Hello 8D

Here's Not Crazy, my brand new Batman/Joker fanfic. This, I think is going to be my best one yet. It's going really well. I just hope everyone else thinks the same~

So read and enjoy, don't forget to leave a review. Your words help me write the rest of the story ^ w^~

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"Back off Batboy!!" the Clown Prince growled.

A small, frightened boy dangled from the edge of the Wayne Industries building. The child had already passed out from shock before Batman got there. Joker's antics were boiling the blood in his veins.

"Put. Him. Down." Batman said as calmly as his nerves would allow.

His fists clenched, making the kevlar gauntlets squeak damply. If the clown didn't let go soon, he'd have to make him. He and the villain had been at it for more than an hour now, the Dark Knight was sure he had broken something in the clown's body. Their battle was at a stand still now though. Joker had snatched the child from his mother on the way up to the rooftop. Batman followed quickly only to see the jester bouncing the boy like a yo-yo over the edge of the skyscraper. His animalistic rage bubbled over at the sight; The clown using the boy as a toy and a shield.

"Oooh why don't you make me Battykins~?" the purred, the chid and him balancing on the edge like a circus act.

All it would take was a sideways wind and Joker would tumble off the building, taking the boy with him. With such a delicate balance, Bruce's heart raced at unbelievable speeds. The boy stirred in Joker's lap. Both men's eyes darted towards the wriggling form. A keen smirk playing across the clown's lips. Batman prayed in vain that his enemy wouldn't do what he was expecting. The boy finally awoke, staring up at Joker until he registered who it was. The boy began to kick and scream, throwing Joker off balance. He and the clown fell forward off the building.

"NO!" Bruce cried and launched the batgrappler to the top of Wayne Industries as he leapt over the edge. That haunting smile stayed glued to his face as the boy screamed for his mother.

As if time had stood still, Bruce wrapped his arm around Joker and the child in his arms, straining to keep them up as they neared the ground. The batgrappler retracted as they dropped to the street. Batman quickly got up and moved the now unconscious males to the sidewalk before a car came by. Bruce coughed and panted as he leaned over the two. Police sirens weren't too far away. They should have the mother with them. Bruce looked over Joker's body, searching for any serious injuries. Villain or not, he couldn't be responsible for his death. Batman came upon two rather deep lacerations in his left side, where Batman's spiked gauntlet had dug into his flesh. After looking over those, Batman caught sight of a large pool of blood towards his lower abdomen, along with a head injury from the fall. He sighed heavily as he caught sight of the police. He clicked a button on his belt to autopilot the batmobile towards them and stood. He took the child and laid him on a nearby bench under a street lamp. The batmobile came to a screeching halt and opened for him. He couldn't leave the clown here to be taken back to Arkham just yet, the doctors there wouldn't treat his wounds which would most likely end in infection. He again couldn't let clown prince die by his hand. He growled and heaved Joker into the sleek black car, closed the top and sped off as the police came into his sideview mirrors.

In case the unconscious Joker woke up or was faking by now, Batman took care to make the ride there longer. Along the way, Joker twitched and tiny whimpers emitted from his throat. Pain shock he figured. Bruce sighed and pressed the button to phone Alfred. That familiar accented falsetto came on over the speaker.

"Master Bruce~" he said, just as gracefully as usual.

"Alfred, I need you to get the medical kit ready," he sighed, "We've got a surprise guest..."

"Very well, Master Bruce. The cave I suppose?"

"Yes Alfred."

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