Michael was stalking. He had blood in mind and would do anything to get his way. The "Bat" was in front of him, taking long strides, hurrying to the scene that Mr. J had created. Michael was stalking.
Holding his knife, keeping his pace steady, he turned the corner behind this "Bat" just in time to press play on his tape recorder. The Halloween theme song blared, causing the "Bat" to slow, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Michael was stalking.
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"Where did Mikey go?" Mr. J asked himself.
Humming delightedly, he began to look through his paper. He felt a bit ridiculous as he sat waiting for mike.
"Blah, blah ,blah," he mumbled as he read. "Stupid Gotham Mimes." Uncomfortably he shifted on the bench. The old lady next to him glared. "The Gotham Times has lost its touch," he explained.
The old woman rolled her eyes. She must've been blind to not realize who sat next to her…
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Michael was still stalking. Batman finally stopped and turned around, allowing Michael to take a few extra steps and thrust his knife into…the chest armor of Batman. THE CHEST ARMOR OF BATMAN. What the flying fuck was he doing wearing CHEST ARMOR when he was the ENEMY of people who are trying to KILL him? That totally defeated the purpose…
Michael was angry now, and out of frustration he grabbed Batman and hoisted him in the air, carrying him to where Mr. J sat on the bench. He then threw Batman at Mr. J's feet.
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It took Mr. Jay a long moment to regain his wits. The Bat lay at his feet and Michael stood waiting for his response like a puppy.
Slowly he extended his arms and began to applaud. A smile, almost a smirk, crept onto his face and burst into a cackle.
"Hahahahahahahaaaaa! Very good, Mickey!" He jumped nimbly to his feet, sneering at Batman. The laughter continued as he skipped about the Bat's body. Delightedly he began making buzzing sounds and jumping up and down. He jumped on the Bat's stomach, again cackling.
"I win this time," he snickered, kicking the body. The Bat groaned in defeat. "C'mon Mikey," The Joker cackled, walking away.
The old lady sat dumbfounded as the killers skipped (or stalked, in Mikey's case) away.
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