wrong. The Joker is at the Asylum well we are just in the normal big house. I guess that what we get for failed crimes."

The women banged her head against the wall hard, annoyed out her mind.

"That idiot, he would do something like that. THAT MONSTER deserves the death penalty, preferably by my hands" Blaze growled.

"Well would you listen to that, the simple thief has turned into a murderer. Why the grudge? You know I heard the Joker is in the bars for murder as well, kill someone close to you did he?" Penguin asked.

"That's none of your business peg-leg! Leave me be or I'll feed you to the sharks."

"I told you to call me Penguin!"

"And I told you to Shut it! Incase you didn't notice, I'm not in the best mood, and seeing how you know my plan didn't work I'm still in the mood for a kill. And fried Penguin sounds excellent right about now!"

The tuxedo bird slunk back a little, shutting his beak as he caught sight of the woman's face. Her emotions showing true to her words that he would be next on her list. What had the Joker done to this women to change her so much.

Batman sat down in his computer chair slinking his palms down his face.

"Rough night Master Bruce" came Alfred's voice.

"Aren't they all" the crusader replied.

"You know Master Bruce, you yourself started to go down the same road Miss Blaze did, but you were able to come back from it. Maybe she can to, with a little help."

"I hope your right Alfred."