On the ninth day of Christmas, the Joker gave to me...
Nine angry guard dogs,
Eight makeshift pipe bombs,
Seven scary switchblades,
Six burning hideouts,
Five hand grenades!
Four bank robberies,
Three bazooka rockets,
Two purple gloves,
And a clown mask under a tree!
So close... I can't believe I found another one so soon! Batman thought as he crept towards the Joker's latest hideout.
Gordon had told him that the cops were closing on the Joker's location. The had it narrowed down to one of three spots - a warehouse (What is it with criminals and warehouses?), a parking garage, and someone's house. Batman had done further reconnaissance and had found that a vehicle that was known to belong to the Joker was spotted driving into the warehouse lot. As a result, Batman was going there himself to apprehend the Joker.
Careless from excitement, Batman climbed and leapt over the perimeter fence, then immediately noticed that something was wrong. He couldn't put his black-gloved finger on it, but there was something off about the warehouse. Shrugging the feeling to the back of his mind, the Dark Knight crept stealthily over to the fire escape.
It was then that he noticed the doghouse.
The doghouse was in between Batman and the fire escape. He figured he could move slowly past it until he saw the three dogs sitting up, facing in his direction.
The Dark Knight took one step forward.
Immediately, the three dogs were up, snarling and pulling at the chains that kept them attached to the ground. The noise of the growls and the rattling chains woke the other dogs, setting them off and lunging towards Batman. He did a quick head count. Nine dogs. He took another few steps forward, abandoning stealth over haste. He'd already been discovered, after all.
Just as he got out of range of the dogs' chains, when he thought he was safe, one of the nine pulled the peg that held all of their chains out of the ground. The chains detached from the peg, and all nine dogs came tearing off after the Batman, who dashed just before him. The dogs chased him all around the lot, snapping at his heels until Batman managed to leap onto the fence, scaling it quickly and throwing himself over the top. The dogs snarled and attacked the fence just behind him while he made a speedy getaway.
Merry Christmas to you too, Joker, the Dark Knight thought sourly as he drove back to the Bat-Container by the docks.
A/N: Man, Batsy has no luck with dogs. Poor guy. Please review! I could use some feedback, and an idea for number eleven, which will be upon us in two days. Thanks!
