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Batman skidded past the registers, cape sending a box of candy sailing to the floor. Setting off down the game aisle, Batman ceased to hear the soft growls of his predator.

Instead there was a soft snikt and then giggling-which was becoming all too familiar. Backtracking slowly, one hand on his all-purpose utility belt, Batman was wary about what he would be facing.

Sqush

Nose upturned at the decidedly unpleasant sound and feeling, Batsy lifted his foot from the floor.

Caramel and chocolate stretched from his boot to the floor, the remnants of a candy bar. A candy bar twirled into the shape of dog poop. A powerful shudder racked his body. Wiping the bottom of his foot on the floor, Batsy's muscles stiffened as he headed back towards Joker, the rage from minutes ago forgotten.

Marching towards the crunched over figure Batman hand his hands on hips.

Joker smirked up at him before rearranging it into an innocent smile, or what passed for one.

"Give me a hand up, Batsy. Let's let bygones be bygones. He who laughs last didn't get it. Honesty is the best image. Common sense ain't common. When in doubt, tell the truth. A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage. All power corrupts, but we need electricity. Chess is mental torture. Do not try to live forever, you will not succeed. Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies. The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw. Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely. Art is either plagiarism or revolution. Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. All diseases run into one, old age--"

"Are you done yet?!"

Joker scowled and rolled his eyes upwards as though thinking, "No, but nearly there. Ah, lets see…Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life. Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. A bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove that you don't need it. Age to women is like Kryptonite to Superman. I like being a villain. Villains are more exciting…mmm, yeah, that'll do me. But seriously, I need a hand up."

Squinting at the name, Batman extended his hand. Joker stood quickly and slid his hand off Batsy's.

Squealing, he gathered a few candy bars and slid past Batsy.

Batman stared down at his glove, "Aww," chocolate was slimed over the palm, "Now I have to get these dry cleaned. AGAIN!"

Frowning, Batman turned to go after Joker, but found a trail of candy bar bits littering the row and rounding the corner.

Leaning down, Batman gathered a few pieces into his hand, and popped them into his mouth, "Nougatty."

Chewing thoughtfully, Batman rolled a fresh candy bar between his fingers and a length of rope in the other hand.

Meanwhile, Joker carefully laid piece after piece on the ground, to make sure he could find his way back. He halted as he passed a funhouse mirror, smiling sexily he licked his lips and yanked out a dagger to smooth his hair back, "Well, hello there beautiful," his performance was somewhat dampened by the chocolate smeared in his hair. Where his beloved dagger should have been, a candy bar was in place. Foiled by his own absentmindedness.

Shrugging his shoulders, Joker spun on his heel and headed back the way he had come. Eyes on the ground as he barely skipped along. So doing, he could hardly have missed the candy bar lying abandoned on the floor.

Plucking it up, Joker snuggled it to his face for all of two seconds before he was swung upside down, "Why is it that I always end up like this. Is this some sort of weird fetish?!" Attention turning back to the candy he grinned, "You'll be mine, I'll call you Squishy, and you will be my Squishy."

Wiggling slightly, Joker fell flat on his back. Candy bar held tightly to his chest, "Could have been a little more gently with the landing! Professional my ass."

Batman sat atop the shelves, staring down at The Joker. As soon as Joker was out of his trap, Batman whipped out a batarang and whipped it downward. It fell flat. Peering carefully, he noticed that it was not a batarang, but rather a candy bar.

"Drat!"

Leaping down, cape billowing around him, Batman moved in front of the Joker.

Cackling madly, Joker leapt to his feet, leaving less than an inch between him and Batsy.

A slow smile spread across his already cheerful face, "Why Batsy, is that a candy bar in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

Taking a quick step back, Batman wrenched his second plan in front of him. A toy bow knocked with a candy bar.

As he drew back, he grinned, "When in Rome."

Releasing the string, the candy bar shot across the distance to thunk loudly against The Joker's forehead.

"Oww."

Shaking his head, Joker took out his weapon, smirking, he jammed his thumbs into Batman's eyeholes. Pulling back left Batman blinded by two candy bar cutouts.

Batman stumbled around, clawing at his eyes with his slightly slippery chocolate-covered gloves, while The Joker's eyes widened at a stuffed horse on a stick. Fixated with his new friend, all thoughts of Muffin drifted away from him.

Batman finally dug the half-melted chocolate out of his eyeholes, only to see Joker determinedly trying to shove a chocolate bar into the open mouth of the brown and white stuffed horse, muttering obscenities all the while.

"What are you doing? It's not alive, it can't eat," Batman told the purple-clad man, incredulity seeping into his voice.

Joker's head turned towards the seemingly ubiquitous figure, the menacing gleam returning to his eyes. Poor Muffin obviously not forgotten quite yet.

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