Hi, second part! Hope you enjoys it!
Batman looked around the room, he had been awake for almost 5 minutes, and still he could see no way to escape, he didn't have his belt and he could hardly move.
He could hear voices, two of them, Joker's and… he wasn't sure… it sounded like Riddler.
"You're making him pancakes?" the Riddler's voice asked.
Joker: "I told him I would, and I'm not one to break my word."
Riddler: "Sure… If you do this every time we're going to run out of money."
Riddler, after a few seconds of silence: "Are you going to take them in, or me?"
Joker: "I'll do it, the poor mite deserves to see a pretty face."
After a few seconds of silence, during which Batman assumed some signalled insults must be being thrown, Joker began to sing again, the same song as the previous night.
Batman heard someone approach the door. Joker trotted in holding a plate of pancakes, "Still here I see?" he said as he walked across the rickety wood floor, he placed the plate on the bed, and Batman stared down at it.
Was Joker stupid? Did he actually think Batman would eat these?
Joker nudged the plate towards him, then rolled his eyes, "Oh… Still don't remember, eh? They must have got you good this time Batsy."
"What?" Batman grunted in reply, it was true, his memory was fuzzy, the last thing he remembered was Joker dragging him here, he knew he had been beaten up, judging by his wounds he had been attacked by Superman and Hawkgirl. But he didn't know why they would… or… anything.
Joker sighed, and began to eat the pancakes he had brought in, "Oh I won't bother telling you, you'll freak out and try to get out and then I'll have to find you again and I just don't have time for that…" Joker sighed gently, before smiling widely at the costumed man, "Why don't you just eat your pancakes, hm? Ed will have the new device sorted in a little bit, and then we'll tell you what's happened ok?"
Batman frowned, straining to pull himself up on the bed. Why would Joker not tell him? It wasn't as if he could escape, he was sure he'd faint if he so much as moved his legs. He felt as if he'd been attacked, brutally, and frequently at that.
"What happened to me…?"
Joker lifted an eyebrow, "Uh… You got beat up?"
"This feels like more than just that."
Joker let out a huffed chuckle, "Oh boy… might wanna wait for your brain to adjust first."
Batman growled; he was stuck in a strange place without any of his equipment or even the ability to move without causing himself serious pain. "Joker, tell me what I am doing here."
And Joker hadn't even attempted to hurt him, he was being nice genuinely nice, or trying to be.
Why was Joker working with Riddler? Why were Riddler and Joker not fighting over who got to keep his decapitated head as trophy?
"Why does this room seem so familiar?" Batman asked quietly as his eyes scanned the room yet again for an escape opportunity.
Joker rolled his eyes and sighed, "You're not going to just let it come to you, are you? You're going to force it…" the man rubbed his hands together, "You are here because your friends attacked you, again. And this place seems familiar because you have been here before."
"When have I been here before? Why don't I remember anything?" Bruce could feel his temper rising, threatening to take him over before he could get his answer. There was something about Joker that always brought out his emotions when they weren't wanted.
Joker picked at his fingernails, shrugging slightly as he talked, not seeming to pay any attention to the Batman's angst.
He was always angsty, one more ounce of it couldn't hurt.
"You have been here," Joker said, chewing his lip in mocked boredom, "…Ooh… I'd say 5? Maybe 6 times, in the past two weeks. You've escaped each time, so far, hopefully not this time."
"What?" Batman growled.
"Look…Batsy, baby… I don't know what it is that does this to you… that's what we're trying to find out."
"Joker, what are you talking about?!" Batman snapped, clenching his fists.
Joker sighed, turning his head, "You are so impatient… Look… There's something happening, out there, outside this house-"
"What?"
"-…Will you let me finish? Or do I need to gag you… again." Joker growled out the last word, a deep, mocking, sexual tone that made Batman's stomach turn.
The injured man lashed out, picking up the thing closest to him; the painted china plate that held his breakfast, and hurled it at the Joker's head. Joker dodged it with ease and the object smashed against the wall.
Joker raised his hand to his head, and let out a soft sigh, "…Riddy will not be happy about that," he turned head to the door and yelled "Riddle-face, he did it again!"
Riddler's head appeared in the gap of the door, the confusion on his face turning to anger once he noticed the shattered china on the floor, his deep frown fell quickly to despair, "Batman... For... god's..." he moved in, picking up the fragments of china, "My plates, you're trying to break them all aren't you!? You know they're my favourite ones and you're trying to upset me. Fuck you... Third day in a fucking row, at this rate I'll run out by Monday."
He turned to leave, glaring daggers at the injured vigilante, "If you do it one more time, you'll have no home to go back to," with the last word, he left the room, slamming the door in frustration, swearing loudly on the other side of the wooden door.
"…And now I have to deal with that, thank you ioh/i so much, Batsy…" Joker said with a fake smile.
Batman swallowed hard, looking at where the plate had smashed, the mark it had made on the wall. "Why are you and the Riddler working together?"
"Oh it's not just me and copper-knob, it's all of us… almost. We've got a nice little team going here."
"Why?"
"…Well I would tell you," Joker said with another sigh, "but you keep interrupting, and being a dick."
Batman frowned, not only because Joker was avoiding telling him what was going on… there was an odd weight on the white-skinned man, he seemed slumped, unhappy. "Tell me what's going on."
Joker's smile widened, "Only if you promise not to freak out…"
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