Disclaimer:i definately dont own batman,if i did.....-///-

The clown grinned, "Lets put a smile on that face of yours." The word smiled was emphasized in such an odd way, in a tone that was a bit new to the bat.

Monotonous-that was the word.

Had his fun come to an end?There was no way. Thousands have died for the sake of his little games and now he grew bored? Batman swatted away the knife that had been held close to his mouth and planted a right hook in the clowns face. The Joker picked himself up showing a little more enthusiasm, shaking his head as if pain were just pieces of dust caught in his hair. He tasted blood, and God, it tasted sweet-for the moment.

It was just like Gordon to find him so quickly,sirens from every direction were heard and bright lights shined through the windows blinding both enemies. Though the bat struggled to see, Jokers smirk was as visible as ever and his cackle, his cackle always was loud.

The joker turned-arms stretched out, legs pressed tight together and head raised high, one would think he were praying, you know, if he wasn't so frightening, and a loud CRASH came about. Batman jolted to the window the clown had lept through keeping his eyes upon the most beautiful sight he had ever seen,besides Rachel of course. The Joker, now the shape of a cross being captured by lights of red,white,and blue flashing constantly-as beatiful as it was it didn't last long. Joker used the cop cars as an escape, hopping from one to the other. There had to be at least thirty making a bridge for his exit. "That bastard." Batman muttered, he knew Joker had planned for this,why hadn't Gordon?

Surely that night would mock him for some time,even if he did leave the case to commisioner Gordon, Joker was still his enemy and his alone.

Hiding in his "Funni Bone" den Joker sat, frowning. One can't uphold a smile for that long, even he knew, pretending life was funny,pretending to smile-it hurt like hell. Even his favorite toys wouldnt cheer him up. They grew ugly and boring-just like of course there was an ace in the hole. Batman. The little spark in his life, the only thing that completed him. Lets face it, blowing up 'choo choo' trains and 'little toy' soldiers was getting preety old. He licked his lips and clicked his tongue,feeling up his scars-it tickled,but felt so good as fighting with "batsy".

"Ahh..."Joker sighed, "A trivia game..I think Batman would be,delighted..to Bonus Point question was "Who is the Batman?"

A fun game couldn't wait to play with his 'little toy'

Sorry for the crap ending _ and crap story,im not too good with fanfics(infact im terrible! :o)anyway..tis my first..so be gentle?whatever-i actually want critisism (^-^ cause i like it that way?)actually because i want to improve so...please? :o criticism appreciated:D (A LOT)