Did you know… Joker's character was based of the villain in the 1940's silent film, "The man who laughs"?

Okay, a little rant.

Everyone, all over a variety of sites are saying how much the elder Batman movies sucked. You know, The Dark Knight and Batman begins wouldn't be near what it is without Tim Burton's version. Before then, Batman was some silly fruit in a blue and grey uniform. So don't talk crap about Tim. Tim is a badass.

However, Michael Keaton I can do without.

I do however love Jack Nicholson. He is also a badass. xD

George Clooney I can live without...

Thinking about Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson together makes me wanna vomit out my organs. haha!

Lmao.

HERES THE CHAPTER.

WTF.

I DON'T OWN THE DARK KNIIIGGHHHT.

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"I kissed a girl and I liked it… The taste of her cherry chap stick! I kissed a girl just to try it, hope my boyfriend don't mind it.." Joker sang, spinning around in the streets. A few wolf whistles came from men passing by as the skirt flew up a little high, showing off some of his thigh. Look at those rhymes. Skills!

Batman frowned, carrying Mary-Sue now. Being with a drag queen was bad enough.. But a singing drag queen? He was losing his damned mind! Even more so than before!

"Joker, shut the hell up before I have to slap a ho." Batman threatened the Joker, who spit his tongue out childishly.

"Why? Jealous of my working vocal chords, Grizzly Adams?" Joker spat.

"Oh that's it. You're dead-" Batman snarled, pulling a machete?!

"HOLY HELL! WHERE WERE YOU KEEPING THAT THING, MAN?!" Joker flipped out, jumping backwards.

"Hey!" Mary-Sue spoke up weakly. Her bullet wound was getting bad now, gushing massive amounts of blood that washed over Batman like an awesome wave…

Ew. Haha.

"It's Arkham. Angry-Sue is here… She's the only one that can stop the Scarecrow now.." Mary-Sue mumbled, with the utmost hope in her sister.

"Maybe we could just call the authorities. It might not be too late, plus.." Joker shrugged. "It would save us the trouble of breaking out your sister and committing a felony. Let's to things the legal way!" Joker winked, shooting Batman a thumbs up sign.

Batman flashed Joker a different kind of sign, then started up the steps. "No, that would be too simple. The Scarecrow would see it coming, plus, it's too logical for this type of story. We have to go to extremes to make things as impossible as we can. And apparently every cop is a complete and utter moron in this town." Batman nodded towards to patrol men that were grunting at each other, then stoning a little old lady to death.

"Plus, I feel like a badass breaking into an asylum."

Joker rolled his eyes, stomping up the steps in his high heels.

Entering the building, absolutely no security went off. In fact, all the guards had taken a vacation. And instead of doors that required a certain key to enter, everything was wide open and as easy as possible to walk through. They also allowed the patients to freely walk through, even play with the security equipment like tazers and other assorted instruments of medieval torture.

Joker looked shifty eyed. "Have asylums always been like this..?"

"Must be as illogical as possible!" Batman growled.

They soon entered a room that said, "Caution! Crazy Bitch".

"This is it." Mary-Sue said, suddenly her bullet wound was magically healed, not even leaving a scar on her perfect porcelain skin, and she entered the room.

A black-haired angel looked up, beautiful blue eyes glistening. She was in a straight jacket, a mad look in her eyes. Not mad like angry. Mad like… crazy? She had lovely, luscious lips, and the most perfect and flawless skin you've ever seen.

"She's not like all the other girls, she's special. Crazy, insane. Even more insane than the Joker. She enjoys chaos and going on murderous rampages.. She can also start fires with her mind and telekinesis, see into the future, blow things up with her mind, and has psychic abilities. Will anyone ever be able to tame her tortured and wild heart?" Mary-Sue said.

"Are you asking me a question?" Joker asked, cocking a brow.

All three of them laughed, slapping their knees at the hilarity.

"No silly billy banana philly wo-willy!" She giggled, twirling around.

Joker and Batman quickly worked at removing Angry-Sue's restraints.

"You guys should stay away from me." Angry-Sue said darkly. "I'm bad news."

Joker rolled his eyes, and Batman eyed her eerily.

"What made you such a badass, anyway?" Joker snorted.

"I punch babies and kick three-legged puppies. I like to kill middle-aged men because I was raped when I was in the womb. I like to cut out my victim's organs and boil them with a side of glazed carrots. I also cut the sides of my victim's mouths into a smile…" She stared off into space in that evil way when you know shits about to go down.

Joker stared.

"How is that even possible..?"

Angry-Sue glared at Joker with such an animalistic ferocity he shook in his heels.

"You don't know real pain! Do you see these scars?!" She screamed, pointing to her wrists.

"What scars?" Joker questioned, brow raised. There was nothing there?

"It's because my parents never loved me! They dropped me off at the asylum thinking it was a daycare and never came back! No one has ever loved me! I just want to feel.. Emotions, something besides hate and kill."

"Kill isn't an emotion." Joker frowned.

"SILENCE!" She screamed, blowing up cars with her leet psychic skills.

"Angry-Sue, Do you know why we-"

"Brought you?" She finished.

"Yeah, we need to hunt down the-"

"Scarecrow." She finished again.

"How the hell do you-"

"Get those stains out of the carpet?" She finished again.

"Uh… No? How do you keep finishing my-"

"Baked potato." She said.

"Stop doing-"

"My sister."

Batman stopped asking her things now, staring at Angry-Sue. "Wow. You really do have psychic abilities."

"She's so amazing." Mary-Sue agreed.

"I gotta take a piss like Sea biscuit over here." Joker shiftily looked around for a restroom.

"Where will he be, Angry-Sue? Can you see where he's going to dump the fear serum into the water supply assuring our imminent doom? I mean sure, we could just stop drinking water and possibly just drink bottled from out of town, but that's also too logical for this story."

Mary-Sue gave a knowing nod.

"No.. I'm sorry." Angry-Sue looked down, ashamed. "My visions only come when they're unneeded. However, I do know what you did with those three hookers a few nights ago. Is that why you don't drive the bat mobile anymore?"

"What hookers.." Batman said edgily.

"You know, the ones in the bat mobile trunk?"

"What bat mobile?" He then punched her, and she hit the ground with a soft thud, because she's so frail and beautiful, like a fallen goddess or angel from the sky.

"Oh no. She's fainted." Batman said, looking around.

"Eh. Suuure…" Joker spoke, emotionlessly.

"Now what will we do?" Mary-Sue sighed.

"Go to a rave party?" Joker suggested, clinging to lime green and purple glo-sticks.

"No… I've got a better idea. We need to talk to Lucious, now let's go! THUNDERCATS, HO!" He screeched, flapping his batwings and carrying Angry-Sue off.

"He's so dreamy!" Mary-Sue said, eyes sparkly.

"Yeah…" Joker agreed, hands clasped over his heart.

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