AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I haven't been writing long chapters. I've been busy with work. I figure small chapters are better than no chapters.
Chapter 7
"What the hell did you do that for?" demands Joker, as he stares at Two-Face, who had knocked the gun off to the side.
"You asked a question," replies the other criminal, taking a coin from his pocket. "It demands an answer."
"What fucking question?" demands Joker, shaking his hand rapidly in frustration.
"Do we kill him now or wait for Batman?" comments Two-Face and then pauses as a twisted smile crosses his face. "That we was you, me, and me, in case you wanted to know."
Joker bursts out laughing. "Ah, he does have a sense of humor."
Having removed the coin, Two-Face glances down at the hurting hero.
"What do you want the sides to mean, boy?" demands Two-Face.
"I won't play this game, again," replies Nightwing, referring to the first time he met Two-Face, as he glances up at the scarred criminal.
Drawing his gun back, Joker strikes the weapon across Nightwing's face.
"I'll even ask you twice," says Two-Face, not missing a beat. "What do you want the sides to mean?"
"Clean side means…" says the hero, but pauses as he notices a dark shadow moving across the window of the door leading out of the room. "Batman?"
"Fine," replies Two-Face, as he flips the coin into the air.
Just as the scarred criminal is about to catch the coin, the door smashes open and the Dark Knight enters the room.
