Twisted [BatJokes]

Chapter 1

<Eror_Code> Oh... Someone is actualy reading this! As of lately people haven't been reading the nonsence of my newest stores so thank you for reading this! I've realized in most of my descriptions of the stories they have a question then 'Lets find out' fraze... Fun habit of mine. Enough of me, here you go!
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--Joker--

I sit in one of my many warehouses that I have been using as a hideout in a way. I sit in a small wooden chair backwards while looking at a man I had tortured to get more information on whatever the other criminals are planning without me. I'm the Clown Prince of Crime and yet they leave me out of their criminal plans! I honestly don't blame them, last time I wound up nearly killing Harley and myself plus Riddles and Wadle Pants(Penguin) with that bomb.

I stare at the knocked out man, my gloved hands covered in blood while a small bit of hair sits over my face. I lost interest in what he had to say witch was just that he was a henchmen and wasn't told anything so I knocked him out.

Harley walks up next to me, she sighs with a dissipointed look. "Mr. J... You alrigh'? Ya' lost interest in your toy here pretty quickly." Harley says walking up to the passed out man with her hammer over her shoulder. I sigh blowig the hair out of my face but it falls back down.

"I lost interest in his crying, he was a big baby and that's not fun." I say in an emotionless tone that gets a curious look from Harley. "You usualy love making grown men cry!" Harley says trying to make me laugh and I chuckle gaining a small smile. "Yeah but I also love breaking them not them crying as soon as they realize who I am." I say looking up at Harley who shrugs.

"We can annoy, B-man... You always love that!" Harley offers and I feel a wave of joy at the mention of Batsy wash over me and I stand. "Good idea but what to do in order to get his attention?...Hmmm." I say kind of mumbling the question in my sentince.

--Batman--

I sit in the batcave watching out for any crime alerts with Alfred in the background working on organizing my mayhem at 11 at night. I suddenly get the alert with the image of Joker walking through the streets shooting his guns, he obviously wasn't up to anything other than getting my attention.

"Good luck." Alfred says and I give him a nod after getting my suit on. I get into the batcar and make it to a roof top to see Joker waiting, leaning. "Heya Bats! How are you this lovely night? Not sleeping, like usual?" Joker asks with that familiar tone in his voice that says he's bored, I've fought him so long that I know him better than anyone else.

I don't answer his questions and stand waiting to see his next move. "No answer? Eh, sounds right... You obviously have picked up why I'm here. I'm bored and figured fighting you would cure that! So do you want to strike first or do you want me to." Joker asks and I dont answer, I just change stance to a defence and Joker grins. "Me, purfict!"

Joker lunges at me and the fight begins.

-Time skip-

Joker sits on the ground breathing heavily with both of his guns set down on both sides of him while I stand, breating heavily, both of us bleeding.

"I had fun!... You got me good with that hook!" Joker says forcing himself to stand, his legs very shakey. Joker tires to take a step but falls, I catch him in my arms and he laughs a more genuin laugh than usual as I help him stand. Joker has these moments when his mind switches from Joker to whoever he was before, when he's more human and you can see it in the way he moves and talks and his eyes give a more human look and less crazy.

I walk us over to a wall and place Joker on the ground against the wall. Joker pulls me down next to him so that I'm also sitting. Joker and I sit in a comfertable silence for a moment before he asks a question that surprises me. "How far back in your life do you remember?"

I sit for a moment and I reply hesitantly. "Kind of scattered but the memories I look back most on are the memories of my parents and they died when I was a kid... Why do you ask?" Joker hums letting me know he was listening. "I don't remember much from before I turned twenty five... I think... I don't quite remember what age I was or am but I know it was aroung that... I'm around Thrity Three or something of that sort..." Joker says with a genuine tone.

I sit silent, waiting for Joker to say more as I realize his green hair is kind of dyed red with blood now.

"I remember being lost in a mental hospital... Horrible memories... I tried normal life when I got out but those thoughts never go away..." Joker says trailing away slightly. "Do you know your real name?" I ask and Joker gives me a slightly shocked look, like he forgot I could speak. "Jack... Jack something. It starts with an N."

--Joker--

I don't know why I told Batman these things but I felt comfertable around him or it could be the possible concusion. We sit in a silence for a minute when I suddenly feel a little dizzy.

I think I fainted or fell asleep because I don't remember anything but I wake in the warehouse, in my room, covered in bandidges and things. Harley sits next to me and smiles as I wake up.

"Great, you're awake! If your confused, Bats used your phone to get my attention and I braught you back here after you fainted." Harley informs me and I groan with a headache. He let me go, why?
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