Enough For Me (batjokes)

The Batcave

The Joker woke up around an hour or so later, and immediately realized he was inside of the Batmobile. Batman was eating McDonalds fries.

"So," Joker said, head throbbing. "Batman lives in Bruce Wayne's basement?"
"Bruce Wayne lives in Batman's attic." Said Batman.

He parked the Batmobile and they hopped out of the car.
Joker ran around the Batcave, touching everything he could get his hands on.
"I'm gonna have to cuff you." Batman said.
"What?" Joker asked. "Why?"
"Just until we get you to your room. Also, drop all your weapons out now."

Joker sighed. He emptied his pockets of 7 knives and a handgun. Batman turned away to set them on a table, and a devious smirk appeared on Joker's face.

He still had his lighter.

"Okay," Batman said, and Joker held out his wrists innocently for Batman to cuff. "Let's go."

The pair walked like a guard handling a prisoner into a medium sized bedroom, with a purple bedspread and dark blue curtains.

"I'll get you some pajamas. It's like 4am so get ready for bed."
Batman said, and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Joker still barely believed he was there, IN the Batcave.

Joker began to lift his shirt, but Batman came back in, holding a pair of black and white bat pajamas.

"Do you need something to wipe off the makeup, or can I go to bed?"

"I'm fine." Joker said. "Goodnight batsy."

"Night." Batman sighed, and locked the door.

Once Joker was alone, he took off his purple coat, tie and everything else.
He began to change into the bat pajamas, but caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the table.

He looked away, unable to even peek for three seconds. Joker bit his lip so hard he was sure he gave himself a new scar.
Joker looked chubby again. Maybe it was because of the food Harley had been making recently. Or Penguin, when he had come over.

He gritted his teeth, angrily punching his arm until it shook. He grabbed his lighter from inside his coat pocket and lit it, burning it deep into his skin.

He barely felt anything, so he moved to put it onto his leg.

"You should die, fucking fat hog." He hissed under his breath. The lighter burned brighter, and Joker threw it across the room.

He scraped his fingers across the walls and then pulled his hair, tears forming in his eyes.
He pulled the bedcovers over his head, silently crying into the pillow.