"Well, aren't you going to let us in?" asked the Joker.

Alfred was busy contemplating what to do. He snapped back to reality and allowed them to pass.

"Any guest of the master is welcome here. Come in," replied Alfred.

Joker walked in, followed by Harley. Bud and Lou followed close behind, sniffing the ground the whole way. Alfred raised an eyebrow.

"These two will have to stay outside," said Alfred.

"Aw, they're housebroken!" replied Harley.

"I will not have any pets in this house. Period."

"But.....but......puddin?"

"Keep 'em outside, Harl. We don't need them right now."

The two hyenas whined and went back out the door. Alfred shooed them out and closed the door behind them. Instead of staying put at the door though, the two began to explore the vast yard of Wayne Manor.

Back inside, the Joker was looking around, seeing what he can find to steal.

"OooooOOOOooooo....puddin'! Look at this!"

Harley was looking at a certain old grandfather clock. It was probably worth a couple thousand bucks.

"Forget it, Harl. I need to find something around here that will be of real use to me. So, Jeeves. What kind of priceless stuff can I borrow from this fine home?"

"My name is Alfred, and if you must know, we don't have much things lying around the house. Most of the master's worth is tied up in his company. Might I offer you something to drink or eat, perhaps?"

"Sounds good to me! What'cha got?" asked Harley.


:: Iceberg Lounge ::


"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to bring justice," replied the Judge.

"Is that so? Well, you have no reason to be here."

"You are being charged as an accessory to the Joker's crimes."

"Preposterous! We had a deal! You give me the statue and I get no trouble from you!"

"That changed once I found out you helped the Joker."

"As I said before, you've got nothing. If you don't leave here on your own," said Penguin as he pulled out an umbrella from underneath the desk. "Then you'll leave here in a body bag."

The Penguin stood and aimed the umbrella at the Judge. He cocked it and was ready to pull the trigger.

"So, your plea is not guilty? Very well, prepare to face the judgment of the court."

Penguin fired the umbrella. The Judge went back out the door. Penguin followed him out. When he went through the door, he saw nothing. The Penguin began to get really angry. He went out to the dining area. He checked everywhere. As he went towards the kitchen, the Judge came behind him.

The Penguin whirled around and started shooting again. The Judge went to the right and brought his sword down on the Penguin's umbrella. It sliced through, destroying the gun.

"So, you want a swordfight, eh?" squawked the Penguin.

He pulled off the top of the umbrella, revealing a blade underneath. He thrust it at the Judge. The Judge countered.

Thrust.

Evade.

Thrust.

Counter.

Parry.

Thrust.

Block.

Thrust.

Block.

After the block, both the Penguin and the Judge leaned their weight in. They each struggled to gain the upper hand. The Judge reached behind and pulled out his mallet. He swung it at the Penguin's head. It hit him on the left side.

"Oof!"

The Penguin lost his balance. When he got back up, the Judge slammed the mallet into his gut. This sent the Penguin flying across the floor. He slammed his head into a pedestal. This knocked the Penguin out cold.

"The verdict is guilty. Justice has been served."

When the Judge walked outside, he was met by someone.

"You've done well. Now all we need to do is find the Joker. Then no one will be able to bother me again."

"Don't worry; the Joker's day in court will come. Very soon."


:: Wayne Manor ::


"Hoo boy, puddin'! Roasted pheasant!!!" exclaimed Harley.

"Yep, this is one of the perks of being a criminal! Heh heh heh," replied Joker.

"If you'll excuse me, I have some dusting that needs to be taken care of," said Alfred.

Joker raised an eyebrow at this. He slammed his palms on the table and stood up. He walked towards Alfred.

"You know what, Alfie? I think you're going to call the police. Now in my opinion, that would be a bad idea. Of course, I'm not you. However, if you do call the police, it will be the very last thing you do. Got it?"

"Certainly, sir," replied Alfred, not missing a beat. "Enjoy your meal. I'll be back to check on you."

Alfred left, racing to the clock that led into the batcave. When he got down there, he found Tim just finishing up his training exercises.

"Master Timothy! Come, quickly!" exclaimed Alfred.

"What is it?" asked Tim.

"Remember what I told you about Master Bruce?"

"Yeah.....Is something wrong?"

"I would say so! He came here with the Joker and Harley Quinn!"

"WHAT?!?!?!?!"

"Presicsely, sir. What should we do?"

"Dick and Barbara?"

"They left together for a romantic vacation."

"Blech! Well, can't count on them."

"So, who can we count on?"

"I've got someone in mind. He'll probably be willing to help out, if he's not too busy. Here, put this on Bruce. This way, we can track him down." He handed Alfred a tracer.

"Very good, sir."

Alfred went back upstairs to do what Tim had asked. Tim placed a call to the friend. When he was done, he began to suit up. As he was doing that, he heard laughter.

He looked down around the cave, for the laughter echoed all around. It got closer and closer. Robin looked towards the batmobile. Just past it, were two sets of menacing eyes. Bud and Lou had come to play.

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