Part 3! I hope you enjoy it!
"So are you beginning to understand…?" Joker said, raising an eyebrow condescendingly, crossing his arms as he spoke.
"I…Am not," Batman growled. Maybe it was the blow to his head, or the pain that filled his body, but he truly couldn't grasp it, or understand how a feat would be possible.
Joker sighed, "Just like last time…" he held out his hand, gesturing madly as he talked it through in it's most basic components, "Them, puppets, you, no puppet, you try stop them be puppets, they hit you with rock. Understand?"
Batman frowned, "Don't talk to me like that."
Joker shook his head, "If I don't talk like that then you won't understand…" he got to his feet, "Are you able to get up? I'm sure your help will be welcome in the workshop."
"I don't think I am, yet, give me a few minutes."
Joker looked down at an imaginary watch, "I'm just wondering," he said, pouting, "How you will be staying with us this time before you decide your fists can do better than our technology."
"W-Why would I do that," Batman said as he attempted to stretch himself out on the bed, wincing in pain as he did.
Joker let out a growled laugh, "You decide our progress is too slow, after you see what they are doing on the news."
"What are they doing? Who's 'they'?!" Batman said loudly, forcing himself to sit up.
Joker shook his head, "Shush, little Bat-baby. It's too soon for you to know that."
The clown shifted slightly, looking down at the vigilante, "Now, sweetheart, I have work to do. If you want to join us then please do come and help… but know that you cannot get out of here."
"Why not?"
Joker smirked, "Riddler has put high-techy locks on there, only he can open them."
"Then how did I get out in the past?"
Joker laughed loudly, tipping his head back, "As if I would tell you that! What do you take me for?"
The corner of Batman's mouth twitched, as if a smile was trying t force itself onto his lips, "Gullible?"
Joker giggled lightly, "Oh Batsy, was that a joke? Surely you can't believe that."
Batman forced his legs off the side of the bed, and prepared himself to stand, he was unsure if he would be able to, but he would have to try, he couldn't just let himself sit there.
Joker held out his hands as Batman tied to stand, preparing himself to catch the taller man. Batman wobbled on he feet, "I'll try to help," he mumbled. He tried to take a step forward, and felt himself loosing his balance. He fell back onto the bed, and Joker let out a chuckle, coving his hand with his mouth.
"Oh dear, my, Batsy," he cooed, "You may need a few more hours rest…" he walked towards the door, leaving Batman to sort himself out on the bed, "I'll check in on you, darling."
He closed the door behind him and locked it, he walked down the small hallway and into what should be the living room, which had been turned into a workshop; benches and computers and heaps and heaps of wiring strewn everywhere.
"He's going to sleep for a bit more," Joker said to Edward, the man nodded gently, not looking up from his work. "I think they're getting pissed off at him bugging them."
Edward nodded again, "I should expect so," he mumbled through gritted teeth, "I wish he had more patience… him running off all the time is distracting. I've lost a total of 14 days looking for that man."
Joker rolled his eye, "I know, I know, you say it every time."
"No, every time I say it, that number gets bigger," Riddler growled, finally looking up from his work.
Joker shook his head, gesturing dismissively as he walked to his workspace, taking a sip of the 2 hour old coffee that sat there. He began to chew on his lip as he resumed his work, his eyes flicking over to Edward every now and then. He had no idea how that man could keep his concentration for so long; he'd barely left his work area in two weeks, there was a visible wall of rubbish forming around his workspace.
How could he concentrate when Batman was in the other room, sitting there… all cute and helpless… and sleeping.
Joker couldn't help letting out a tiny growl, looking back towards the Batman's room. Riddler's head jerked towards him, "No , Joker," he said through gritted teeth, "We need him, you're not doing that shit again."
Joker pouted, "But it'd be so easy…"
Joker felt something sharp hit the side of his head, "No," Riddler said again, a little louder, "You'll freak him out, again, he'll try to run away again. So, no. Do your damn work."
Joker hissed gently and forced himself back to his work, "…Couldn't I torture him…? Even just a little…?"
"No!" Riddler shouted, "You can't keep focus for two fucking seconds can you? Damn it…" Riddler shook his head and turned on his soldering iron, mumbling to himself.
Joker sighed, shaking his head, "Do you have to be so weird..?"
"Do you have to be so murdery all the damn time?" Riddler yelled, "We're trying to save our damn way of life, all you wanna do is… I don't even want to think about what you want to do to that poor man."
"I want to think about it… I want to do it…" Joker growled.
Riddler huffed, turning from his work, "Do I have to ban you from the room? Really?"
Joker sighed, "Fine! I'll be quiet… I didn't snap at you when you got all murdery last time."
"I got murdery because he kept picking holes in my work, not because I'm a psychopath."
Joker leant on his desk, raising an eyebrow at his friend, clearing his throat gently.
Riddler looked up at him, smirking slightly, "…Not just because I'm a psychopath…"
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