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Joker laughed at the man who was standing in front of him, fists raised, "Oh, c'mon Brucey why not make this easy and just hand that check over?"
Bruce kicked at a clown that had strayed to near, while Joker raised a hand to keep the others at bay,
"Since when are you so interested in money that you would follow me here?" He snarled, making sure his fighting style looked sloppy so he wouldn't raise Joker's suspicions.
" Well, I am conducting a few experiments, I need a new coat of paint for my fun house and of course…I love kids." He smiled at Wally, who gulped and took an involuntary step back and ran into the waiting arms of a stooped henchman,
"Good job, Bonzo…Bring him here. " Obediently the man carried the kicking child towards the Joker, dropping him quickly into the other man's arms before stepping back into the circle. Bruce stepped forward and glared at Joker,
" Put him down…he doesn't have anything to do with this."
"On the contrary, I think he makes an excellent bargaining chip." He gave Wally a hard shake, stopping his new attempt to free himself, he then waved to his cohorts who began circling Wayne, each pulling out a small hand held knife.
Quickly Bruce raised his fists and braced himself as the first clown jumped.
The expected blow never came, instead of coming down after jumping the clown rose higher and higher until he fell onto several of his comrades,
"Are you okay?" A worried voice questioned him; Bruce looked up and saw Superman hovering next to him,
" Fine. Thanks." He answered, not showing any sign of prior knowledge with the superhero, who had busied himself by sending a not to bright clown sailing into the growing pile. The remaining clowns began stepping back, none wanting to tangle with the Man of Steel; even Joker's smile was a little less smug.
" What are you waiting for? Get him!" Joker shrieked causing Wally to wince and Bruce to turn his attention back to the villain.
Superman moved off the platform, forcing the rest of the clowns to follow him in order to carry out their boss's order,
" Gerroff! " Wally yelled, sending his foot backwards into Joker's thigh, the older man groaned but tightened his hold on the red-head, " Nice try, kid." He leveled his gaze with Bruce, watching the fighting out of the corners of his eyes,
" Now that the Boy Scout is busy with his lil' pow-wow, what say you and me get back to business?" He felt his anger rise when his intended victim did not respond, this was turning out to be harder then he had originally planned.
With practiced ease he flipped off the platform, carrying Wally with him. He then turned back to Bruce, who had a look of panic on his face and began running the other way,
" Pretty boys are always chicken." Joker commented, giving Wally another one of his shrewd smiles,
" He's not chicken! He's—" Joker shook him again,
" I don't care what he is." He snapped, pulling Wally into the crumbling north half of the orphanage,
" Looks like you and all your little friends will be out of a home, sorry."
" No your not. Put me down!"
" Listen kid, I'll put you down when Bruce Wayne hands me that check!"
A shadow passed behind the pair,
" I though I'd find you here, Joker." A dark voice called from behind them. Joker whipped around and came face to face with the Dark Knight himself, Batman.