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CHAPTER 4:

Tim removed his mask, cape and red-vest.

"Ooh! Save us from mister hot!" Dinah laughed at Tim's skinny little self.

"Ha, ha, very funny!" he tossed his 'suit' into a near by- chair, but didn't noticed that it fell to the floor.

"Guys shoo!" Babs ordered, blowing on her finger.

All three of them could hear foot steps coming from the bed room. Tim tried to jerk his way in but was stopped by Barbara's hand.

A shadow confirmed that a 'man' was inside the house –

"Well HELLO there!" Babs' eyes got wide open. The creature from her nightmares came back!

"Joker!" Dinah exclaimed, but then, two heavy, big arms jerked her mouth and yanked her to the corner. And this was no ordinary man – it was Bane. Then, two hands attacked at Tim also – actually, two henchmen. And the clown prince of crime laughed as Babs was held tightly by two other.

He moved towards the Black Canary and shot his mischievous smile.

"Oh! So formal? Why don't you call me 'Uncle J'? every one does y'know."

"Go to hell." Babs cursed.

"OH! Heavens forbid! Why would I go and do such a thing? Oh and by the way, have you heard from you father lately hmm?"

"Dad?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM YOU SON OF A BI--"

"OH! Don't you worry your sweet little brain off! He is fine! In fact, I my self need to talk to him. What was the phone number again? Oh no wait! I have a better idea! Let's call you boy friend! What was his name again? Dicky? Dicky Grayson? Oh isn't it such a sweet name? Wayne's foster son is he? Well, that'd do just fine! Just fine and tidy!" He shoved Barbara's cord-less phone and dialed a number.

Beep, beep. Dick was swinging through the night sky when he heard his cell-phone ring. "Ugh! Now what?" he tapped on his ear-piece twice. "Hello?"

"Hello Dicky." Sneered a sinister voice.

"Who . . . is this?"

"Why, I am SHOCKED! Don't you remember good ol' Uncle J?"

"Joker?"

"HAHAHAHAHA" That confirmed it. "Listen, wise guy. I've got your gal pal and her two little buddy friends here . . . now, if you ever want to see them alive . . ."

"BABS?!"

"OH goody! You guessed it!"

"If you lay one finger on her I'll tear you into pieces!"

"PHA! Pish-tush. Listen, I want 2 billion dollars . . . no . . . make that 2 ZILLION dollars! Ha ha! That's about 6 more '0's than billion! Ok, so I want 2 zillion dollars by the next 8 o' clock P.M! hmm . . . wait! That doesn't rhyme - - I meant by the next 8 PM o' clock! Of course if you don't . . . I've got my gun pinned down next your sweet heart's temple. HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Wait! Where are yo . . ." click.

And with that . . . Nightwing was left with nothing but a long beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. He turned his head towards the bridge that separates the two cities and shot a grappling hook towards it.

The Batcave:

Alfred came from a top of the stairs. "Master Bruce?"

"Yes?"

"Are you still working in front of that computer sir? You know you could ruin you eyes."

"My eyes are the least of my worries now Alfred . . ."

"What's wrong sir?"

"Joker . . . is still at large and . . ." Batman got up from his chair, "He has Barbara hostage."

At a warehouse, some where in the north part of Gotham.

A very short and tubby man guarded by 4 other men entered inside.

"Have you got the plans yet?" A very tall man, nearly 8foot in height, whispered.

"Yes, Ronald." The shorter man squealed and revealed a briefcase. Ronald Deasmond –aka- Block Buster took it. "Hmm . . . perfect."

TBC

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