Dirge: OH MY GOD. I have not written this in FOREVER!
Elly: That's good.
Dirge: Not for shut up.
I would like to thank InvaderZATR for being awesome and being a dedicated reviewer, my friend Avira for helping me write this-
Avira: YAY!
Dirge: ...and to the AMAZING comics- I Luv Halloween. God, I love that comic... I would also want to thank my little Gir Otaku mascot, for sitting up there on my computer screen and acting cute! Here- .com/closet/ (get one for yourself! they are so cute! Nikki- you can get Tak ones too!)
I would also like to thank my mouse cursor, which is a flying pig. XD
And now, here to do our *sniff* final message, Todd Casil, AKA Squee.
Squee: Uhm... D-Dirge would like me t-to inform you th-that this is p-p-part one of the la-last chapter and that there will be a s-sequel. Dirge d-doesn't own anything b-but Elly a-and people that y-you do not recognize. B-Bill
Dirge: Or Bob, I don't remember...
Squee: Uhm... B-Bill Kane owns B-Batman and all r-related people. J-Jhonen Vasquez (squee! he's scary!) owns m-me, the Scary Neighbor Man, D-D-Devi (she's nice but scary! eek!) a-and Mr. Satan and P-Pepito. (he's scary too! squee!) *is crushed in very large hug by the authoress* SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Elly groaned. My head... Why... "Nng..." The creepy halloween man... oh yeah...
"Wakey wakey, sunshine!" There was a large clanging right next to her right ear, and Elly yelped. She forced herself to open her eyes, much to the chagrin of her aching head, only to see a women dressed like a harliquinn in spandex, holding a cooking pot and a metal spoon.
"Oh. My. God."
"Scared?" she smiled.
"No. I just can't believe that you're wearing spandex." Elly snorted a laugh. "That stuff gives you rashes and looks bad on anyone. I tried it on as a dare once. God, it's uncomfortable. How can you survive that? It's probably pretty uncomfortable, no?"
The women didn't answer, but left the room looking like she was close to tears.
"Looks like I'm in the hiding place of a psychopath." Elly looked around; it was a warehouse, with a couple tables and chairs. "You'd think that living with one for twelve years would make me used to places like this." She sighed and tried to wiggle her way out of the tight roped that bound her to the chair. She noticed a couple of goons sitting at a table to her left, playing poker. "Hey!" she called. "Get me out of this or I'll slaughter you!"
"Heh, no way, toots." one smirked (his name is Poofy), putting down a card and collecting some chips. "Joker's the one that'll let you go, if he lets you go at all."
"Which he probably won't!" another added.
"Fuck you!" Elly called, wishing that she could reach the knife that Johnny had her keep in her boot at all times. "I'm screwed." she murmured.

"Son!" Senore Diablo (stupid WordPad won't let me use the wiggly thing for the n, so I'm adding an E at the end of Senor for people who are too stupid to not know how to prounouce it) called, and a short boy with messy hair and small ivory horns floated down the stairs. "Yes, Father?" the boy, Pepito Diablo, said, stopping in front of his demonic father.
"There is a problem with our Waste Lock." Senore Diablo had a look on his face that made him look like he had eaten something terrible, and the taste was still lingering. Er, more so.
"You mean Johnny C.?" Pepito looked at the screen that Senore Diablo was looking at. It was split into two pieces, each one showing a different scene. The one on the left was on a tall, thin man with messy hair so black it was almost dark blue running as fast as he could, next to a women with green (she dyed it again) hair pulled up in two tight ponytails that looked anything but childish. The other screen showed a girl, about fifteen, thin and tall if she stood up, with the same hair as the man in the other screen, tied up to a wooden chair in front of a thin man with green hair, red lips that stretched beyond the corners and a purple coat. He seemed to be questioning the girl, and she seemed to be yelling at him.
"Oooh, she's hot. Who is she?" Pepito looked up at his father, who glared at him shortly and looked back to the screen.
"That is Ellesandra C., daughter of Johnny C. and Devi D."
"So the people in the other screen are...?"
"Johnny C. and Devi D. Johnny actually got captured." He scowled. "Devi actually forgave him to some extent, and Ellesandra has gotten captured by a psychopath called the Joker. Batman and his sidekick Robin are searching for Ellesandra and Johnny and the Joker, to put Johnny back in Arkham Asylum along with Joker, and I do believe that this 'Robin' is in love with Ellesandra."
"Wow." Pepito blinked. "Is it mean to think that this would make an awesome story? Because it totally would."

"Were do you think she would be?" Devi asked Johnny, both running faster then they had thought was humanly possible.
"God, I-I don't don't!" Johnny hissed under his breath. "That Joker guy... they were talking about him ont TV. Don't you think that they should tell you where the HELL he would be hiding if they took someone you knew?"
"Maybe they didn't want people to be hurt?" Devy replied.
"Pfft." Johnny made a dismissing noise, and they kept running in silence.

"So where is your father, if he escaped from Arkham?"
"I keep telling you, I don't fucking know." (overuse of italics! I've recently gotten obsessed with them!)
Joker and Elly glared at each other, his brown eyes staring into her black ones.
"Would he come for you?" Joker asked.
Elly thought this over.
They didn't have much of a 'father-daughter relationship'... He had locked out outside in the rain once because she spilled Spaghettios on his new comic. He always looked over Elly, at meaningless things that seemed more important to him than her. She was a roommate, not a daughter. And, to her, he was a roommate too.
No, that was a lie.
Elly loved Nny. She loved him like a father and wanted him to see her as a daughter. But he never did. And now that he had Devi, why would he need her?
A renegade teat slid down her cheek as she looked down.
"No."

Dirge- I am so sorry, people! Writing the Joker and Batman and stuff is new to me, and it's really haaaard! And I've always had problems with OOCness, you know that, right? God, read my other stories and you'll know. This isn't over yet, people! The next chapter will be LOOOOOOONG cuz I REALLY want to finish this. REALLY REALLY DO.
I am SO SORRY I'm cutting this short! I have a load of put-off homework, and now I have to watch the Dark Knight to get these people into character. That and I just REALLY want to see it.
Once again I'm sorry! I'll get back to this as soon as possible!
Reviewers get a Johnny plushie, and very nice reviewers get a SHMEE (tm) doll that will tell you to burn people's houses down! YAY! Please review, I'm desperate!

Quick Notes-
-YES Elly's name is Ellesandra. PLEASE don't bug me about how stupid the name is! I know, I just wanted her to have a long name for that.
-Diablo means Demon in Spanish. I did NOT choose this name, some other fanfiction writer did.
-Please, please, PLEASE do NOT tell me how stupid I am for writing Joker out of character! I am proud of how IN character Harley is, so don't tell me that she's out of character or I will mutilate you. There are different versions of Harley, people!

Love, Dirge for the Dead