"Tilt it over the edge—no, not throw! Tilt! Tiiiilt!" The Joker screamed.
His henchmen quickly obeyed, holding it just at the edge.
"What do we do now, boss?" One of the thugs huffed.
"We wait..." Joker paused for dramatic effect. "For the drop!"
The clown laughed hysterically, but as usual, no one else got the joke. Even Marcus looked confused, and he was the one who listed to that awful, seizure inducing music.
Joker decided that would be his next great plan. He would set up speakers all over the city and force the citizens of Gotham to listen to dubstep. The people would probably start rioting and frothing at the mouth.
"Boss, Kyle says she's on her way."
Joker nodded absently at the henchman, flipped open the burner phone, and hit dial.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Misssss Dawes."
"Joker!"
"Spades."
"I...what? How did you get my number?"
The Joker rolled his eyes. "It's in the fucking phone book."
"Oh."
Really, why was everyone in Gotham so stupid?
Rachael Dawes exited the building, her phone pressed to her ear. Joker had to lean forward a bit, but she was just visible from the rooftop.
"Stop right...there." Joker said, his voice starting at a growl and ending in a mockingly light tone.
"Why?"
"Why?" The Joker repeated. "Because I have a joke for you, silly!"
Rachael was silent, looking nervously to her left and right, although she hadn't yet thought to turn around and look up.
"What's green, fuzzy, has four legs, and if it falls out off a building...it'll kill ya?!"
"Wha—"
The Joker motioned to his henchmen, and they let go. He could hear Rachael scream and the phone disconnected just as there was a satisfying crash from below.
Yet when he leaned back over the side, he didn't see any mangled body parts. He was disappointed until he saw the Batman helping Rachael up just to the side, apparently having knocked her out of the way.
Joker flipped his cell phone back open, entered a new number, and called again. Rachael may not be dead, but the opportunity to let his Bats in on the joke was too good to pass up.
A payphone rang across the street.
One of the pedestrians next to it tried to answer, but The Joker casually took out a gun and fired off a few shots. None of them hit anyone, but the people scattered.
Batman looked up at the rooftop, then at the ringing phone. He seemed to debate for a few moments before he walked over and answered it.
"What the fuck was that, Joker?!" He growled.
The Joker broke down with a case of the giggle before he could gasp out an answer.
"A pool table!"
A/N: So that's one of my favorite jokes, and no one else ever seems to like it. Anyway, this is prompt number one for 101 Ways to Annoy the Batman. Each prompt will be a story, and I'm definitely open to suggestions from reviews.
Hint. Hint.
Right now this story is rated T for language, but I'm not at all against raising the rating to M for "adult situations."
Like sex.
But until then, it'll stay at T. I also plan to update at least one of my stories every Friday. I only have two stories published as of yet, but there are plans for others! This story has a lot shorter chapters though, so it may get updated more often, so keep checking back!