Chapter 1: Enemy of my Enemy
"Gordon. Gordon! Slow down." Bruce Wayne sat in the Batcave, listening to a very flustered Gordon on the other end of the phone.
"Huh...sorry, Batman. I'm just a little..dazed here. I mean, it's not every day that the Joker passes out on your doorstep. He showed up last night with a half-dead Quinn and just...faints. He's down at Gotham General now."
"I'm on my way." Bruce pulled his cowl over his face and walked over to the Batmobile.
"You do know this could be another famous Joker trap, sir?" said Alfred, as Bruce got in the car.
"Well, if it is, keep lunch warm, Alfred."
"Of course, sir." He turned to walk back to the stairs, as the cave entrance opened and the Batmobile rocketed into the night.
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The Joker sat in the waiting room of Gotham General, shuffling and re-shuffling his deck of cards, whilst humming 'Daisy Bell' quietly. He wore his usual purple tail-coat with a brown fedora on his head. Everyone else in the waiting room stared at him in silent fear.
The Joker suddenly jumped up and yelled, "BOO!" at a nearby child, who promptly wet himself. The Joker laughed hysterically as Batman walked in, stern as ever.
"Joker." Joker opened his eyes, took of his fedora and threw it behind him. He hugged Batman around the waist, whilst Batman stood as still as a statue.
"Batsy! My old chum, my old pal! How have you been lately?"
"I'm not here for chit-chat, Joker. In fact, I'm supposed to be taking you back to Arkham right now. Talk fast."
Joker pouted like a child at his disapproving dad and began to recount the events of last night to Batman, with the occasional joke of course.
"So, someone is after you? Do you have any idea who it might be?"
"I know that is somebody talented enough to take all of my goons and nearly me if I hadn't installed that handy escape exit."
Batman stood and thought for a while, going over the list of people who might want to kill Joker. Then he decided it would be quicker to go over a list of people who didn't want to kill Joker. Himself and Harley Quinn were his only results. Joker appeared to be deep in thought as well, as a doctor came over, sweating slightly.
"Um...are you, err, Mister...Joker?"
Joker nodded, not even looking at the doctor.
"Well, err, Harley is going to be...just fine."
"Huh? Oh, great. Now go away." Joker waved her away with a severe lack of interest.
Batman cast a disapproving look at Joker and then turned his gaze to the rest of the room. He caught sight of an unattended baby pram near him. One thing in particular puzzled him. There was no baby inside.
He picked it up and threw it out of the window just in time for it to explode outside, shattering the rest of the windows. Everyone stared in awe at the site of the explosion and then Batman and Joker.
"Come on. We've got work to do."
Batman grabbed Joker by the arm and pulled him out of the hospital.
"You've got to admit. He's a persistent little tyke, isn't he?" Joker said, as the hospital double doors swung shut.