A/N: Thanks to those of you who reviewed the first chapter. :) I'd do my usual review replies thing, but I'm afraid that I'm really pressed for time right now and I'm already worried that I won't be able to finish this. Sorry, but I hope you understand.

Anyway, I'm feeling really dumb right now because I forgot that "Cave" came before "Cold" so I worked on my entry for the latter word for the last few days until I checked it again due to completely forgetting what the last word was. :\ Oh well, this one was pretty random and the third one's probably gonna be the longest one of these anyway, so maybe that's a good thing.

Disclaimer: There is no way that I own Batman, let alone this version/incarnation of it (2004 show, because I'm lame and unfamiliar with most others). Given some of my experiences with some of the (anti-)fanbase, I don't think I'd want to own the rights to it, either.


Chapter 2: Cave

"Whaddya think the Bat-Cave is like, Pengsy?"

The short, well-dressed redhead shifted his attention away from the perched owl that he was looking over and gave Harley Quinn a quizzical stare. "Why are you asking? It's not like I've been in there before."

"I know that, silly," the clown girl chuckled, "but I want to know what you think it looks like. You know, use your imagination."

"Why do you want to know what I think it looks like?"

"Curiosity," she answered, shrugging as she did.

Penguin rolled his eyes and sighed. "You're not gonna leave me alone until I do this, are you?"

Quinn, still smiling at him, shook her head. "Nope."

"I thought so," he mumbled. He turned around to face her and then tried to think of how to answer her question. It was strange; he'd occasionally thought about it a few times before, but he never actually expected anyone else to ask him about it. "Well, it'd have to be pretty big in order to keep stuff like his Batmobile in there."

"Well of course, but do you think it's a real cave, or do you think that's just what he calls his secret lair that's really just some building he has somewhere?"

He scoffed. "Knowing him, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a real cave."

"With stalactites and stalagmites?"

"Possibly, though not too many since-"

"And real bats in it?"

"Maybe there were a few in it at one time or another, but-"

"If it's a real cave, then where do you think he keeps all of his weapons and gadgets?"

"Are you going to let me finish?" he asked in annoyance.

"Sorry," she replied sheepishly. "I guess I just got a little too excited."

Penguin rose an eyebrow at her. "Excited? Over what? You find this conversation exciting?"

Quinn shrugged. "Well, no, but... I guess I'm just glad that you're finally talking to me. I mean, you and I hardly see each other, let alone talk, so having you talk about something with me is kinda interesting."

Penguin placed a hand on his chin and thought about it for a moment. "Huh, you're right. For the few times we've met, we've hardly ever said anything to each other."

"Exactly; usually we're always up to something and end up being too busy to stop and do anything...well, normal." She paused. "Well, as normal as anything involving people like us can get anyway."

"Right... but why bring up the Bat-Cave, though?"

Quinn smiled and gave a small shrug. "Why not? It got your attention, didn't it?"

Penguin nodded and ended up smiling back at her. "That it did."


A/N: ...This ended in a completely different way from how I originally thought it would. (This was going to be slightly longer, but like I said, I'm pressed for time and really there was little else to write.) How does that keep happening?

The next chapter should be ready soon, and just a heads-up, it's gonna be a bit darker than the rest of these. It'll be the odd one out in that respect.