The Joker squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for when Bruce found him. Preparing himself for when the closet door swung open. But there was no flood of light; no angry screams from Bruce. No; the angry screams the Joker heard were from somebody else.
"Bruce, for God's sake, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Came an African American sounding male voice. "I was sound asleep until you barged in here, all heavy breathing and such!"
"But, I... I never..." a startled Bruce managed to squeak out.
"Just shut up and let me sleep!" the strange voice shouted. "And put some clothes on, boy! Sheesh!" And with that, the lights were turned off and the door was slammed. The Joker let out a long sigh, waited for what seemed like five minutes, and ever-so-carefully opened the closet door. He could hear snoring, so he figured it would be okay to just walk out. When he passed the bed, he saw who the man was. Lucius. Why the heck is Lucius in Bruce's house? The Joker wondered. Shrugging to himself, he walked over to the door and opened it a crack, making sure the coast was clear. When he saw that nobody was there, he slide out and set off to find his beloved Batsy.
Down the hall, Bruce was getting dressed in his bedroom. The Joker giggled as he skipped toward Bruce's room and opened the door a crack. He found himself face-to-face with Bruce's naked, rock-hard back end. Suddenly, his brain hatched an idea. He gace a loud wolf whistle, then slammed the door and ran into the hall closet, watching through the blinds as Bruce scrambled out of the room holding a towel around his waist.
"Who the hell are you?!" He screamed. The Joker overflowed with joy as Lucius stormed toward Bruce angrily.
"Are you insane?" He demanded. "What's gotten into you?"
"I-I'm sorry," Bruce stuttered. "I keep..." He sighed and shook his head. "Never mind."
"Sorry," Lucius muttered, patting Bruce on the back.
Suddenly, the Joker had another plan. All he needed to do was get to the bathroom...