Chapter 2! Not as good as chapter one. But after this, I'll be getting into some actual story plot. I just wanted to write how they felt about each other, and stuff. So there you go!

It's Heath Ledger's Joker, Christian Bale's Batman. I don't OWN Batman, or any of the characters I might mention in this fanfiction.

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He was alone. No mob bosses carving cuss words into his old mahogany tables, no goons sitting around the tv smoking… just him. Not even the Batman had come…

The Batman. Hmm.

That superhero was a mystery. A complete mystery.

The Joker sat down in one of the large plush chairs in the room, playing with a knife in his fingers.

Batman… he had first heard of him when he was getting ready for a bank robbery, and the news was doing a special on some masked superhero that went by the name of… you guessed it! Batman.

He had been no threat then. Small change. Just the kind of mysterious guy in tights. But when the Joker actually met him… it must've been at Harvey Dent's little benefit… he was strong.

Too strong. How did someone get such strength?

The strength was one of Joker's major threats, of course. When he wanted to kill someone, he didn't want the Batman around. He didn't want to be… intimidated. He just wanted to do what he set out to do, have some fun… and come back. He wasn't looking for a fight from the bat in tights. He just wanted to do his job.

The Joker had been a villain since before he could remember. Being a kid, he had stolen from stores, never being caught. He wasn't one for the doctor path, or the lawyer, the fireman? No, the Joker was one to introduce chaos. He loved chaos.

He thrived in that sort of danger. The sort that destroyed towns, and made people go insane.

The problem was, it didn't make Batman go insane. And that was what he wanted, right? He wanted Bats to hang up his cape and let the REAL ruler of this town take over.

But the hero would never do that. He would fight, or die trying. And even Joker knew about Batman's one 'rule'. Which meant he wouldn't die. But did the Joker want to kill BATMAN… that was the question.

No, he didn't think so. Not Batman. He was too much fun. But it wasn't a passing fancy, playing with the other. Underneath the superhero was a very mysterious, muscled man. A strong man… with money. The Joker could tell that all that equipment was a whole lot of cash to heap out.

The clown enjoyed the small things in life; wearing some old, comfortable clothes, maybe a nice pricey coat, but that was it. He wasn't in the whole villain business for the MONEY. No, he just enjoyed the excitement of hanging your head from a car and letting the roar of sirens behind you ring in your ears. He enjoyed the rush of adrenaline when you ran off down an alleyway to escape a throng of cops.

He enjoyed the Batman to Joker chase. The Batman and Joker investigation. Every time the Bat got closer to him, the Joker enjoyed every moment. Whether he was beating the crap out of him, or just growling. Batman liked to growl.

The Joker was not crazy. Oh no, not in any way. He was smart; he knew what he was doing. He didn't mind boasting about himself either. He knew that he was pretty quick witted, and he knew that he was a cut above the rest, strategy-wise.

But there was something with Batman that got him a bit bothered. Sure, the man was handsome. And definitely well trained in fighting, using gadgets and all that. But the hero upset him, because he enjoyed getting close, then ripping away. As if teasing the bat that had suddenly occupied his life.

The Joker reveled in the other's pain, and his own. Pain was a spine-tingling sensation. He loved it to death. And watching Batman in pain made himself feel better. It showed that maybe he could conquer the beast, take down the bat, and finally get on with his life.

But every time he got so close to the other, he was shoved away some time or another. By the police, by gravity, by the bat's own hands.

It sickened him. He didn't like it. What if he WANTED to be near the bat?

Well, why would he want to be near Batman? He was a hero. Joker was a villain. Did he WANT to get caught?

No… he just liked the Batman. He liked him in some strange, twisted way. The other was strong, muscled… buff, if you will. He was tall, robust. And he was mysterious. Who didn't want a mysterious man?

So, the Joker had fallen for some strange tight-wearing guy who fought criminals by night. He had done worse before. But it was still strange… Batman, why? He was the one trying to put him behind bars!

Then again, the Joker was the one trying to put BATMAN into permanent sleep… but Batman didn't kill the Joker. No, it was all because of that stupid rule!

The Joker wasn't sure what he wanted. Did he want the Batman dead? No. For him to disappear? No, definitely not.

One thing he knew was that him and Batman… they were alike in a few ways. People had split feelings about Batman; but more and more were starting to hate him; like they hated the Joker. Plus, the Joker wouldn't be so infamous without his buddy, the Batman. And vice versa. Joker knew Batman would not so important without having 'crushed' Joker the first time, and then a second time… and now he was free again. Fancy that?

People were getting anxious about the Joker being on the loose. But it wasn't because he was a crazy, makeup wearing bad guy who murdered and exploded things for fun.

It was because Batman wasn't killing him. Instead of just dropping him off a twenty foot building, he caught him and pulled him right back. Instead of letting him explode, he pulled him away from the large bombs. He was a protector of everyone!

Joker found it rather sick. Stupid Batman. Why couldn't he just let him die? That's what a hero was supposed to do, right? Let the villain die, to save the people? So was Batman being selfish? Did he want the Joker alive?

It was confusing the Joker's already have gone mind. It was more than he could bear. What was Batman thinking?

And why did he want so badly to know?

Okay, so here it is- the end of the second chapter. Hopefully the third chapter will start up the plot, huh? I know what you're saying; WHERE IS THE PLOT!? I'm getting there! It's coming! Just read on!