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As the usual, the Joker escaped, the Batman is on his trail, the Joker paraded around Gotham, the Batman finally caught up to him and then, the unexpected happen...
The ground below started to shake wildly and suddenly collapsed, burying the two archenemies alive.
Cough, cough.
"What the hell?!" The Joker moaned in pain, "What happened?! Where am I?"
Another cough, but deep and brash.
"Who is there?" The clown demanded, "Is that you, Bats?"
The vigilante replied with another cough.
"Seriously? Do I look like a freaking flying rat to you?" The clown scorned, "It's pitch black in here, I can't see a shit!"
A flicker of light shot up revealing the Batman, lying on the ground opposite to the Joker.
"Woooh! I take that back! I can definitely see some shit!" The clown laughed maniacally, pointing at the Batman, who had his right leg was stuck under a pile of rocks and looked in real pain.
"Shut up!" The Batman shouted, clutching his leg to suppress the pain
The Joker crouched closer to his enemy, and with a deep frown he looked at the stuck leg and said "Ow Batsy, this looks nasty!"
"You don't say?" The vigilante hissed scornfully.
"Hmmm… let's try moving that pile of crap first, shall we?" The clown proposed with creased eyebrows. His face was in deep concentration as he tried to figure out the best way around this.
"And why would you bother helping me?" The Batman asked quite suspiciously.
"Well if you haven't noticed genius we are both stuck in... Where are we?" The Joker frowned, "Gimme that little torch of yours."
He flashed the torch around, examining the place. They seem to be buried deep underground, and piles of rocks and what used to be a pavement blocked the way out. It was too dark, and there were barely enough holes to bring in air for them to breathe.
"So back to my main point. We are stuck. You need my help with that, and I need yours to get out of here. Capiche?" The Joker shrugged, flashing around the torch carelessly.
"Fine…" The Batman growled under his breath.
"So, what other useless stuff do you have on that belt of yours beside this stupid tiny torch?" The Joker asked mockingly.
"I presume you have something better?" The Batman snorted, still clutching his leg.
The Joker stuck his hand into his jacket, fiddling around with his pockets he pulled out a purple stick of dynamite, with a tiny clown face tied around it. A vicious grin spread across his pale face, and then he started giggling menacingly.
The vigilante stared at the clown with widened eyes. He was stuck with an unpredictable psychopath, who had a dynamite stick in his hands.
"A bat and a clown, shish-kebabbed! Blown up into teeny, tiny bits and pieces! Ooooh, what a romantic ending! Don't you think so, Batsycakes?" The Joker cooed and then laughed again hysterically.
"Dammit Joker!" The Batman snapped, "Would you stop fooling around!"
"Ooow… you don't like it darling? I think it's the perfect ending to our dance!" The Joker pouted and then let out a chuckle.
The Batman growled and decided to ignore him. He focused on his trapped leg, trying to figure out a way to free it.
The Joker stared at him and sighed, "No sense of humor as usual..."
He then crouched back to the leg and added, "I think I can manage to lift the biggest rock, but you must pull your leg as fast as possible. I don't think I would manage more than a few seconds."
"You sure?" The Batman asked with much doubt.
"Yah, yah I am sure. A few secs though." The Joker shrugged, "Do you have a better idea, Batgenius?"
The Batman stayed silent for few seconds and then shrugged.
"Thought so." The clown sighed, "So ready yourself, and pull as fast as you can or kiss your leg bye-bye."
The Batman was getting nervous, trusting the clown might turn catastrophic but he had no other options. So, he simply nodded.
The clown reached down, placed his thin, gloved hands around the biggest rock as if he was hugging it.
"Be ready on the count of three." The Joker said before taking a deep breath, " One...two...THREEEE!"
The Joker lifted the rock for almost twenty seconds before dropping it back with a loud thud. Luckily, it was more than enough for the Batman to pull out his leg. However, the fast action sent an excruciating pain through his shin, and he let out a loud growl mixed with a moan.
The Joker fell back on his bottom, he was breathing heavily and his face was bright red.
"Damn that was pretty heavy!" The Joker chuckled, while trying to catch his breath, "No offence, love. But, I'm glad it's your leg that got squashed and not mine"
"Thanks for the sentiment." The dark knight growled through gritted teeth. He was going through unbelievable amount of pain, and the Joker wasn't making it any easier.
The Joker went through his pockets again, and this time he pulled out a tiny satchel. He unlaced it and popped out a little green pill onto his palm.
"Here take this." The clown offered.
The Batman gave him a suspicious look. He was thankful that the clown helped him with his, leg but he would never accept a pill from a crazy psychopath.
"Suit yourself." The Joker shrugged and returned the pill into the satchel, "it's just a little pain reliever nothing more."
They sat for what felt like an hour. The Joker barely kept silent, he would either whistle or hum something and occasionally let out a faint laughter. This was annoying the vigilante, as if the pain in his shin wasn't enough of a torture. He tried his best to suppress the pain, but it became so unbearable that he finally gave up and stretched out a requesting hand.
The Joker raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Finally giving up the brave act aren't we?"
"Just give me the damn pill!" The Batman snapped.
The Joker laughed and placed the green pill on the man's gloved palm. The dark knight stared at the pill with quite some hesitation.
"Only a pain reliever?" The Batman asked desperately, even though he knew his question was useless.
"Yup. I mixed it myself." The clown grinned proudly, as he rocked back and forth in his place."
"Now that's exactly what I needed to hear!" The Batman snorted in sarcasm, "How reassuring."
"I'll take that as a complement" The Joker cackled in reply.
The Batman popped the pill into his mouth and tried hard to swallow it; his throat was pretty dry which made it hard to do so. He then tried to relax, and the effect was almost instant. The pain was soothing away quite fast, almost too fast. Something was wrong, he felt so light and for some reason, euphoric. He started chuckling.
"Hmmmm... Guess the pill was an incy, wincy bit strong." The Joker chuckled as he looked at the change in the Bats' demeanor.
"Thanks Joky!" The Batman exclaimed suddenly, "I feel so great! You gotta gimme some more of those greenish little heavenly pills!"
"This is getting interesting!" The Joker squealed and clapped with obvious excitement, "Joky you say?! I definitely won't mind giving you some more pills, my current Batsy"
"Hehehe... Batsy" The Batman chuckled, "You know, that's my favorite."
"Really?" The clown hummed with an amused look, "Who would have guessed!"
"Yup!" The Batman beamed gaily, "And you are my favorite too, Joky, I loooove you Jokpooo!"
The Joker's green eyes widened in astonishment, his tongue got tied and his whole body went into a shock.
"The cat got your tongue, Jokycakes?" The Batman chuckled, "Or in this case, the bat?"
The teasing, flirtatious act was the Joker's, and not the Bats'! The Batman was the one who was supposed to blush and get all agitated, and not the other way around. The Joker was not quite fond of this sudden and unfavorable turn of events.
"Shut up, Bats!" The Joker shouted with arms crossed against his vested chest, "I don't like the now you anymore!"
"Ooow... My Joky is pouting." The Batman teased, "Want a kissy-kiss from your Bats?"
The Joker stared at the Batman with disbelief. He never expected the pill to have this kind of effect, but still was proud of his work to some extent.
"Comoooon now, Joklove." The Batman cooed, "Don't leave me hanging in here."
"Screw you, Batman!" The Joker frowned with a pout, "You are no fun even on the pills!"
"Ouchie…" The Batman repied with a pout, "Why so mean?"
"For heaven's sakes! Shut up!" The Joker snapped, and then pointed at the Batman "And stay away! I'm seriously considering that dynamite!"
"Fine…" The Batman replied with what seemed like an attempt of a sad smile, as tried to adjust his body into a bit more comfortable position before closing his eyes to rest.
When the Batman woke up, he was on his bed, back in his manor.
"H-how...?" He asked groggily while rubbing his temples.
The door slid and the elderly butler came in.
"Oh, you have finally awaken, Sir?" Alfred beamed with a relieved smile, "You have slept in for two days."
"What?!" Bruce exclaimed, "Guess that pill was quite strong after all."
"What pill, Master Bruce?" The butler inquired.
"Ooooh! The tough guy has finally awakened!" Dick cried with excitement, interrupting the two men, and then added with a smirk "Sleeping for two days. Someone is getting pretty old, isn't he?"
Bruce glared at Dick and said, "What happened?"
"Well, two days ago an earthquake caused some serious damage to Gotham. It took down some old buildings and broke some pavements. You know, like the one you were trapped under." Dick explained, "You didn't come back that night making ol' Alfred here worried. So he called me, and thankfully I was able to track your batmobile which was close to your location."
"And the Joker?" Bruce asked bleakly.
"Hmmm… Well he was rather strange." Dick replied with a confused look, "He actually begged me to take him back to Arkham. And he kept mumbling something about nightmares and scarred for life all the way there."
"Aha." Bruce replied nonchalantly, and slid back to his bed, covering all of his body, "I'm still tired. I'm going to rest for a while."
"Very well, Sir." The butler replied, and bowed before leaving the room with Dick.
"Serves you right, Joker. A taste of your own medicine." Bruce chuckled slyly and then with a victorious smirk he surrendered into sleep.
Little did the Joker know that Bruce, the Batman, wasn't high on the pill, on the contrary, he was quite sharp. He was perfectly aware of his actions and the pill just numbed the pain away. But that was a little fact that no one needed to know beside the Batman himself.
"A day for you and a day against you" ~ a loose translation of an Arabic idiom, dedicated to the Joker! No offense to all his fans, I'm a huge fan of his, but a fan of the Bats' too. So, I just wanted to give Batsy a lil taste of twisted victory. If you like it ,please show some love!
