Disclaimer: We own nothing-well, except the pure mental-ness that was required to pen this story. Hehe.

A/N: This is a collaboration between myself and one of my best friends…we didn't let our other friend (Muffin) near this-if we had all that would be left would be cinders and the odd candy cane-hehe.

This is set 5 months after Dark Knight-this is a Christmas fic and will be updated once a day to be finished on Christmas Day…Enjoy.

Clothes flapping in the wind, and makeup applied haphazardly, The Joker snickered as he ran down the nearly empty streets of downtown Gotham. The Joker wasn't accustomed to running, he preferred to face everything head on. But five months in Arkham Asylum had made him more than a little skittish about going back. So green-yellow curls slicked back, the scourge of The Batman's city sprinted down the street, Batsy, himself, following not far behind him.

Darting past a brightly lit patch of pavement, the only light on the street, the man in clown makeup froze. Backtracking with a little hop in his step, Joker glanced both ways before ducking into the store giggling madly, excitement glittering in his golden-brown eyes.

Batman growled under his breath as he pursued The Joker. Earlier that evening Arkham was breached from the inside and it was reported that only one patient was gone.

The Joker.

In his place, large letters done in red repeating, "HAHA," covered the back wall of his cell.

Batman's target disappeared into a door, running to the entryway he glanced upwards.

"A toy store? What the fu-oh, wait! I can't say that. Dammit! Oh Gaaa!"

A new scowl set on his face the masked crusader glared at the gaily-lit store and whipped out his script.

Flipping quickly through the pages an unseen eyebrow shot upwards, "What the fudge-muffins! This isn't in the script," Batman exclaimed darkly.

The Joker's helium-happy voice floated out of the store, "Chaos! If things go according to the plan, nobody panics. And what fun is that, hmmm, Batsy?"

Brown eyes rolled before their owner dashed into the store. Stepping carefully to avoid the tiny animatronics puppies that yipped and squeaked across the linoleum, Batman narrowed his eyes very aware of his surroundings.

Plonk—Batman flinched as something bounced off his cowl, "I sense a disturbance in the force!"

Joker smothered his laughter by jamming his fist in his mouth, and lobbing another ball at the caped figure.

Plink

Batman's head whipped upwards to find Joker perching on the top of a shelf, "Joker."

Lips curling upwards, Joker chucked two more bouncy balls, "Why so serious, Batsy?"

Batman's scowl melted into a sad frown, "How can you be so callous—you know Sirius is dead!"

Joker scratched the back of his head in the awkward silence, "What the fuck?!"

"It's the end of the line, Joker."

Peering down at the floor, Joker's lips quivered, "What line, I don't see a line. Why is it you hero types aren't very," he twisted a knife next to his temple, "sane up in the brain?"

Two balls landing directly on Batman's helmeted head stopped his response.

"He-he-he-he. I crack me up."

Snorting like a horse, Batman scooped up six bouncy balls and stepped forward to hurl them at the criminal. Unfortunately, he stepped on a bright purple and green ball and slipped. Landing on his back with a grunt, Batman threw his arms up to protect himself from the bouncy balls raining down on him.

Joker giggled uproariously, as he teetered on the edge of the shelf. A moment before he pitched forward his eyes opened comically and he flailed wildly. Landing more or less in tact, The Joker scrambled to his feet and slid across the floor, stumbling and slipping over the twelve bouncy balls that littered the tile.

Batman groaned as he righted himself and dashed after Joker, taking a bit more care to avoid the balls, not wanting to repeat the fall he just took.

Clearing the disaster zone, Batman spotted his foe sitting cross-legged on top of a desk, computer before him.

The Joker grinned maniacally, and licked his lips as he pecked on the keyboard, "B-E-A-S-T-I-A-L-I-T-Y P-O---"

"Whoa," Batman exclaimed from behind him as he tried to cover the computer screen, "No R-rated stuff here! This is PG-13, look at the rating," Batman gestured towards the floor where in sparkling red PG-13 was emblazoned on the tile.

Joker crossed his arms and pouted, "Ruin all my fun."

Batman sighed, "You know, I'm really not that bad, I mean if you got to know me."

The pair exchanged a slightly alarmed glance before Joker launched himself off the desk and scampered further into the toy store.

"Mwahahaha!"

His laughter echoed through the cavernous store for only Batman to hear.

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