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Damian was worried. Well, not worried but, concerned. His new chemistry, physics and astronomy teacher, Doctor Daniel Jack Fenton, was a step from crazy to insane. The man had no safety standards, in fact when one brave soul asked, he said, "Safety Shmafety, where's the fun in that? Now here's how you can make the piranhas solution at home, but don't drink it 'cause that's how to shorten your life expectancy to instant deadness." He then proceeded to make said solution, and it broke down a hot dog sausage in about three minutes. It worked better than the hydrochloric acid the Joker uses in his flower 'gag'. After the demonstration he put a lid on it, and placed it next to his beaker shaped water bottle.
Anderson whispered behind him, "that's not going to end well." Damian reciprocated that sentiment, but said nothing.
He and Drake did a background check on him. Graduate of Gotham U online courses, sister who is a licensed psychiatrist Dr. Jasmine Fenton, both parents are pioneers of their scientific field Drs. Jack and Madeline Fenton, and a paleontologist wife, Dr. Samantha Fenton née Manson. No criminal history other than the 'teen package' as Drake calls it; minor vandalism, some truancy, minor shoplifting.
Such information did not discredit the Betting Circle, which the highest bid was 'Scarecrow 2.0'.
That was a month and a half ago, the solution was still there, and Damian has seen Dr. Fenton replace it every week. On this rather dull Thursday, many were looking forward to the eccentric teacher's chaos, and as he was teaching about reactive metals, there was a grating voice that every gothamite knows, blaring from a speaker.
"Hello, Gotham Acadamy, I'm sure you know who I am, so I'll say this once; why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from me! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Dr. Fenton walked calmly to the window, "Crab nebula, can't see a freaking thing. I'll go see what that fruitloop wants. Stay here." As he marched out of the classroom, he grabbed the beaker.
"Guys," Anderson vocalized, "that wasn't his water."
Suddenly they heard Dr. Fenton shout, "Oh, it just had to be a freakshow clown!"
"Ah, someone's come to play?"
"Oh, pleasure yourself on a succulent!" Damien has never heard that one before, but he is absolutely using that. Actually, now that he thought of it, how could he hear him?
"Feisty," the Joker presumably took a step forewards.
"Don't come near me you creepy, Jeffrey Woods wannabe!"
"Who?"
Then they heard shattering.
Everyone in the classroom decided to forego safety, and run to the entrance. There, at the bottom of the steps was Dr. Fenton, stomping on the Joker’s chest as the piranha solution ate away at his face.
"Is this funny to you, you psychotic bitch, fucking creepy ass clown, Stephen King novel come to life lookin' ass, roach room connoisseur. I get the last laugh, Ha. Ha. Hack!" Dr. Fenton's insane rant was cut off by inhaling a green substance that came from the Clown Prince of Crime's mouth. "Jekel and Hyde! What was that? Ancients, got me speaking like Mr. Lancer!"
As he spoke his skin became white as white could be, his hair became green, and his lips stretched into a smile and became blood red alongside his eyes.
"What are you lot lookin' at? Something on my face? Ha ha ha ha hh— no no no no no!" Two rings of light formed around him.
He went from whiter than white to light blue, his hair became platinum white, his eyes became a toxic green, his lips went back to normal, his ears had a distinct point, in the place of his NASA shirt, cargo shorts, running shoes and lab coat, he wore black armour with a flaming D with what looks like a P within it over a nebulous bodysuit. Above him, a blue icy crown floated.
"What was that," Dr. Fenton? asked.
"That's what we'd like to know," good, father and Drake are here.
"I dunno, I went into a fit–sorry, no, my sister doesn't like that word–PTSD trance thing, because I've hated clowns since I watched It at seven, then Frederich Isak Showenhower came and now this bozo. Frankly, it's on sight. Anyway, some piranhas solution and several stomps later, ding dong the bitch is dead, but some green gas got in my lungs so after I started to turn into him, I transformed to my ghost half." He looked startled, "goddammit ghosts can't lie. Okay, I'm gonna try something, alright?" The rings of light encompasses him again, switching back to a human form. He still looked like madness had taken him, but even still looking like a Joker clone, he was standing calmly without looking like a clown. "Much better. A side effect of my abilities is self-cleaning, so no muck within me."