"Playtime is over Joker, tell me where you're keeping the Commissioner hostage, NOW!" Batman bellowed, fists clenched.
His patience were being tried much harder as these games lingered on, The Bat becoming more and more disturbed.
Of course, this delighted the homicidal clown that stood before him with his signature malicious grin. The Joker's only purpose in life had become to turn his nemesis into himself. A maniac with no self control, hellbent on pure and poetic chaos.
"JOKER!" Batman barked, grabbing ahold of the other man's purple coat. "Answer me!" He raised his fist as the Joker cackled and stammered to find his voice.
"E-easy Bats, h-have mercy old friend!" The madman giggled, earning him a blunt punch to the cheek.
"Ooh, owie, I swear by this point I should tattoo your knuckles onto my face that says fist here, Batman!"
The Bat lifted up the shorter, thinner male and slammed him down onto the pavement, causing the wind to be completely knocked out of The Clown Prince of Crime. Joker did his best to laugh at Batman's antics but gasped and sputtered for air instead. The Dark Knight narrowed his eyes and waited for Joker to speak, his eyes saturated with hate. He hovered over his twitching body, aching to break his fragile-looking neck.
"O-okay, I'll tell youuuu- hehehe!" Joker held his sides once he gained enough oxygen to laugh again, his toothy smile deepening Batman's glare.
The green-haired lunatic stretched his arms up toward the black figure, humming merrily. "No more jokes, Bats. I'll take you to your precious Jimmy. Be a dear and help me to my feet?"
The Vigilante hesitated before silently but forcibly grabbing ahold of Joker's wrist and standing him upright, shoving him forward in front of himself.
"Lead me to him," Batman ordered, his fists immediately curling back up as if their only job in the Joker's presence was to beat him.
"Sure thing, Bat-freak, Hahahahaha!" Joker cackled before getting shoved again, making his way toward an old abandoned warehouse.
Once they got inside the dusty building, Batman looked around, getting a very eerie feeling in his gut that told him something was not right. But what was right in any situation involving the Joker? Batman's detective instincts were on high alert, scanning the place for any tricks or traps. Joker was just too unpredictable for him to want to deal with.
Suddenly, a voice deep within the dismal warehouse cried, "help, Somebody, help me!" Sending Batman's feet running toward it. It didn't sound like Gordon's voice at all but it was definitely the voice of a man in trouble.
Joker's laugh filled the warehouse as the hero looked for the distressed citizen. Oh GOD how he loved to play with old Bats! Watching Batman get so worked up and angry because of him. Watching Batman put his life on the line at every turn because of him.
Because of him.
Him.
"The Joker," Joker whispered to himself, clenching his fists happily. Something inside of his crazy mind lit up like the Fourth of July.
He stared at them as they shook with excitement, his huge smile somehow stretching until the corners of his mouth met the corners of his eyes. It was because of Joker Batman wasted his time and lost sleep. It was because of Joker Batman could not live a normal life. Joker's heart pounded at the thought of Batman only being who he was because of his own existence.
"H-he needs me," He whispered to himself once again, clutching his head.
He bent himself backwards before bursting into a maniacal fit of laughter at this sudden realization, tears streaming down his cheeks. He now had information that Batman did not know about regarding their "relationship."
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My Roommate Is A Clown//A BatJokes Fanfiction
Romance"You hated me, and I loved it." "Because love and hate are the same." Batman almost kills the Joker during one of their "games" which leads Batman to bring him home to Wayne Manor. Not only does he jeopardize his identity but he learns that Joker ha...
