Homemade Dynamite [The Lego Batman fanfiction]

Chapter One

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. Throwing his coat onto the cream colored sofa, the clown slumps onto his usual seat with his hand hanging over the arm of the couch. His shoulder feels better now, or at least isn't too noticeable. The light above his head remains switched off - had it fused the last time - the main source of light for the room being the television. His green orbs dance along the dim screen, a crack going through half of it; though Jack was used to it by now. He wipes his sweat away with his hand, having ditched the cop car a few blocks away.

"I love being the cause of destruction, but, man, I hate the cops." He says aloud, covering his eyes with an arm as Harley skates into the room with two cases in her hands - a first aid kit and a make-up bag. She sits on the arm of the sofa and opens the aid kit, her smile soft and reassuring.

"Don't worry, puddin', next time we'll miss them perfectly!" Harley grins at The Joker, though she doesn't get a smile from him as she expected. She raises an eyebrow at him, she could tell instantly that something was wrong. The way he lays on the sofa, effortlessly screaming that he has something on his mind; or at least Harley sees it this way. "Booboo, is something wrong?" She asks, lowering his arm to tend to the little wounds he was trying to hide from her.

"I'm fine." Jack turns his head in order to look away from his partner in crime, he hates having to deal with his wounds, the stinging part at least. His makeup smudged, half of it runs down his face mainly from the rain. He sighs, staring at the cracks in the ceiling above. Harley furrows her brows together as she observes his motions - so subtle, yet it settles as a call for help in her head.

"Are you sure? You can tell me anything, you know," She starts cleaning his wound with no warning, the fact that he hadn't winced at this - as usual - alarmed her. Something is terribly wrong with him! But he won't say anything, She panics internally, perhaps she could try to adress it after dinner.

The Joker remains silent, his lips pursed and green brows relaxed above his eyes. Why did Bats let me go? The question he could never figure out on his own, his worst enemy turned his back to him, wanting him to leave. Am I just not that good of an enemy anymore? Was it because I called him 'Batboy'? He questions, Or maybe he was upset? That bird kid wasn't with him... Or was it really me? Slowly he starts coming back to reality, though mainly his feeling comes back.

He glances at his roommate, the sky overcast with a chance of it raining again. Maybe he had something better to do? It is pretty late... The sensation of her using a baby wipe to remove his makeup feels soft and gentle, Joker smiles at her in response. Her thoughts calm down when she notices this, smiling back.

"Feeling better now, puddin'?" She wipes his lipstick off. Joker sits there quietly for a moment, humming softly.

"I think so. Sorry, Harls." Joker sighs, scratching at the Scooby-Doo bandaid on his cheek. Harley lowers his hand, meeting his gaze.

"You want to talk about it?" She holds his hand in hers, leaving the two cases set on one another on the cabinet next to them. Joker stares at her for a moment, sighing after.

"It's Batman. He... He just let me go earlier." He starts slowly and sits up straight, worry traced on his face as his voice softens. "I mean, I was asking for it, but he just did! And he turned away from me and I know I did something- he's never done that before, muffin! I-I don't understand!" He lays back down, sliding down the sofa further. Harley runs a hand through his hair and sets her other hand on his cheek.

"Are you scared he wanted to do something else? Like he was bored?" His best friend asks out of curiosity. Jack grows silent again, Is he bored of me?! It-it makes sense! He was so uninterested... "Is that what you think now?"