1Second chapter!!! Yay!! I'm sorry I didn't get to update reeeeeeal soon. But now that it's summer break, I can do what I want! Now please enjoy Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

A Rival In Love

Edward grimaced at the clown, his rival. He thought about his threat. He thought about his freedom.

"Ne-ver." He answered looking Joker squarely in the eye, abruptly surprised at his own quick answer.

"That...," The Clown Prince of Crime trailed off and looked into the distance. Then he snapped back to Edward. "...is not a very good choice, Riddey-boy."

"Whatever. Look-I like the Bat. Okay? So can you just..."

"Okay."

"Pardon me, what?" Edward asked, baffled.

"It would be much more interesting to compete for the Bat with you, and besides, I'm bored." The green-haired man snickered softly while unlocking the cage that surrounded us.

We were being set free. Yay.

Edward shook Harvey awake and at first, Harvey had a complete: "What the hell am I doing here?" look, but when he saw the open gate he was wide awake and out the door.

As the trio came to an exit, they stood in silence as they walked down the streets-staying in the shadows as much as possible-wondering about many things.

As the awkwardness grew, the Joker decided to take up his roll as a "Scene-Calming Agent."

"Alright, since you two have absolutely know place to go.....," he hesitated, as if he was almost disgusted at his own decision. "You can stay at my place."

"Oh, heaven forbid." Harvey said as Joker stared daggers at him, while still smiling, which was quite a scary combination.

As we reached an old, abandoned warehouse, the Joker-as insane as it was- picked at his green hair. He kept rummaging around in the enormous green mess until he found a key and unlocked the rusty door.

Edward and Harvey stared at the Joker in utter disbelief.

"Only way to keep those guards from finding it. What else should I have done? Put it in my eye socket?" The Joker laughed insanely at his not-really-that-funny-joke.

They entered the warehouse.

Spiders and spider webs hung on the walls and crawled on the floors. Brown boxes filled the left and right entrance corners of the warehouse. A worn, blood red couch stood along with a television set in the far back. (It took them a while to figure out that it was blood.) A couple of blankets were stowed away behind the couch, one of which happened to have bats on it, which caught Edward's eye. A single luminescent lamp stood at the side of the couch. (The lights no longer functioned.)

There were absolutely no windows.

"So...........," The Joker paused a moment, then shot back up in a jolt. "Alright! We'll plan our rivalry games! But it mustn't be too obvious, now should it?"

"No, of course not, Joker." Edward replied. "Let us begin."

They shook hands and Edward sat inside one of the large crates while the Joker sat in another approximately 3 yards away from the two. Harvey stood in between them to make sure neither could sneak out of their box and eavesdrop.

Suddenly, Edward got a brilliant idea and formed it in his head.

Suddenly, Joker got a brilliant idea and formed it in his head.

This is going to be brilliant.

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Bruce Wayne sat at his computer. Not much going on tonight. Oh, wait! Never mind. False alarm.

The Dark Knight sighed. "What the hell am I doing here?" He mumbled to himself.

'Well, your parents were murdered, you realized how horrible crime was, you trained, you became the Batman. End of story.' Bruce shook his head, annoyed at his inner voice, which was beginning to sound particularly like a certain green-haired fiend.

"Bad night, Bruce?" Bruce responded without looking towards the Last Son Of Krypton. "Actually, for once, no."

"You could try saying hello?"

"You could try not sneaking up on me like that."

"You mean you didn't notice?"

"I did."

"Thought so."

Superman stared at Bruce for about two seconds, then looked away, embarrassed. He approached the Dark Knight and put a hand on his soldier. Batman froze. That was supposed to be a good sign, right? Hope so.

"Errr...Bruce, if you ever need anything, I'm right here...o-okay?" The words almost never left Clark's mouth.

Bruce was taken aback at the sudden statement. Hmm. I can never tell what you're trying to say anymore, Superman. What are you thinking?

"Right. Whatever."

Superman flew out of the Bat Cave, content with the answer.

I can never say it. Why can't I say it? You're such an idiot. Why, why, why?

Without thinking, he flew right into a long haired, green suited man with a question mark cane.

The Riddler.

"Hello. Good evening, Superman."

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Sorry, I recently have been obsessing with Supy/Batsy, so if you think Superman came out of the blue, he did. Now please review or I won't continue! The Battle for Batman is getting pretty heated now, huh? I think I'm gonna rename it "Battle for Batman." Hmmm. No flames, please.