Trapped in the Closet

The Usual Fight

The night had started off relatively normal- well, for Batman at least. The Joker had taken his loved ones hostage at the dockyard on the East end of Gotham. Again. Specifically, Dick and Damian, also known as Nightwing and Robin. Which was strange for the Joker, because he 'ain't a one trick pony', a quote from the Joker himself. They went missing about 5 hours ago, they weren't responding to their comms and Batman had waited long enough to go investigate. The two tracking devices in each of their uniforms and arms were separated from each other, which obviously raised suspicions. They had lead Bruce to this location, which the Joker has been sighted at multiple times in the past.

Joker had kidnapped them for one reason, and one reason only, to catch his beloved Batsy's attention. Bruce is painfully aware of this, but knowing The Joker, he had to be cautious if he wanted to rescue them in one piece.

So, squatting on a beam above all the action was Batman, meticulously planning his route to victory. The docks smelled almost entirely of rotten fish and gun powder. The once bright and cheery, pastel blue 'Archie's Fishery' sign was now faded, almost drooping like it had lost it's 'joy', the long years doing a number on it's neglected paint job. The rest of the docks followed suit in the sign's footsteps. The faded, mouldy, grey concrete not helping the dockyard's case, particularly it's odour.

Joker's henchclowns scattered the area, the Joker in the center of it all. Batman noticed how the henchclowns were all facing the Joker in a circular formation, eliminating the possibility of sneaking up on them and taking them down silently. Dick and Damian were chained to the ceiling, stripped bare of their weapons and gadgets along with their clothes, as if being chained wasn't enough. Although not the prettiest sight to see, it was a smart move. Now it was Bruce's turn in this little game of their's- which is more of dance than a game of chess, and the music had just started. Batman made his first move, dropping two smoke screens onto the concrete floor, and turning his thermal vision on.

"Batsy darling, finally!" The Joker chokes out through the smoke.

Bruce takes the henchmen down one by one. He takes the first one out from behind, kicking his shin so that he falls on his knees. He then smashes his two fists sideways into each side of his skull (basically making an idiot sandwich with his fists), just hard enough to knock him out. He hears a cough behind him, he brings his elbow back into the man's stomach. He then proceeds to headbutt him, knocking him out as well. One of them tries to blindly charge into Batman, foolish of him to think that he had a sliver of a chance at beating Batman. He definitely didn't think of the proper approach, or form while making this attempt.

Batman just steps aside and leaves a firm arm out. The man becomes winded and he falls to the ground, curling up into fetal position. He bangs another's head into a 'fish gives you omega 3s' poster, painting it with blood splatter, like fireworks. Batarangs zip past, so quickly, that the henchclowns don't even notice until their backs are bleeding and they're on the ground. He finishes off the rest, making sure everyone gets a little love from his fist.

All of the henchclowns are now either knocked out, or too injured to get up or even move. Sometimes, Bruce wonders how the hell Joker manages to find people dumb enough to work for him. The smoke has cleared and the real fight has begun... or so Bruce thought. He finds Joker bolting for a green shipping container, Batman follows close behind, grappling from a lamppost to the Joker's back. The Joker tumbles forward. Batman kicks him down when he tries to reach for a sheet covering a tall figure, which could potentially be a weapon. But, even after Batsy's attempts to hold him down, he manages to pull the sheet to reveal-

"A closet? This isn't the right shipping container." It definitely wasn't, because the next thing they know the doors shut behind them and they both tumble into the closet and, once again, the doors close on them and it wont open.