Hey Guys! Sorry about my absence. I died.

Just kidding!

I have sprained my ankle and haven't been doing anything so yeah. New story.

I own nothing, except shpooders.

Essentially, the majority of a chapter will focus kind of on the song, and then the rest written in my style to balance out the darkness of the story as it progresses.

BMWW Ship fic... But not fluff.

This fic will be funny occasionally.


The night was dark, the sky it sang. Of despair and death. Of Bats and Clowns. Of flight or fight.

Of destruction and terror.

Killer clowns.

The Bat, he crouched. Perched upon a wall. The Princess, she rose. She walked silently- deadly even.

He opened his mouth, about to speak. The sky closed in, the darkness destroyed. The clown was laughing. At his victims. Innocent, helpless. But dead, soon enough. Soon enough.

The Bat, he swung. He hit, he kicked. But could not save the victims.

"Fireworks are a lovely thing. Lovely, even more, when they rain blood upon the cities. Upon the Bat and his girlfriend." The Joker laughed, taunting.

The Princess closed in, she ripped the ropes.

The victims ran, the fireworks blew. And as the Joker fell, unconscious, to the floor.

Wonder Woman and Batman walked away, entrusting the Joker in the police's hands.

"We should do this again sometime."

Silence.

"Maybe."


Wonder Woman awoke to the sound of silence.

The Watchtower was unusually quiet.

She sat up, black hair falling in her eyes.

The light shone through a curtained window. Her door creaked open silently.

Her head shot up and her eyes focused.

There was a Bat in her doorway.

"You passed out last night over a spider. I brought you here."

"A spider? You've got to be kidding me. I'm not afraid of spiders. Shpooders, on the other hand..."

The Bat raised his eyebrow.

"You said something about Shpooders being extinct. I'm not sure. I caught it. Here."

He threw it at Diana. She shuddered and looked at the shpooder's hairy arms.

"Is this breakfast or something? What do you want me to do with this?" She scowled, tossing it back to the Bat.

"No, it's not breakfast. Alfred is preparing breakfast. Get changed." He glared and threw a bundle of her stuff at her.

She frowned and rubbed her head where her bracelets had hit her. Stupid Batman.