Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot. If I did, I'd be rich.
Shoutout! To Jen for saving my life. Literally. This chapter is for you!!
A/N: Yeah, I know, I promised this a long time ago. And I promised it would be longer. But school and crap have caught up with me along with countless family dramas and I lost my notebook so I had to type this part by memory and my computer was being retarded and wouldn't open the document. But it is in Joker's POV and next one will be longer. So here it is!! READ AND REVIEW!! OR YOUR COMPUTER WILL DIE!! points threateningly DO IT FOR YOUR COMPY'S SAKE!!
Warnings: Yummy slash of the Scarecrow/Joker variety. Don't like, jump off a cliff. Also, this one contains some mild strong language and it has been rated T for your consideration. And I don't know how well Joker in IC so... deal. And an additional warning: Thanks to a certain cribber: IF YOU STEAL MY IDEAS, YOU WILL DIE.
A/N 2: I just watched Breakfast on Pluto and Oh. My. God. As resident Goddess of Movies, I command you to go rent it. :) You will enjoy it unless you are a homophobe. And Tran-phobe. Yeah. Go watch it. Cillian Murphy in drag. :))
Joker's POV
Joker could hardly contain himself. A giggle swelled up and caught in his throat as he fingered his potato peeler lovingly with his purple-gloved fingers and eyed the door that the Batman was just outside of. It was all he could do not to burst out in hysterical peals of laughter (like he was known to do) when he thought about this bizarre situation. Strange, chaotic madness would ensue soon, he could taste it, and he hopped from good foot to bad, relishing at the shot of pain that answered his movement.
"Batsy, Batsy, Batsy! Come out to play!!" he sang to himself, lunacy clouding his thinking. "I want a fight already Batsy!! Come and get me!"
Crane glared at him.
"Willyoushutupalreadyyou'regoingtogetuscaught!!" he hissed all in one breath.
Joker giggled.
"Batsy!" he sang inside his head this time, to appease the already too-serious Crane. "Come on!!"
Crane stepped quietly back into the shadows. Joker rolled his eyes and stepped dead center, trembling with excitement and the strain on his probably-broken ankle. He couldn't wait for Batsy to come find him. He couldn't wait to extract sweet revenge on Bats for injuring him and making him stay hidden in this stupid, closed in attic and rendering him incapable of blowing anything up and listening to people scream. What had Joker done to deserve this punishment?
"Nothing!" Joker snarled in rage, gripping the potato peeler in his fist and twitching with anger and anticipation.
Wisely, Crane didn't even try to make him shut up. It must've been something in Joker's attitude.
Soon Joker would make pain cross the Bats face, so cleverly hidden under his cowl and mask. Soon, he would get revenge. And maybe some pain in return, which would only make Joker happier.
Batman rammed into the door, making the whole room shake, the door barely holding up under the pounding. Crane jumped in fright, and Joker forced the hysterics down at the image. Crane, "The Master of Fear" was frightened of a man dressed in Kevlar and a cape. It was just too funny and Joker wished he could laugh at it, but it hurt to laugh which brought him back to the fact that he wished he could blow something up too, but he couldn't and it was all Batman's fault!!
Joker was going to pound Batman into fucking oblivion for cooping him up here, and for that matter, cooping him up at Arkham all those times as well!!
"C'mon, Batsy!!" he muttered, running his purple-gloved thumb along the peeler, feeling the sharp, biting edge of it drag along the fabric, barely a centimeter from cutting his skin.
Batman tried one last time to break down the door, but luck must've been favoring Crane, because it held and Batman gave up, trekking back down the stairs.
Disappointment in his belly, Joker listened to the Bats's cape open and take him into the air, away from Joker and his potato peeler.
Sorry so short. Sogni D'Oro, everyone! First person to translate gets a cyber cookie. Review!!