Havoc (A BatJokes story)

Chap1: The Idea

Bruce strolled up the streets of Gotham, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Sure, people wanted to take pictures and speak with the billionaire but of course; his duty had once again called for him. He tried to avoid everyone at all costs, who knows who could catch him without his proper attire on. Bruce hid somewhere secretive, of course coming out as his 'vigilante' self. Batman struck where the danger was. Over near Arkham, another breakout. Batman had no time to react. He flung himself up on the buildings. Watching over the view of Gotham, he could see lots of people gathering around the asylum. Batman took one step after the other and soon started running at a fueled pace. Jumping over to building to building he caught up to the commotion. Reporters were just reporting a simple breakout of the Arkham asylum. Who could it possibly be this time? Batman's eyes twitched, he pushed through the small crowd and searched around the building. It was true; someone had broken through. Batman could feel his skin pinching up in his suit. He turned around to face the crowd. "So? Who broke out?" A lady called out. Reporters even dared to go straight up to Batman as they carelessly asked questions holding up the stenographer microphone up to his face. Batman pushed it away and backed away from the crowd. Batman was honestly, no doubt, dumbfounded. He didn't have enough information to piece together. Maybe he can just contact the workers at Arkham and let them inform Batman who broke out. It wouldn't be long until he finally got the news. The Joker, of course. The clown-faced maniac. Batman couldn't stand hearing or even thinking about that clown, his insides burned with hate.

-Afterwards-
Batman didn't really have a specific clue of where Joker could be. Or for the reason why he even broke out. For all Batman knows, Joker could just be hiding in the streets. Batman finally settled down into his chair. But then the small thought hit him. Or maybe he could be causing more problems.. Batman took a shaky breath, who could possibly know what he was up to. Hiding out? Causing mischief? Waiting for his next attack? Or maybe Joker finally realized that he couldn't stand being thrown in jail so he just ran away.. Yeah right, like that would ever happen. Bruce rubbed his eyes, his vision soon becoming blurry. He was tired. Of course what do you expect from a superhero that fights crime almost everyday. Bruce can never really fully go to sleep without thinking about what villains might be planning at this very second. It is a true nightmare for Bruce. "Master Bruce? Are you alright?" Alfred stood in the doorway, awaiting for Bruce to acknowledge him. "Yeah, just thinking," Bruce reassured him. Alfred blinked knowingly. Alfred knew Bruce was going through a lot, he would always come home tired, stressed, angered, and Alfred was always ignored. But of course it wasn't Bruce's fault for being so forgetful, his life is very stressful after all. Alfred was always by Bruce's side, it's almost like they've grown on each other more. Sad to say, Bruce's parents' tragic death brought them closer together.

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The Joker stared at his broken down television. Frowning at the dump that he goes to when he isn't planning anything, basically it was his home. Joker drummed his fingers on the sofa, Harley looking quite eager to hear Joker's next plan. "What?" Joker's eyes were like daggers hitting her right in the chest. "Nothin', just the fact that you broke outta Arkham- and for what? Just to sit around all day?" Harley glowered. "I'm thinking, give me some time to think!" Joker raised his voice at her. She huffed and crossed her arms. "What could ya be possibly thinkin' about, hm?" She snapped back. "Stuff, I can't just go anywhere without a plan- I did just break out of a mental asylum. People are still looking for me- especially Batman," "Puddin', no one is gonna be lookin' for ya if you just disguise yourself," "that is too much work," Joker pouted. Harley rolled her eyes. "Y'know what then? I'm goin' out!" Harley grabbed a bag, probably filled with makeup and other supplies, knives and such. "Where, exactly?" Joker got up from the couch, truly curious. "Nowhere, it's none of your business!" She gave a sly smirk and opened the door, with that she left. Joker slumped back down on the couch. What was I even thinking about? Right! Another plan.. What could I possibly do that would make Batman loose his trip.. I could kill everyone he knows and loves- no, that's way too far.. I could kidnap Batman myself- wait, that idea isn't too bad. If I capture Batman without a trace, I could commit to any crime I want. I could even expose his biggest secret- his identity.. I've always wondered what was hidden under that obscure mask of his.. Joker could feel excitement ride his body. If Joker could blackmail the bat, what other wonderful things could he accomplish? He could possibly rule Gotham! Joker could actually feel his own heart throb to this. So many things he could do with this idea, he could even keep Batman as a hostage and ask for all the money in Gotham!

Joker could almost feel the power of having this idea explode into his mind. Without Batman, no one will be able to stop me! Joker laughed mentally. "Is this what it feels like to have such a powerful idea? Because I feel like I can take over Gotham right now! Or maybe even the world!" That was a little too far. It is almost impossible to take over entire world. Gotham was enough for now.. Joker felt giddier than someone with about nine puppies sleeping on them all at once! Joker was so glad that this idea had hit him, but also disappointed that it hadn't came sooner.

"Batman, here I come,"

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hi everyone! i wanna see how many people actually  like this book before i continue it- i don't like it when i make a book that no one even looks at, it's sad.. lol-❤️ btw I know this chapter is really short, but i will make other chapters- if this book is actually viewed by dc lovers or batjokes lovers! i will continue!