Bruce, now getting ready to beat the shit out of Joker once again filled him with euphoria. It didn't make him insanely excited but he did feel different about it. Bruce couldn't tell if he was joyful, aggravated or nervous. Bruce shook his head to himself. "Batman is never scared. Never nervous. You must always pull through," Bruce took in a deep breath, and looked at himself as he proceeded to slip on his cowl. The caped crusader bursted through the door, it already took Bruce about an hour to get ready. He was too busy contemplating everything. Batman looked down at Alfred, he squinted his eyes at the butler. "See you later, Alfred," Batman gripped his fists. Feeling the fight in his heart flame up once again. Alfred bowed slightly and waved. Batman nodded and bolted through the house. Alfred sighed, watching out the window. He could see only faintly. Batman was soon gone, he had ran off into the sunset. Just like every other cliché.
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Joker was just getting ready. His tie needed to be secure. He slathered on his lipstick, not really caring about his own appearance. His face was already smeared with white paint. Around his eyes he drew dark circles. He rubbed the makeup in so he would look more scary. Though, he always looked the same. Then Joker thought: does Batman even find me threatening? Intimidating? Scary? Sick? Joker shook his head. He moved his hand up, his fingers going through his semi-long hair. Then Joker looked into the mirror and started practicing. "Hello Batman, what a kind surprise. Oh, did you really think all I wanted to do was just have a simple chat with you on Arkham bridge? Well you were wrong!" Joker slammed his fists on the table menacingly. Growling at himself in the mirror as if he was talking to the Bat in person. "Hm.. Scary indeed," Joker chuckled to himself. "Eh, not really, I've seen better," he heard another voice from behind. "Jesus Christ, ever heard of knocking?" Joker turned around as he was met with a female figure. Harley.. "Knocking? Seriously? You're in the kitchen, talkin' to yourself. I don't need to knock," she patted his shoulder and reached for the fridge.
"Whatever, I'm going to catch Batman. I have a plan. And it's a good one this time!" "You said that last time," Harley raised an eyebrow, Joker frowned at his roommate's disbelief. "Y'know what, I don't even know why I tell you these things. I'm a criminal! You're a criminal! You live in my house! I put food on your plate! And this is how you repay me?" Joker raised his voice. "First of all, all your plans fail. Second of all you don't pay for shit! And third of all, this isn't even a house; it's a broken down dump with a TV," Harley was right though. A lot of Joker's plans do fail. But for sure Joker was confident in this one. "Lemme hear it," Harley sighed. Joker stopped. "Hear what?" "Don't be stupid, lemme hear your plan!" Harley pushed him playfully. Like a child. They did act like kids a lot. "Oooh, I put a little note for Batsy in his mailbox. He's gonna read it and meet me at Arkham bridge. Then, we are gonna have a little chat. Then he's gonna wanna punch me like usual. And then he fight. Finally, I put my hands around his neck and then shoot him up with this baby right here!" Joker flicked the small syringe grasped in his fingers. "I'm gonna bring him into the back room, he's gonna have a bag over his head. And once he regains consciousness I'm gonna blackmail him!" Joker laughed maniacally.
"Okay, and? Blackmail him with what? What are ya gonna make him do?" Harley crossed her arms across her chest. "Well- I.. Uh.. Hm.. I don't know! Anything! We can blackmail him to do anything! He won't take us to Arkham anymore!" "That sounds great and all but how are you gonna blackmail him, exactly?" Joker stopped and looked at her. "If he doesn't do what he is told, I'M GONNA TELL EVERYONE IN GOTHAM WHO HE REALLY IS! Get it? I'm gonna take off that stupid little bat mask and reveal his secret identity!" Joker practically screamed. Harley smiled. "That actually sounds quite interesting, I'm in!" Harley giggled. "Now, if you could excuse me. I have a Bat to take care of," Joker chuckled evilly..
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Batman looked around for any sign of the clown. He was starting to get skittish, he never gets like this. Joker could be lurking anywhere. Watching from above, below. Anywhere... Batman still stood his ground. It was cloudy, not much rain like before. But it was getting dark. "Oh, I'm sorry," Batman heard a faint voice. His ears twitched. "Did I keep you waiting for too long?" Batman knew who it was. His fists tightened, he was ready to kick ass. "Woah now, let's not get too outta hand now. I just wanted to talk," his voice faded out into the distance with a slight chuckle. Batman growled. "Come out Joker!" His deep voice was shrill from yelling. "I see that you are quite aggravated. You need to cool down," Joker came out from the darkness. Batman's fists dropped to his sides. His eyes narrowed. "I don't wanna fight, I just wanted to talk," Joker could hear his own lie come from his lips smoothly.
"Is that all? Because then I'm just wasting my time," Batman huffed. "Don't leave. It's important. I just wanted to try something," Joker leaped in front of Batman. His fighting senses engaged. He grabbed Joker by the throat and threw him down. Joker gargled slightly. He rubbed his soreness; which was on his throat. "You're gonna regret that Batsy," Joker got up and threw a punch. Batman caught his fists in mid-punch. He twisted his arm, almost snapping it. Batman's arm lunged for the clown's throat. Choking him almost. Joker put his hands over Batman's grasp of his throat.
"You've killed so many, and let others die.. but yet, you can't even pull the trigger on me," Joker breathed through his nostrils, his voice getting strained from his neck being crushed within Batman's grip. He stared at the other man in front of him, no sign of fear in his eye whatsoever. Batman loosened his grip on the male. Joker fell to the floor, coughing up blood. Batman grabbed him and pulled him back up by his shirt. Batman threw a few punches, Joker's nose gushed with blood. His lip was split. "Hey, hey, I know you've been going through a lot," Joker put his hands in front of the Bat. Causing him to stop. "You're hurt, I can tell," Batman dropped him again. Joker practically slammed his head into the wooden flooring. "I think I broke half a fucking tooth," Joker laughed as he pulled it out. Batman still had a straight face. Joker just lied on the floor. His eyes blood red. Batman must have made him burst a blood clot. Batman knelt down. "This was a nice conversation, we should do it again some time," Batman's lips curled into a modest smile. Joker's tongue flicked against the roof of his mouth. He could taste blood, see blood. He had cuts all over his face.
Batman had almost walked away, but there he stood. His back turned as he slowly walked. Joker stood up weakly. One eye closed from all the damage. Joker thought it was pathetic, he barley even put up a fight and Batman still beat his ass. Joker walked closer to the Batman, almost being close enough that the Bat could hear him breathing. Joker jumped onto Batman, taking his arm and pulling it around Batman's neck. Choking him. The Bat reacted slightly by choking and stumbling around. Batman could feel the air leaving his lungs. Joker brought Batman down to the floor. Batman's body went limp. Joker reached into his pocket and pulled out the syringe. Injecting it into the side of his neck. Only a small portion of Batman's neck was showing. He was passed out completely. Joker dialed Harley quickly. "Hey, I have Bats. I need you to get the car. I can't carry him back. It's too suspicious. And he's heavy as hell," Joker didn't wait for Harley to answer. Joker just needed to hide. He looked down at Batman's limp body.
He was just so eager to find out what was hiding under that cowl of his...
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