Layne POV
"Joker!" I managed to cry out from in between the bat's strong and still incredibly annoying grasp. He turned towards the clown and scowled at him.
"I lay my hands on anyone I need to in order to protect this city." The Joker and I cackled simultaneously.
"Oooo, Kinky," I grinned, "Are you this clingy with him too?"
"QUIET!" Big-Bat-The-Idiot roared, " And what about you Joker, you going to come over here and fight me too, or are you going to stand back and watch me take down your competition for you?"
I hissed through my teeth, and scowled, "Competition? What competition? I work WITH the Joker! Right buddy ol' Pal?" I struggled fiercely in his grasp, kicking my feet repetitively at what I quickly realized was a weak spot in the big bird's armor. The Bat seemed to look towards the Joker, his arch enemy, for guidance, and this struck me as so funny I began doubling over with laughter. Well, as best as I could in my touchy-feely prison. Batman threw me down on the ground and shamefully, I cried out.
"What the hell you do that for bat boy? I can go now, huh? Do I have your permission? Idiot." I finished in a mumble as I half scrambled, half crab-walked towards the Joker. The Bat roared his fake voice box roar and shot a death spike at me from his wrist cuff. The sissy. It missed me by a centimeter, and I rolled to dodge it, managing to unsheathe my knife from my pocket in the process. I lay immobile for a moment, too wary to move.
Joker POV
"Alright, alright. ENOUGH!" I roared, almost demonically, then in a crazed near whisper, "enough." I sauntered over towards the Bat, made for attacking him, and reeled back, giggling as he dodged frantically from a blow that never came.
"Lets settle this like we always do Batsy, you beating me to a pulp until I manage to trick you and heroically come out the victor!" I lunged at him so suddenly that I managed to tackle him to the ground and pin him long enough to mockingly whisper in his ear, "that's right, I'm a HERO. Anyone who can pose a challenge to you is a hero. Why, you - your just a menace!" Batsy sprung up from underneath me in a fit of self-righteous rage, sending me sprawling right next to Layne, who looked at me with such fierce determination that I knew he couldn't take just sitting back and watching any longer. Ha. That's my boy. I grabbed his arm and hauled him up brutally as I sprung to my feet with cat like ease.
"You're outnumbered now, Batman." I spat, "Who do you have left to turn to? Who could be of any use to perfect, indispensable, YOU??" I sprinted forwards, knife in hand, and managed to slice through a soft spot in his armor and as a result, a centimeter or two of soft, welcoming flesh. The very same arm came crashing down on my head, and I managed to laugh maniacally even as I saw stars and went flying backwards towards the ground. That's when I heard Layne yell a deep, angry, and wordless scream, and hurl himself at the Batman's waist so fast and so forcefully that wimpy little bat boy fell off his perch and went tumbling down. Layne began punching him with a speed I thought only I could muster, laying two blows directly to Batman's very exposed chin and immediately after having to wrestle down a very persistent bat arm, er wing, before he got clobbered in the head again.
He grinned a twisted grin at me, and then down at his victim, "3, 2, 1, Down!" He cried, patting the ground forcefully in a sick mimicry of a wrestling referee. He snarled and twisted the Bat's arm so fast I heard a brief crackle and then a veeeery satisfying SNAP. And all Gordon's horses and all Harvey's Men, couldn't put Batman together again! This idea struck me as so funny that I decided to go do the boy a favor and help him out again, not that he needed it, but hey, what could a little extra spilled rodent blood hurt? I sauntered over towards them again, even more calmly and mocking than before. Then I brought my foot, extendable knife and all, crashing down on Batman's knee. He had enough dignity to not cry out quite as loud and pathetically as he did the last time as the two of us cackled at the sound of another crunching bone.
"Snap, crackle, POP!" I screeched! "Too bad I don't have any milk to pour over you, I'm sure you wouldn't object to being a tasty high- protein snack to my henchmen at this point. They'd be SO happy. I usually only allow them gruel..." He spat in my eye, and I responded by bringing a fist down HARD on his poor wittle knee. I pouted mockingly, "awww, did that hurt? HAHAHAHAAA. Too. Bad."
Layne and I both knew at this point that killing him would be too easy, and so our job was basically done. I acknowledged with one quick look that I would allow him the last bit of fun.
"Simon says 'lights out' Bats," He growled, before delivering a nice right- hook to the humiliated creature's already bloody jaw. The final blow. I grinned as I got up off the ground and brushed off my pants and back casually. I should go buy the kid a shiny new knife later. He deserved it.