Ghosts in the Halls.
By, Zombix
Joker rushed into the old broken church at the west side of Gotham city. Kicking the doors wide open with a bang he ran into the darkness. "Come on Batsy! You know you want me! Ahahahahahahahahaaa."
Batman landed on the cold cement around the crippled building with a loud thud. His cape fluttered around him until it held still around his body. Squinting to make sure there wasn't a trap from Joker, Batman carefully entered. The sound of his bots hitting the old floor echoed inside the empty forgotten building. Organs started playing off to the front of the building, a fast but out of tune song. Thinking that it was a trap Batman threw a Bat-o-rang at the music; hitting one of the pipes and sending sparks for just a few minuets, He could see Joker watching him while playing his music.
"What is wrong Batman? You don't like that song?" Joker asked giggling to himself and jumping off his stool. "Such a shame, it was one of my personal favorites. Perhaps you are more of a Bingo person?" A big grin spread across his face as Batman came closer to him. "Now now Batsy, I still have something to show you I can't leave right now." Joker bounded towards Batman, Batman dived for Joker.
Quickly Joker pulled out a large gun and pointed it at Batman. "You'll get a shock out of this Batsy!" He fired his gun instantly wrapping the caped man up in just a few seconds. Quickly Joker ran for a closed door. "Better hurry, Before it's to late." He ran through the door laughing.
As Quick as he could Batman stated cutting at his binds. Within a minuet he was free and after Joker with new determination. Busting through the door he found himself in a long narrow hallway with may doors.
"Come on Batsycakes! You need to hurry!" Jokers' voice bounded off the walls and came from every direction. Concerned about time Batman broke open the first door, finding a sign written in Jokers' handwriting.
"Sorry Batsy. Wrong room better hurry and find me." A smiley face was on the bottom of the sign. Batman went for the next door with the same result inside it. After the third door Batman finally found Joker standing in front of an old broken glass window that stretched from the floor to the roof.
Batman kept a Bat-o-rang ready under his cape just in case he had to use it, even though Joker looked like he was in a talking mood, he could never be to sure.
"About time Batsycakes." He crossed his arms and leaned on the dusty wall a white smile on his face like he had a secret he was going to tell. "I'm glad that you came, I have something to show you." His head tilted out the window to the city below. Batman took a step forward to see if he had lit the city on fire while he was on a wild goose chase. It all seamed normal. Christmas lights were hung still and you could make out a few painted trees on the business buildings.
"I wanted to show you this on Christmas, but as you know I went a little over board to break out with the fling tree topper and all. Spending it with Harley in Arkham Asylum…It wasn't really much fun on my part." He smiled at Batman. "But here it is, a new full moon and the lights are still up. Best of all It's an orange moon now, the last on was a plain white one this is much better." Joker sighed and looked out the half broken window to his accomplishment. "Takes your breath away, right?" He looked back at Batman. He stood there with his mouth closed; Joker could almost see a smile in his eyes. Then his body tensed up like someone just slapped his bear back while it was still wet.
Quickly Joker turned to see that horrid Batman stealer. The so called "Bat signal" the police controlled to get help from Batman, calling him like a dog. [Or so Joker though.
Joker was almost too afraid to turn back around, but he did to see he was alone again. Batman had left him, his duty called. "Batsy…Why do you torture me so? Can this Commissioner guy really any special? Can you love him more then me? Batsy, why do you always leave me alone?" Shuffling his feet Joker made his way back to the main hall of the church.
Tears running down his face he sat down in front of the organ, playing a slow, sad, dusty old song. The music seamed to fill the old church. Moans from the heavy winter winds joined in the chorus making the song even sadder.
Something shone on the floor from the light of the moon. A half piece of Batman's Bat-o-rang that he used earlier to stop the music. Swiveling on the stool, Joker leaned over and carefully picked it up cradling it like it was a piece of china. He placed the cold metal upon his white cheek feeling the place were Batman's hand had once been.
Quickly like he forgot something, Joker ran back to the half broken glass window room and flew open a closet. Inside there was a big box with the words "Lost but never giving back" on the side in big bold purple letters. Joker flung off the top and placed the rang inside along with many other weapons and various other things that Batman had used and lost to Joker. "Fifty two and a half pieces of you." He sad placing the lid carefully back on top of the box and closing the door. "Fifty two and a half pieces closer to you Batsycakes."
Leaning on the wall Joker slid to the ground placing his head in his knees watching the dust and bugs crawl across the old wooden floor.
Hours must have passed before Joker got back up, seeing his dust place where he leaned on the wall while talking to Batman. Something was off; there was a large hand print next to it, with a bat hand drawn. Tilting his head to the side he got up and walked over just to make sure that he wasn't seeing things. Sure enough a bat was drawn and a hand print was right on the spot where his shoulder was. A smile came back to Joker's face. Batman really did care! Joker looked out the window and he saw that there something written on it. He pulled out his glasses and got close to it.
"It…took…my…" Joker stood up taking his glasses off with a smile "I told you it would take your breath away Batsy." Joker watched as a little black bat flew in the night.