Rawwwrrrr! Haha scared you didn't I!...sorry gone a bit hyper off Wagon Wheels... anyway Hello again! If you're reading this then Thanks a lot! For coming this far! Feeling sentimental...how sweet!

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The Joker's face shone out in the darkness of the room. There was barely enough light to see anything, but his white face stood out, eerily. Newly appointed commissioner Gordon sat opposite him.

'Harvey Dent never made it home. Officer Wayne is still missing, and that's just the beginning. Everything seems to be pointing right at you. Care to explain?' asked Gordon, coolly watching the Joker's every move. The Joker watched Gordon.

'Where's Dent?' Gordon continued.

'What's the time?'

'Does that matter?' asked Gordon, confused.

'Well, depending on the time, he may be at one spot, or several,' said the Joker, motioning with his cuffed hands.

'And Officer Wayne, where is she?' continued Gordon again, never taking his eyes of the Joker. The Joker smirked.

'Well, if I told you, that would defeat the object of the game, now wouldn't it, commissioner?' replied the Joker, leaning back in his chair.

Gordon uncuffed the Joker's hands, and wrapped them around his own, saying, 'If were going to do this all night, I'm gonna need a coffee.' He stood, and moved to the door, turning as he heard the Joker's voice.

'Ahh, the good cop, bad cop routine?' called the Joker, clicking his tongue.

'Not exactly!' and with that Gordon left the interrogation room. The Joker sat in the dark for another second. All of a sudden, the lights in the room flashed on, and the Joker's head smashed against the cold, metal table before him.

'AArgh…never start with the head, the victim gets all fuzzy, he can't feel the next-' he was cut off by the smashing of a fist against the back of his hand, lying on the table. The Batman sat before the Joker, watching him.

'See?'

'You wanted me, here I am!' growled Batman

'I wanted to see what you'd do…and you didn't disappoint. You let five people die, and then you let Dent take your place. Even to a guy like me that's cold!'

'Where's Dent?'

'These mob fools want you gone so things can go back to the way things were. But I know the truth. There's no going back, you've changed things. Forever,' said the Joker, casually.

'Then why do you want to kill me?' asked Batman, confused.

The Joker let out a laugh. A hysterical, high pitched one, much like his dear little Gwen's had laughed on his last 'visit', 'I don't want to kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off mob dealers? No. No, no no, you complete me!'

'You're garbage who kills for money!' said Batman.

'Don't talk like one of them, you're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them you're just a freak…like me! Dropped at the first sign of trouble. You're only here when they need you to be. But when they don't, they'll cast you out. Like a leper. You see, their morals their code, it's just a bad joke. You see, I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve!'

With that, Batman grabbed the Joker by his waistcoat and pulled him off the chair, And over the table, growling, 'Where's Wayne?'

'Wayne? Oh you mean my dear little Gwen! I didn't think that you'd care so much about the little Brit!' Batman smashed the Joker up against the tiled walls, causing the Joker to laugh again.

'Where are they?!' Batman yelled!

'You have all these rules, and you think they'll save you!' the Joker said, laughter dying.

'I have one rule!' replied Batman.

'Then that's the rue you'll have to break to know the truth, 'cause the only sensible way to live is without rules, and tonight you'll have to break you're one rule!'

'I'm considering it,' hissed the Bat in the clowns face.

'There's just minutes left, so you'll have to play my little game if you want to save one of them!' smirked the Joker, watching Batman's anger rise. In his head, Bruce played over the Joker's words. Harvey Dent, one of the most important people in Gotham, or Billionaire Bruce Wayne's big cousin, Officer Gwenivere Wayne.

'Why her?' he growled in the Joker's face, anger boiling.

The Joker laughed again, 'Oh not dear little Gwenny! No, I'd miss her too much! Little Brit's not in trouble…yet!'

'Then who?'

'You know, for a minute I really thought you were Dent… but the way you threw yourself after her!' cackled the Joker, as he tried to squeeze out of Batman's death grip on his throat. Batman growled in anger, hurtling the Joker over his shoulder, and landing him on his back, hard on the table. The Joker, clearly in pain, tried to hide it, by laughing, saying, 'Look at you go!'

Batman took the chair, and swept across the room to the door, barring anyone from interrupting him.

'Does Harvey know about you and his little bunny?' crooned the Joker, earning another hit from batman.

'Where are they?!' yelled Batman.

'You have nothing to threaten me with! Nothing to do with all your strength!' laughed the Joker. Another hit off Batman, 'Now, you'll have to choose, Gotham's DA, or his blushing bride to be!'

Batman lifted the Joker by his waistcoat, about to attack him again.

'Don't worry, I'm gonna tell you where they are! And that's the point, you'll have to choose. He's at 252 52nd street and she's at Avenue X at Cicero!'

Batman threw him aside, storming from the room, met by Gordon.

'Who you going after?' he asked, hurriedly.

'Rachel!'

With that, Batman swept away, and left the station.

I know it was a bit pointless, and everyone knows that chapter, but it leads into the next one. Thanks for reading! Holls :P x