:: In another city ::


A man entered an apartment. He had just finished his day job. Things were quiet for a change, and he was really enjoying the welcome bit of rest. As he got undressed, he checked his answering machine. It was blinking, so he pushed the button.

You have one new message.

"Hey, are you there? Hmmm, guess not. Well I hope you get this message soon. A friend in Gotham needs your help. It's really urgent."

"Well, so much for having a nice quiet weekend," the man said. He quickly changed and flew out the window.


:: Wayne Manor ::


Alfred had checked on the monitors to see if Joker and Harley were still eating. Satisfied that they were, he quickly came out of the Batcave's entrance. The clock clicked back into place and Alfred went to the kitchen.

"I trust that everything is to your liking?" asked Alfred.

"MMhhrrrpphhhhmmm...." mumbled Harley as she chewed.

"Yes, yes, it's all fine and dandy. Finish up Harl, we've still got things to do for the evening," said the Joker.

"Something wrong, puddin'?" asked Harley as she swallowed.

"This place is giving me the creeps. Not enough fun things to do around here." Suddenly the Joker grinned. "That's it! This whole place needs a Joker makeover! HA HA HA HA HA!"

Alfred grimaced at the thought.

"Pardon my asking, sir, but just what do you intend to do?" asked Alfred.

"This place needs a little fun! You've got a yard the size of three football fields! Ever think about putting in a private golf course? Maybe a bowling alley?"

"Um, well, no....."said Alfred, a bit perplexed.

"Well, if I'm going to continue to stay here, then that's what this place needs! Come on, Harl! It's time to go! You too, Wayne."

"OOooooOO! Shopping!" exclaimed Harley.

Alfred walked up to Bruce.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" asked the Joker, suddenly brandishing a gun.

"I can't have the master going out like this. He needs a little tidying up," replied Alfred, concealing his nervousness.

Alfred straightened his tie, pulled the collar back down, and fixed the lapels on his coat. As he did that, he placed the tiny transmitter underneath the lapel. Finally, he brushed Bruce off a little.

"There, all taken care of."

"Hmph," said the Joker as he put away the gun. "Let's just go...."

"Hey Al, you got a hyena bag?" asked Harley.

Joker rolled his eyes. "Harl, quit trying to be funny. Leave that for us comedians."

You should take your own advice, thought Alfred.

Harley stuck her tongue out at the Joker behind his back. They all left, Harley taking the leftover meat in a bag. As she went outside, she called for her pets.

"Babies! Oh baaaaabies! I've got some yummy treats for you!!"

Harley waited for them to come rushing to the door, but nothing happened.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAABIIIIIEEEEES!!!!!" screamed Harley.

"AHHHHH!!!!!" squealed the Joker, covering his ears. "Shut up Harl! You'll wake the entire city from way out here if you keep it up!"

"I wonder what kind of trouble those two have gotten into?" said Harley.


:: In the Batcave ::


Bud and Lou had made their way into the cave. They were sniffing around when they caught a familiar scent. They rushed to it. Suddenly, they were growling at the Batmoblie.

Whew, thought Robin. At least they haven't noticed me yet.

They continued on their rant, when suddenly, Bud lifts up his hind leg. He starts peeing on the Batmobile's wheel. After he's done, both of the hyenas started cackling as if they knew what kind of a prank they had just pulled.

A flicker of movement above caught Lou's eye. He viciously turned his head towards it. There he stood. The little runt that helps the big, mean bat-creature constantly take their mommy and daddy away. Lou snarled, which caught Bud's attention. He turned his head, and snarled as well. Immediately, they both raced up to the little helper.

"Oh great, I'm in trouble now!" said Robin.

He raced over to the training equipment. He took a hold of the uneven bars. He swung around the bottom one, and then reached for the top one. By this time, the pair of hyenas had caught up to Robin. They tried to bite his legs, but he was too high up. Then, Robin vaulted from the top bar to a set of rings that was even higher up.

The hyenas still followed, nipping at the feet of Robin. Time after time they tried, but without success. As they tried again, they were suddenly caught in midair. Taken by their necks, the hyenas had no choice but to leave the cave. Robin heard a yelp as they were thrown out.

Robin fell to the floor, realizing that everything was safe. He smiled when he saw who had rescued him. Dressed in his typical red and blue costume, Superman was hovering a few feet above the ground.

"You mentioned you needed my help?"