"Ya know puddin I really miss the bat," laying across the desk on her stomach Harley Quinn reached up to run a hand through Joker's hair, "It aint the same without him comin along and ruinin your plan like he always does." Twirling a piece of green hair between her forefinger and thumb one second she was surprised to find her self on the floor looking up from her back. There above her stood her sweet Mr. J glaring at her hand raised as if to strike her.
"What was that Harley!" he bellowed at her bring the back of the hand across her cheek, "Are you saying I'm a buffoon, that I couldn't be this great with Batman still around?" His white face would be flaming red if the nerves were still able.
"If she isn't saying it I will," a voice from the darkness answers. This new voice takes Jokers concentration and furry off of Harley so he scan the corners of the room. A room which he had thought was lit well enough not to allow someone any hiding places. A room empty enough that one could see it all from any point. Yet here was a voice mocking him that he could not find the speaker. "You're not even funny Joker. Crown prince of crime? Ha don't make me laugh. More like gutter trash of slime."
A batarang soars down from the ceiling hitting him squarely in the jaw. Staggering a few steps back he looks up in the direction the weapon had descended from. It is there that he sees the silhouette of a man descending, a man dressed in complete black except the blue symbol on his chest. A bird of some kind is what it seems to resemble. The wings run down the mans arms and the Joker just stares. Finally he speaks, "You're not the Bat."
"I'm surprised you could figure that out all by your self with out any help." This new comers face still hidden in shadow but Joker hears a familiarity to the voice. Then from the shadows the figure steps to revel his face.
"Your looking quite different tonight bird brain," Is the only reply the figure receives before being hit from behind with a big red boxing glove. A glove that the one figure the other two had forgotten about; Harley Quinn comes and stands over the fallen form of the intruder.
"Aint no one talking to my puddin like that. Aint that right Mr. J" A huge smile was upon her face awaiting approval from the man she yearned for.
"Quite right Harley dear," He smiled back at her an evil glint in his eye, "Tie him up." So the brat had gotten a new costume this was very interesting to say the least. Why would the faithful sidekick take on a new persona if the Bat was still around? "And make sure he doesn't have any gadgets to get free okay?" He turned to leave her to her work but turned back quickly. Making his way over to her he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Oh and good job darling." It was time to plan a major job now that he was sure Batman was no longer a problem. As he walked away one of his ominous laughs filled the lair.
Word from the author
Another short little entry into the story hope you enjoy it. I can let you know now my plans for updating it. Two days two short chapters then I take a day off to come back and do two more short chapters. So Two, none, Two. Hope that makes since. Just hope you're having as much fun reading this as I am writing it.