So... You know. I do not own Batman in anyway way, shape, or form. : ( I wish I did. That would be sweet. : ) This will last for as long as the plot bunny decides to bounce on my head. Please don't die plot bunny! *sweat drop* Don't kill me if its OOC. By the way, this has no Beta.
Warnings: To put it in the words of Jigsaw from one of the Saw movies: "Oh yes. There will be blood." (I don't own Saw either)
He ever so casually strolled away from the bank, a controller in hand. A school bus screeched to a stop in front of him, doors wide open. He jumped in and leaned out. He hit the button. The bus squealed away as the bank blew up into a million peices.
The Joker laughed crazily, head out of the open door, green hair streaming in all directions. He pulled his head in as a minion shut the door. "Well done boys!" Joker screamed. He waltzed down the bus walkway, humming a funeral march.
Joker looked around. True, his men had done well. The bags of money filled the back two thirds of the seats. The remain third of the seats where full of hostages.
Joker stopped his waltz at the back. Slowly, he walked up to the front, stopping at hostages as he went. He stopped between an important news reporter who looked like he might pee his pants, and a certain ex-ward of a certain billionare.
"Well, if it isn't Dick Grayson! Tell me, what's Brucey up to?" Joker said. Dick's only answer was a heated glare. "Aww, comon! You can tell me! Its not like there's anyone else to tell, what with Mommy, Daddy, Big Brother, and Big Sister all dead."
"Go to hell, you murdering sycopath." Dick spit out between clenched teeth.
"Looks like Dickys got his underwear in a bunch!" Joker laughed crazily.
He pat Dick's head gently. To this, Dick tried to bite him. "Hey hey hey! That's no way to behave!" Joker slapped Dick hard. Dick's head snapped back, blood drizzled out his nose.
Joker stopped to look at his handy work. Dick was slowly lifting his head up, blood staining his clearly expensive shirt. He tipped his head forward,blood dripping onto the floor. Joker laughed. So Dicky can take care of little nose bleeds, can he? Then I'll just have to try harder next time.
Joker turned and walked back up to the front of the bus. This would be fun, now that little Dicky would be there to entertain him.
Chapter 1 is now over. I know that its short. I will try to make it longer on the next chapter. For those reading my story Reid's Birthday, I know I should be writing that. But I have serious writers block. Leave ideas in reviews? The Tenth reviewer gets to decide what my next story will be about.