Ok, I was once again writing a serious fanfic when I came up with this one… seemed too good an opportunity to miss, enjoy!
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine etc.
Batman for the life of him could not figure out what had happened.
The colours of the Joker's purple coat had faded and after packing him back to Arkham Asylum he wanted to figure out what the joker had been doing that caused it.
It could be very dangerous for all of Gotham; Joker had been known to execute plots while behind bars before… He assumed it must be chemical based and as a result had spent much of the night hunched over a microscope in his chemical lab in the bat-cave.
He had found nothing out of the ordinary.
But he would not admit defeat.
He was the caped crusader, the dark knight who put fear into the hearts or criminals. He would bring them to justice, solve crimes and find out what the hell had happened to this coat!
This was very important, for everyone's health and safety.
Very, very important. The Joker was a genius who could use any amount of ways to get to his victims.
He still couldn't figure this out though.
He nearly smashed the microscope in irritation and glared stonily at Alfred as he approached from behind.
'Sir if I may…'
'What, Alfred?' Bruce snapped. He couldn't possibly imagine what Alfred could know that he hadn't thought of yet.
'Well sir, it appears to me that the Joker's coat was machine washed instead of dry cleaned…'
So Alfred solves the mystery, saves the day and takes his place as the world's greatest detective. Hey, he has hung around the cave long enough!
End ; )
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