As the bat wave released another peal from its speaker, the playboy Bruce Wayne was shedding his outward appearance to don the cape of the defender of the night Batman.
Having undergone this process of changing identities too many times to count, it had become a routine that allowed his mind to center on his upcoming fight against the criminals that lurked in Gothams' dark streets. Snapping his utility belt into place, Batman leapt fluidly over the ledge, falling into the already roaring Batmobile.
Giving a low sigh, wishing he could run a hand threw his hair, Batman reviewed the oddest fight he had just had with the ever sadistically jovial Joker.
When the Batman had arrived, the Joker was exiting from the Gotham National Bank, having just robbed it with the use of super-sticky silly string and the classic always popular Joker-style laughing gas. Batman landed gracefully in front of the deranged Joker, who was in the process of hauling an enormous Santa bag filled to overflowing with his loot when the strangest thing happened.
Having noticed the Batman that had mysteriously appeared a few feet in front of him, the Joker stopped stock-still, his hand slipping from the neck of the bag allowing his treasures to spill from the bag. His laughter then erupted into the air like a gun shot. The Batman stared on impassively as the Joker was reduced to a quivering rolling mass on the ground with his mouth thrown open so wide a hippo could have fit inside and a streams of tears shooting out of his eyes to form a large puddle around him.
Unsure of what to do, a fact that he would never admit, he stood aside as Detective Yen rushed by with handcuffs ready. "Thanks for the tip Batman," Yen said as she clipped the handcuffs to the still laughing Joker while slowly turning to look at the elusive Dark Knight, "I think this clown is even more insane then… the… hee-hee… last…time… hee snort ha-ha snort…"
Yen clapped a hand to her traitorous mouth, covering her cherry red blush at the same time. Her head whipped around in the opposite direction of confused vigilantly as she scuttled away, Joker still in hand, laughter and snorts permeating her departure.
The Bat could only look on in confusion at this display of unprofessional behavior from one of the most professional people he knew. Giving a slight shake of his head, he launched his Bat-a-rang and disappeared into the darkness.
Walking toward the Bat-computer, the Batman slid his mask from his face, before slumping into his chair, a chair that uncomfortably cooler than usual. Startled, Bruce looked down a gasp escaping his lips.
"Alfred! Alfred!" Shrieked a distraught billionaire.
"May I be of assistance sir?"
"Where are my tights?!" Bruce practically begged as he stood in front of the deadpan servant with cape, cowl, and a neon pair of Barney boxers.
"Just getting an extra starching sir."
"O god, please tell me this is dream," moaned the humiliated man.
"I'm afraid not sir…"
Ha-ha, poor Bruce… just watching 'The Batman' when my muse gave my a sharp elbow in the ribs… hope you enjoyed ;D
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