Author's Note: Play the theme song here. Hum it if you have to, but get it done. IT'S ESSENTIAL!
"Alfred, can you hear me?" Batman set the Batmobile's autopilot on course for Arkham Asylum and activated his comm link to the Batcave.
"Loud and clear, Sir. I take it that you've made plans for yourself this evening?" Replied the professional and firm voice of Bruce Wayne's faithful butler.
"As it happens, I have, Alfred. I'm taking a trip to Arkham to have a little chat with the Joker and the Scarecrow."
"Is there nothing that you won't do to avoid a proper social life?" Said Alfred stiffly. "I'll access the recent patient reports for Mr. Crane and the Joker and have them transferred to you immediately."
"Thanks, Alfred. Call Oracle and get her on the line. I need to her take a look at the chemicals we found and see what kinds of compounds can be formed."
"No need, Bruce, I'm already here." The voice of a young woman joined the conversation; Barbara Gordon, the former Batgirl who had been paralyzed from the waist down by the Joker and now aided Batman from her headquarters in the Gotham City Clock Tower. "What do you need?
"We managed to intercept the shipment. I'm sending an inventory list of the chemical compounds that we found in the shipping container. I need a full analysis on the compounds that could be made with them."
"I knew you'd be able to do it. Anything interesting happen?" Oracle asked pointedly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb, Bruce. I can practically smell the pheromones that you two give off from he- Oh, no... This really is bad... This was on it's way to Arkham Island?"
"So I take it that you're seeming the same patterns that I am?" Batman said grimly.
"I can tell you right now that nothing good can come mixing these chemicals. Probably nothing legal, for that matter."
"Diana took the shipment back to the watchtower. Have J'onn transport you up if you need samples. I'm at the Asylum. I'll get back to you later."
Batman closed the connection and resumed control of the Batmobile just in time to swerve to a halt directly in front of the Intensive Treatment building. He opened the roof and jumped out of the car, storming through the entrance to the building. He marched directly up to the front desk, wearing his most pronounced scowl.
"I want to see the Scarecrow. NOW." He growled at the orderly, who nearly jumped out of his skin.
"I'm sorry, sir, But M-Mr. Crane is in isolation because of an incident last month. N-no visitors." The orderly stood stock still for a moment, attempting to gauge Batman's reaction. The Dark Knight glowered for a moment, before reaching into his belt and pulling out a memory card. He slammed it down on the table, causing the orderly to jump half a foot in the air.
"I want complete security footage from his cell's camera. I'll expect it by the time I'm finished with the Joker."
"The J-Joker? Hold on, he's a high security prisoner! I don't think you can just-" Batman ignored the orderly's protests and had vanished before he could complete a sentence.
The Joker was lounging on the bed in his cell, laughing at the ceiling to pass the time when Batman appeared out of thin air outside of his glass door.
"Well, well, well..." Joker chuckled. "If it isn't my bestest friend in the world, the Batman! You wouldn't believe how long it's been since I've had a visitor! Well, Harley stopped by to hump the glass for about ten minutes before they locked her up again, but if I'm being honest, I find you much more entertaining." He grinned devilishly and jumped off the bed, pulling up a chair in front of the glass. "So, Bats, what do want want to talk about? I'm all ears."
"Save it. I know about the chemical shipments that you've been sneaking in."
"Me?" The Joker sputtered in mock indignation. "Well I never. Would I do such a thing?" He let out a mad giggle.
"There were chemicals from your toxin, on their way here. I want to know why."
"You forgot the magic word, BatBrain! Would it kill you to be polite for once? You know... You might even learn something!" He finished, barely bothering to conceal the mischievous gleam in his eye.
"You're planning something." Batman growled. "And mark my words, I will find out what."
"Not this time, Bats." The Joker rubbed his hands together. "This time, I'm not planning anything. I'm just the... Entertainment." He let loose a mad cackle.
Batman looked around, realizing his error just a second too late. A small canister fell from the ceiling and landed at his feet. He tried to jump away, but before he could, the canister began to emit a huge cloud of thick, purple gas that filled the entire corridor. As his vision faded, Batman heard the Joker's cell door slide open, and the sound of boots marching down the hall. He heard the sound of guns clicking, and he felt the Joker's pointed shoe connect with his face. Mad laughter and hands grabbing him under the shoulder were the last things he remembered as he faded into semi-conciousness.
Author's Note: Hm. I wonder what's going on here? Anybody have predictions? Want to guess who's speaking in the summary? Remember, I love a review. So questions, criticisms, or corrections, send 'em my way. The next update should be up pretty soon.