So, this is just a short story with a few bloodstains and shady schemes. I love the idea of Batman being jealous and oooh the Joker's just been itching to skin that cat ever since she laid her almond eyes on his Knight!

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

This chapter is kinda short and sounds a bit wierd... I have no idea why.


Kill Me Romantically.

Catwoman drummed her sharp claws against Batman's hard chest and purred against his neck. "Oooh Batman you are always so mysterious." She fluttered her thick eyelashes and smiled. "Tell me is the man beneath the mask just as interesting?"

Batman grabbed her wrist just before her fingers could graze his cheek, "Catwoman please." His ice blue eyes narrowed as the light caught her green tipped nails. "Don't take me as a fool."

Catwoman smiled and shook her hand out of his grasp. She turned her back to Batman and said, "Heh, silly bat. I'll find out sooner or later." In a blur, Catwoman turned around and placed a swift kiss on Batman's cheek. She leaped off the rooftop and disappeared.

Batman placed his palm against her kiss and sighed. He rolled his eyes and took out his grappling gun.

As the shot rang out and Batman flew away, the Joker tightened his fists and snarled.

I'll skin that cat!


Batman crouched on the edge of the roof and peered at the little hideout before him. He almost cringed when he heard Harley give a loud squeal at the sight of the Joker.

Blue eyes took in the sight.

There he was, the Harlequin of Hate, walking moodily towards the abandoned fun house. His gloved hands were tightly clenched into fists and his shoulders were painfully straight.

"Mistah J!" Harley cried. She wrapped her thin arms around his neck and lifted her leg halfway into the air. "Where have ya been, puddin'?"

Batman flinched as his heart started to ache. He narrowed his eyes and tossed the feeling away in a dark corner.

"Nowhere." The Joker muttered. His anger surprisingly melted away, only to be replaced by indescribable sorrow. He plucked Harley's arms off him, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked towards the entrance. "Just walking around."

Harley watched with sadness in her black eyes as the Joker disappeared into their hideout.

"Mistah J?" She gave a quiet sigh. "What happened…?"

Batman could feel something pinch his heart and roll his stomach in circles at the image of the Joker's regretful face. He looked as if he had seen something he didn't want to.

"It's all Batman's fault!" Harley stomped her foot. "It's always his fault! He did something to my poor Mistah J and now he's gonna pay!"

My poor Mistah J…

My Mistah J…

Batman suddenly stood up. Harley thought that the Joker was hers? Ha! That Clown Prince of Crime didn't even like her. He only used her.

Batman felt disgusted with himself as he thought of the Joker ever truly wanting Harley Quinn.

How dare that worthless, brainless, useless—

Batman glowered at her. The Joker was not hers.

And if he was ever going to make the Joker his, he needed to get her out of the way first.

Batman's glare deepened.


The Joker slammed the door to his room. He collapsed on the bed and buried his head into his pillow. Why should he care so much anyway? This was Batman! Mr. Dark Knight.

Why would he go for a criminal he supposedly hates?

The Joker pushed himself off and slammed his hands against a table filled with blueprints. He shoved them all off, grabbed a black marker, and started to write directly on the table.

The Joker's red lips cracked into a grin. I'll get her out of my way once and for all.

As he started to laugh, he crushed the black marker in his fist. Ink spilled everywhere but the Joker's maniacal laugh only grew stronger.

Time to see if cats really do land on their feet.