Twisted [BatJokes]

Chapter 3

--Joker--

Everyone leaves, some villains in pares to help eachother in case of actual attack. Harley gives me a sad look as Batman explains to us why we should split and go different places.

"I'll have one of the criminals go with Harley and she can handle herself but I think it's better she goes somewhere else in case they somehow find a way to track you. She can also blend in better than you and not get found." Bats says obviously annoid with the situation and being left with me. Harley hugs me goodbye and whispers. "If you get yourself killed I'll kill you myself."

I laugh as Deadshot leaves with Harley. I stand looking at the door nervous for Harley, me and her haven't been out of eachothers reach for years. We've always know eachothers locations and have always been able to at the least call but with this noone can talk to eachother.

I think Alfred saw my anxiousness because he walks up to me. "She will be alright." Alfred says and I nod hoping he was right.

Batman comes out of where I asume to be his room in a plane black on white suit. "Joker, not that I don't trust you but I don't trust you." Bruce says gesturing to my guns. I roll my eyes and hand them over. "What now, Bats? What am I suppost to do?" I ask throwing myself onto the couch as Alfred walks into the other room.

"I don't know, just find a way to entertain yourself... Maybe watch something or read. I need to figure out how to find whoever is kidnappig criminals..." Bruce says walking out of the room. I brush my hand through my hair. I look at my gloves hands and suddenly feel very anxious.

I stand quickly and start walking back and forth, processing everything. Alfred enters the room and asks. "If you aren't doing anything and are bored you can help me prepare dinner?" I nod and walk with him into the kitchen.

--Batman--

I sit in the batcave not realy knowing what to do myself. Everything has just come out of nowhere, I deffinetly wasn't exspecting to get a rescue call for criminals.

After hours of contemplating I find myself walking back upstairs and hear Joker laughing. I follow the sound of Alfred and Joker talking and enter the kitchen to see Alfred holding back a laugh as Joker stands with flower all over his face and clothes and a look of shock on his face while holding a flower bag. "What is going on in here?" I ask with a smile crossing my face from this odd sight.

Alfred ad Joker look over to me and Alfred couldn't hold his laugh any longer. Alfred laughs as Joker bursts out laughing. I'm glad to see Joker and Alfred are already getting along and Joker is already enjoying his time here.

Joker starts cleaning his face as Alfred explains. "Mr. Joker is helping me cook and he grabbed the flower and the bag poped open in his face." Joker turns with chuckle, all the makeup he wore gone from the water but his skin is still as pale and you could see two large scars that form a false smile on his face.

"That is not the first time that happend, believe it or not I used to cook a lot. A way to wash the world around me away... I best go change my clothes." Joker says walking past me after picking up his gloves from the counter. Alfred gives a sad look at the door. "I figured I'd envite him to help since he will be staying for a while and he was oddly..." "Human? Like a different person at some moments but then Joker in other moments?" I ask cutting off Alfred and he nods.

"Did you see those scars... The smile scars?" I ask in kind of a whisper and Alfred nods. "I didn't want to question him about it in fear that he might go for the knives." Alfred says with a soft laugh, making me laugh. That does sound like a Joker thing. Alfred turns back to the food. "Late dinner will be ready soon." Alfred says and I nods leaving the room.

I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees the kind of split personality of Joker... He tends to act normal at times...

What are you not showing us, Joker?
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