Hello! Ignore that I am 2 days late please, it's the half term and weekends and week days are all the same to me.

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Batman watched as the Joker hopelessly coughed up blood onto the grimy floor, he gripped his nose and he heard a snap as the clown put it back into place, he didn't even flinch. The vigilante was still trying to comprehend what happened, what was the man? How could his attacks go right through him while the Joker hit his target?

The Joker was looking up at him, blinking as he turned his attention from him to the wall. His nose began bleeding again, and he could swear he could see the scarred man's eyes water.

He rubbed his nose and mumbled something that the Batman couldn't hear. Then his eyes became clearer and he focused on the dark knight again.

"Hey Bats." He said with a pained voice.

"What is going on?" He said, looking over to the dark path in front of him.

The Joker shrugged and pushed himself off the floor, "Your guess is as good as mine." He started to dust of his clothes.

The Batman turned to him, "I think you're lying."

"I'm a man of my word." He smiled.

The Batman wanted to carry on questioning him, honestly, he wanted to turn to violence but the Joker hadn't done anything wrong lately, except for escaping from Arkham. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with the questions and he was too tired to care, however he knew he had to. His body felt drained and he just wanted everything bad to stop and leave him alone.

"He seemed to know you."

The Batman looked over, questioningly.

"That man, if you could call it that, he knew you. I don't think you've been very truthful to me either." The clown looked smug.

He thought hard about answering, finally, "I think he's been following me." After a few silent minuets Batman spoke, "We shouldn't be out in the open at night."

"Aww, Bats, I think you've been kicked off your own turf."

He ignored him, "I know where we can talk."

"Whoa, wait a moment. Talk?" He suddenly looked excited, "Are we going to the BatCave?!"

Batman walked passed him, out into the street, "Never. Try and keep up." And with that he sprinted down the road.

The Joker casually walked out of the alley, "Ooh, I think I'm it." He grinned, and began chasing the Bat down.

He found himself climbing a fire escape on the side on some random building. He had seen the Bat go inside the window just as he turned the corner, the window of the top floor.

As he crept through the windowpane, he sat on the ledge of it, "Why are we here? You don't live here, do you?"

"No, but some of your clowns stayed here for a while, looks like they're gone now."

The Joker spied a few beer bottles on the table, "Yeah, it was them. Never could clean up after themselves. You never answered my question; why are we here?"

"To talk." He said shortly.

"About the ghost-man? I just met him; he's a bit aggressive, dark, mysterious. Like you! Sure he's not a long lost brother or something?"

"That doesn't make sense."

The Joker jumped down from the windowsill, a wide smile on his face, "Yeah it does, he's sure got the colour right. He's also good at appearing out of nowhere, I'm sure you're related. He's got a good aim too" He nodded, rubbing his nose.

"Don't be stupid. That was the first time you've seen him?"

He nodded again.

"Did he say anything?"

He shook his head.

The Bat gave him a death glare, "Ok, ok. He said I needed to make a choice; apparently saving your life was one. Your turn!"

"He told me I had to keep out of business that I wasn't a part of." The Bat said reluctantly.

The silence stretched on until the Joker broke it with howls of laughter but, with his sore throat and recovering lungs, he ended up coughing and laughing at the same time, seeming unable to stop himself. The Batman clenched his fists, he didn't know why talking to the clown was a good idea, he blamed it on the exhaustion.

He was just about to shut him up by force when he went suddenly quite; the window had slammed shut leaving an eerie iciness in the room.

"That was just the wind, right?" He said with a hoarse voice.

The Batman didn't answer; he scanned the room hoping that nothing else was going to happen tonight.

The Joker rubbed his forehead, the ache rising again. He didn't want to think about what his brain-evil wanted, he wasn't very happy with him earlier. He was lucky he got out with a nose bleed last time.

"I think we should get out of here." He said while he rubbed his throat and making his way to the window. He tried to open it but it refused, "We've got a problem Bats."

The Batman turned away from the door, nodding in confirmation. "Are you sure you told me everything?"

"Uh, I told you everything you asked for."

A quiet, breeze-like cold drafted through the room, the Joker shivered involuntarily. He needed to know what was going on and there was one person who knew.

'Hey, what's going on?'

'You made your choice.'

"But that's not fair, I never understood, I don't know what's going on!" He shouted, abruptly breaking the silence almost making himself jump, he peeked up at the Batman, who studied him intently.

'Oh, don't worry, they won't kill you.'

"'They'? Who's they?" He completely ignored the Bat now, who was looking, investigating, the room. Both were waiting for something to happen, and Batman was even more confused about the Joker's ramblings to himself.

"Ok, you're telling me that I wasn't asking the right questions. Answer this one, who were you talking to, because it wasn't me." The Batman said.

"That's none of your business-"

"It could be important."

"You would just call me crazy!"

Both of their voices were raised to the point of shouting, after they stopped, the silence grew to the point of deafening.

An echoing chuckle ended the silence from the corner of the room, "You two are very amusing."

Both the Bat and the clown looked towards the noise. The shadow figure stepped out of the darkness, "I honestly wanted it to end in a fight."

"No, no. You're not meant to be here." The Joker shot at him.

"I'm everywhere so I can say that that sentence makes no sense."

"What do you mean?" The Batman asked.

"Every dark room, every shadowed area, these are the places I reside," he chuckled, "I have seen you quite a lot, Batman, and I don't like sharing my home. But that is a conflict we will resolve later, right now…" He turned towards the Joker, "You may have made your choice, but we still want the items. Where are they?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. And if you're so great and live everywhere, then why cant you find them?"

"The sunlight Joker," The Batman said, "You escaped during the day."

The Joker grinned, "Oh yeah! Don't like daylight, do ya?" He asked, mockingly.

"That soon won't be a problem." The shadow said, sounding irritated. "Well, if you're not going to tell me, then I can get straight to business. It would have been easier, you know, just to tell me."

"How so?" Batman asked.

The shadow chuckled darkly, "We've got someone on the inside." He stared at the Joker, though you couldn't see any features on him, he turned his head towards the clown.

The Joker paled, just at that moment the pounding in his head grew. 'Damn. I should have known they were connected.'

Before he could say anything, the Joker was flung from his feet into the wall behind him. The shadow materialised in front of him and dragged him up the collar.

The Joker saw the Bat trying to open the door from the corner of his eye, 'Clever Bats, looks like I'll have to sort this out on my own.' He braced himself as he was thrown onto the table, the breath was knocked out of him but despite this he rolled off the table, dodging the punch that was aimed for his head. The table broke and collapsed to the floor, the Joker grabbed the wooden leg of and swung it around as he stood up, aiming for the neck.

The Batman, while trying to find and escape route and avoiding the fighting, was still trying to figure out what the shadow meant by 'someone on the inside'. He knew that the Joker wasn't telling him everything, now, if they survived this, he would need to find a way to pry the information out of him.

The Joker was holding back the wooden table leg away from his face; the splinters looked really pointy from his position. He felt his arms become weaker as his headache strengthened, 'Could you give me a break?'

The beast only growled.

'Wow, someone's in a bad mood today.' He smirked but there really was no emotion behind it.

He felt something warm run down his face to his lip, he instinctively licked his lips and tasted blood.

The Joker winced as the shadow pushed harder, he felt his knee's beginning to shake, "Bats, you found an exit yet?"

He didn't get an answer.

"Bats?"

As soon as he took his eyes of the shadow, there was a huge flash and deafening bang. He was dragged away blind, his eyes began watering and then there was a smash and cool air on his face.

He wasn't sure what happened but when his vision returned, he was outside, sitting on a roof, with the Bat standing on the edge of the building.

He rubbed his eyes and hopped up, making his way to the Batman.

"Nice idea Bats, portable light, coulda warned me though. Maybe of used a torch."

The Batman shook his head, "I want to know what connection you have with that… Thing."

"I have no connection…" The Joker trailed off. He didn't want to continue, he didn't know how to. He wiped the blood off his lip and stared at the city landscape.

"He wanted something, what was it?" The Batman's voice was monotonous.

The Joker sighed, "I found a box, in Arkham, it was full of weird stuff."

"Weird stuff?" The Batman wished he could be more informative.

The Joker took a quick look behind him, "There was a weird book, I couldn't read it though, the pages were full of symbols…"

"Show me."

The Joker looked up at him, "I know you probably know more than one language but I don't think this counts." Suddenly a thought struck him, "Oh wait, you're the greatest detective, aren't you? Sure." He smiled up at the sky and took a deep breath. "Maybe I'll tell you later." He mumbled.

"What?"

Pain burst through his body, and he started shaking violently, he gripped his head. Everything around him became a blur; he heard a crack and felt something hold his shoulders, shaking them slightly.

'No, no, no, not now.'

"Bats… Run…" The Joker chocked as his airways were closed once again, his vision began to fail him.

I dunno what I think about this one.

... I guess I need your point of view of it... Yes that means reviews! XD