"Sometimes I Wonder" (A Lego Batjokes Fanfiction)

Chapter 85: Love is Loveable

Once Batman and the Joker left to discuss something with each other, Garfield watched and waited for Dick to wake up from his slumber. Bandaids scattered across his face and body from the horrible attack of the Superman look-alike. The thought of the imposter boiled the green boy's blood with pure rage and anger. Whoever they were, whatever they were, Garfield knew that they were going to pay. Either he or the caped crusader would teach them a lesson. Leaning over slightly, Garfield planted a kiss upon Dick's sweet tasting lips and sighed softly. He wished that the strange, cement skinned man did not attack the city as he did. Who and why on Earth would anyone try to hurt the Boy Wonder like that? Thankfully, they were both saved and rescued. If it were not for Superman, Batman and the Joker would have suffocated and tragically passed away in the burning (possibly still burning) factory. He was thankful for the villain and the hero for saving himself and Dick from any further harm. For now, he was by himself while Alfred was away to do some errands. "If anything happens while I am away," he said before leaving to the first store that sold many items aside from the casual-looking books and clothes, "give me an emergency call. I will not be long." Five hours, Garfield had recalled what the butler had said before he left. Five hours of pure silence. All he had now was a sleeping, peaceful-looking Boy Wonder and himself. He curled up to Dick and kissed his cheek, wrapping his arms around the other's surprisingly skinny waist and inhailed and exhailed shakily.

"They're going to avenge you, I bet," Garfield said; and to confirm what he had said, he heard the front door slam closed as the caped crusader and the green-haired clown walked out of the house and began their journey to the Fortress of Solitude.
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They both turned to each other as they finally made it across the horizon in the Batplane. The couple was exaughsted after their long travel to the man in tights' home. Giving a small, satisfied sigh, Batman looked over at his beloved fiance and gave a simple, plain nod. At first, the other didn't understand what it meant. It just seemed out of the blue. But knowing the caped crusader for over seventy-nine years, it meant that this could be an ultimate battle. Battle over what, the common person may ask.

The battle of Bizarro versus Superman, Batman, and the Joker.

Turning his head slightly and hovering his hand to reach for the key to the mobile, Batman stopped midway and bit his lip nervously. He was nervous about this fight. It reminded him of the time when Superman almost killed him and the beloved Joker. He remembered when the Scarecrow almost killed the pale, green haired man and his son, and his son's beloved. He remembered when Bizarro, the one who caused mass destruction; the one to almost successfully kill the freckled face boy once and for all. All of these alarming thoughts made the man in black tremble nervously. Internly, of course, to hide the truth. To hide that fear was taking it's toll. But he could not allow fear to control his actions. He had to be brave as always. He always had to be brave.

"Batsy?" Joker noticed that his beloved hasn't moved an inch for almost two and a half minutes. He wondered what the caped crusader was thinking in his pretty little, intelligent mind of his. Looking over at one of the side mirrors of the mobile, Joker wondered if the caped crusader was afraid just like him. If so, then perhaps...

He placed a hand on the other's as it finally had something to grasp onto, a last resort, the last hope. Batman squeezed the other's cold, yet warm, hand tightly, yearning to be home with his family. That was all that he and his beloved fiance wanted now. But vengence had taken over their minds like tumours, and there was no turning back no. The only thing to look at now was the Fortress of Solitude that lied the cement skinned man and the overpowered superhero who had tried to kill the Dark Knight and the Clown Prince of Crime 'unintentionally'.

They looked endlessly into each other's eyes, searching for an answer, waiting for a response of some sort. Both wanted reassurance, a final, possible farewell. The clock was ticking; for Garfield, for Robin, for Jack. The anticipation and the ticking of a clock in an office building from afar would make everyone's strands of scattered hair, both big and small, stand on end.

Finally, breaking the silence and the anticipated moment, Bruce leaned in and gave Jack, his lover, his everything, a long, loving kiss. It was a special kiss for the two soon-to-be husbands. It was a kiss that both trembled slightly due to sudden sadness and happiness. It felt amazing to feel their freshly licked lips intertwine and connect with one another after being separated for oh-so long. And then, they parted.

Holding each other's hand firmly, one slightly trembling, the other calm and collected, Batman and the Joker were finally ready. They both exited the mobile, their minds clustered like a sickened storm that could not be controlled. From their expressions, one serious face, the other nervous and afraid, they were not ready for whatever was to happen through those icy doors of, well, ice. But in order to make all right again, in order to serve a nice, fresh, piping hot plate of justice for his son and his son's beloved, Bruce knew what he had to do. He needed to do this, and Jack knew it, too. It was so obvious that anyone with a fully aware, fully alert mind could understand the situation. It was commom sense.

Slowly walking to the door now, the Joker turned to meet the caped crusader's blue, illuminated gaze for one last time. Batman turned to meet the other's acid green slightly misted eyes and gave a heavy sigh. The Dark Knight whispered, "I hate you the most," and in response, the Clown Prince of Crime whispered in a bone chilling, heartpounding, jaw dropping tone, "I hate you forever."