🦇 The Bat And The Clown 🃏

Season 1 Episode 1

God I'm a horrible writer but- yknow.. It's 1:49 am in the morning and I'm bored as hell. Might as well make it worth it! Also this Story has slight references to the telltale games! Also... I'm not sure about if Alfred is still alive? I haven't finished the games but... I'm adding him anyways! It's not Batman without Alfred..

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It was pouring rain, and The Joker and Batman were having their little feud as usual. Blood was dripping from Jokers nose, a wide grin spread across his face, "Geez, Batsy!~ Didn't have to get Psychical.." He spoke with a chipper yet... Somewhat unsettling tone, licking the blood from his upper lip, still a wide grin plastered on his face, "I do what I must, Joker." Batman replied, his stance firm, ready to fight again. Joker let out an unsettling, maniac laughter. It echoed through the warehouse. A chill was sent through Batman's spine. Joker had his hands on his knees, face towards the ground, his laugh faded, he pulled out a gun, it seemed as if he decorated it himself with his signature colors.. purple, green, and orange. Batman grunted and kept still, his fists up and ready, "Geez.. I'm surprised you haven't pounced yet, Bats! Though, pouncing isn't really for Bats, are they?" He chuckled, his finger hovered over the trigger, looking at Batman with a sinister, yet, soft look in his eyes. Batman prepared to charge and get that gun away from him, he clutched his fists together and ran towards him full speed. The Joker, however, had other plans, he waited til last minute and moved out of the way, causing Batman to run into the cement wall that was behind Joker. He collapsed, his mind all foggy. His ears rung, he gently touched his nose to see, and feel the damage. I must say, it wasn't pretty, a fractured nose that's for sure. He winced in pain and turned around weekly to face the Joker, staring at him with stern gaze in his eyes. The lens in his cowl were cracked, it was cracked and broken enough to see his real eyes, piercing into Jokers' soul. Joker laughed another maniac laugh, "End of the line, Batsy!" he joked, pointing the gun at Batman's head, "It was nice knowing ya, Bats." He said with a more serious tone. He put pressure on the trigger and BANG. Nothing happened. Batman had closed his eyes before he pulled the trigger and he paused, wondering how he wasn't dead, he looked up at Joker to see the gun was a trick. The gun had shot out a little flag, with the word 'BANG' written on it, in a bright, comic-like font, and fashion. His smile widened even more, bursting out with laughter, ending up on the floor from laughing, "You should've seen the look on your face!!" he laughed, trying to catch his breath. He sat up and wiped a single tear from his eye, "Oh, I just WISH I could watch that on REPEAT!" He joked, standing up and holding out his hand for Batman, "You really think I'd kill you, YET? You could come in hand someday! I'm gonna need you on my side.. Batsy." he smiled, a much sweeter smile than his wide, disturbing one, "Like I'd EVER be on YOUR side..." Batman grunted, standing up without grabbing a hold of Jokers' hand, "Ouch, Bats. That hurt." He said sarcastically, "And after all we've gone through?" he pouted, being even more sarcastic than before. Batman seemed to roll his eyes underneath that mask of his, which made Joker crack a smirk, "Well, Catch ya later, Bats." he said, "I've got some plannin' to do before out next meeting." he added, walking away, throwing the gun behind him as he walked away, whistling. His walk was just as goofy and weird as he was, and Batman took notice of it, he sighed and picked up the gun Joker threw, and walked out. He summoned his Batmobile, and drove home. He parked his car in the Batcave, and took off his cowl, and there, underneath it all, was that classic playboy billionaire, Bruce Wayne. He set down his cowl and a sudden pain occurred in.. Almost everywhere in his body, he struggled to stay up but managed to grab a hold of something before almost collapsing. Running face-first into that wall must of been only one of the worst things to happen while fighting Joker, got a fractured nose and a concussion from that blow to the head. Alfred came down to check on Bruce, "Everything alright Master Bruc- Oh good heavens! Bruce, are you alright?" he said, walking over and holding onto him so he could stand straight, "I'm... [*cough, cough*]... I'm fine, Al.. I promise.. Just..." he paused, trying to gather words to say. His mind was all fogged and messed up from that collision with the wall, "I just.. Took a blow to the face, that's all..." he said, holding his head with his left hand, as his right was weakly holding onto Alfred, Alfred shook his head and frowned, "Let's get you patched up, Master Bruce.." Al sighed, carefully guiding him upstairs into the manor to treat him, "I wish we could take you to the infirmary, but you already know how that might go down.. People might get suspicious about Bruce Wayne, being hurt, with no explanation on what happened.." he said, a worried tone as he tended to his nose, in a caring, father-like manner. Bruce sighed, "I know.. I know.." He mumbled, wincing with every touch. It stung..

A little while later, he was tended and cared for and he was sent to bed with a couple painkillers and a glass of water to wash it down. He was undressed, boxers were the only thing keeping him somewhat decent. He picked up the rich, silky sheets and crawled underneath them. He had a bit of a press conference to go to with the GCPD, with all the crime going on in Gotham, he could only pray that no one would ruin the event. Only time would tell, wouldn't it?

The next day, the press conference was held in the afternoon, and Joker wanted to... "crash the party"... He laughed to himself and waited in the crowd, not doing any harm. He was in a slight disguise. He wasn't Joker for the moment. He was John. John Doe.

Sure, Bruce might recognize him as soon as he looks into the crowd, but what does Joker care? He just wanted to enjoy the show from a safe distance from his old pal, Brucie. Joker had to admit, he admired both Bruce and Batman's work. He was absolutely thrilled to see Batman kick some ass, in person, at the Asylum during the whole... "Lady Arkham" incident. Not to mention, He helped Bruce get out of Arkham Asylum! But, things lately have been strange for Joker. He felt a weird... Fuzzy... Feeling anytime Bruce was around. He despised it. It wasn't natural for him to feel like this. The last time he felt like this was for Harleen.. Or... Harley, I should say. But those feelings for her had long gone. The only thing on John's mind was Bruce, for some weird reason. After Jim Gordan gave his speech, it was time for Bruces', the entire press was held to decide how GCPD and Wayne Industries could help lower crime rates in Gotham. Bruce pulled out some index cards and took a deep breath.

"I know all of you are afraid. I know I am sometimes. But, I believe, that with the help of Wayne technology, and GCPD Commissioner Gordan... I believe we can put a stop in crime, and make sure that Gotham can finally have it's peace.." he paused, looking back at Gordan, who gave him a smile and a nod, meanwhile taking a puff of his cigarette. Bruce smiled and looked back at the crowd, "I will now be taking questions..?" he said, looking across the crowd for hands, only one stood tall.. "Y-Yes? You there in the back?" he said, smiling. John, walked forward, "What happens if your plan doesn't work..? And Crime continues to spread aaalll across Gotham?" He asked, looking at Bruce with a sweet smile, mind you, John/Joker doesn't know Batmans true identity... Yet... As soon as Bruce saw who asked that question, his eyes widened, "Well.... I doubt we'll have any problems. Batman is on the GCPDs' side..! He'll help serve justice to Gotham, and send wrong-doers to jail.." he said, gulping and staring down at John, "Passing it back to you, Jim." he sighed, stepping away from the panel, walking off stage and behind the GCPD building, John, following behind, like a dog following it's owner.

John smiled, "What's wrong, Brucie? Didn't you miss me? Because I missed you.." he said, genuinely. That warm, fuzzy feeling attacking his heart again, he tried pushing his feelings down but just got nervous. His face turned a light shade of pink as he started to sweat, "Of course, I missed you. Where have you been, John..?!" he said, knowing full well what John has been doing. John looked at him and gulped, "Well... I've been... Busy!" he chuckled, trying to brush off the fact that his heart is pounding at 40 miles per hour. Bruce took notice of his funny behavior, "Is something wrong? You're face is turning red..? Are you getting a fever?" Bruce asked, it was flu season after all.. It wouldn't be surprising if he was getting sick, "U-Uhm.. Yeah! Probably just a cold.. I'm fine!" he said, smiling widely, "You don't gotta worry 'bout me, Brucie!" he said, elbowing his side jokingly, as much as Bruce didn't trust John, knowing that he's the Joker and all.. He still couldn't help but worry, just like he worries about Harvey sometimes, "Well, I say you lay low and relax for a bit. Until this sickness gets situated, okay John?.." Bruce said to him, feeling his face for his temperature, "Well, you don't have a fever.. But still. Promise me you'll relax until you're better. You're my pal, John." he said, smiling softly. John's face lit up, his eyes almost sparkling as he stared at Bruce, his face getting a deeper red, he quickly took control and shook his head, "U-Uh- Sure, Bruce! Anything for my pal.." he chuckled, starting to walk away, "Good seeing you again!" he said, before speed walking away, "Yeah.... Nice seeing you too.. Joker.." he said quietly to himself, sighing as he texted Gordan, telling him he's going home early, and that he's not feeling to well. He was fine, he just needed to be ready in case Joker was ready to attack..

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To be continued. 🦇🤡