So...LOL I don't think this story is going to be too serious anymore. xD I can't take this pairing seriously

as awesome as it would be irl

they have to be so ooc for it to work xD

and sorry for no update, I lose interest real easy but the reviews made me want to continue a little 3

the next chapter will be another episode in my own words again sort of

so please review and write me! c:

"And we open the scene with me, the main character sitting in his studio doing some..thinking."

Joker was laying sideways upon his ridiculous purple armchair. He had his head back, looking at everything upside down. Eventually he'd get a little lightheaded and tilt himself up before he'd pass out, but it was the same thing for the past half hour.

"Ever since he has arrived out of Arkham, he seems to be dwindling on some things. Some things, well, that you readers may not find so in-character of our poor clown."

He'd frown, a little more than required, and stare at the sock puppets on his hands. Of course, it was he and the bat. Who else?

"Stay tuned to find out what our character is thinking. Or not. That's what makes the story so interesting.."

He'd flip over to lay on his stomach, and then stare out at his empty prop-studio with a low chuckle and grin.

It was a quiet night in Arkham. It always was whenever Joker was gone. But the peace would not last, he'd be back soon. The poor guy can't not get into some sort of trouble, fail, and get caught by the bat.

In you go! But Penguin tried to be a little more hide-away than Joker. At least a month of freedom is better than a day.

He had, somehow or another, tricked an orderly into bringing him some of his favorite tea. Then again, they were easy to bribe. Just needed a little sweet talk and tucked away cash.

He also had a little crappy radio. All that was needed for him to float away into his imagination, like he was home before all the chaos.

What was that? Oh, classical in the background. And oh my, that scream sounded almost-

Wait, scream?

Penguin snapped back to reality, setting down his tea and turning off the radio.

And slowly, he walked to the bars. Stupid shadows flitted about, making it hard for him to get a visual.

Not much to his surprise, he need not worry much longer.

Joker appearing there made Penguin want to go take a nap. And some possible drugs. Why would he be here?

"Penggy." Joker wrapped his white fingers around the bars, peering in with those devil-red eyes.

"So I'm really not just seeing stuff?" he walked a little closer, staring confused at the other.

"Nope. It's actually me! But listen, I need bro talk. And...your the only thing remotely close to that so...I can bust you out of here if you hear me out!"

Sketchy to sad to enthusiastic. Definitely Joker.

"Um sure." why not? What did he have to lose?

"Alright!" the door swings open, and Joker rushes in, grabbing the other by the shoulders. "Everyone outside is either dead or unconscious. I don't check, so we gotta go. And before bats shows up!"

Penguin watched the other swing his head around in excitement. Jesus, he liked getting beat up.

"Right right? Let's go!"

He took the small man by his arms, pretty much dragging him out of there.

He forgot his tea...

"So what exactly do you want of me?"

Penguin sat uneasily in the damp, dark little hideout Joker called home. And of course he did. Gags and novelties were everywhere. This must be heaven, right?

"Oh, it's nothing really. Just to talk."

Joker had resumed his position of being sideways in the chair, his legs and head dangling off, but his face faced Penguin now, along with any expression he felt was suitable for the conversation.

"Alright." Penguin let his eyes wander, but not his head.

"So," Joker sat up slightly, fidgeting with his hands as if he was making a construct of sorts. "I have this friend."

Lie. Lielielielie. How stupid does Joker think he is? He has no friends.

"Go on." Penguin had to feign interest. And it was hard with this one.

"And my friend has had this obsession his whole life you see?" staring off, Penguin let his attention slip a little. "He's a baddie. But he likes getting caught. The whole thrill of it, its just, exhilirating." he'd pause to make a passionate movement with his hands. Okay, move on now Joker. "And perhaps, through this whole cops and robbers game, he may have found someone he's fond of." he laid his hands out, now this was starting to get interesting. "Like a, uh, girl. But here's the dilemma, he doesn't know if it's more of a sister thing or more, ya know?"

Penguin just stared.

"I know I'm not making much sense but..." he'd glare. "Do I ever?"

Penguin slowly lifted a little finger, pointing at Joker. And then the laugh. Oh he'd been holding it and now he can't stop! Poor Penguin was holding his sides, and Joker was about to lose it.

"You-you-youuuuuu hahaha!" he squealed. "This is about a girl?"

"NOT FOR ME! MY FRIEND!" he grabbed the sides of the armchair, anger clear in his voice. And perhaps emberassment?

"Yeah right whatever. Okay, to put it blunt, if you, lets say, come near this person with no picture of you and her together in mind, then perhaps its a sister thing, but the way your asking me about it, and being so secretive to boot, it sounds a little more." he scratched his chin. "Boy she must be one wacked out broad to get your eye."

"She is not crazy, Penggy." he'd cross his arms. "Just, well, she completes me in a strange way. Got to thinking about it, can't be without her." he'd stop to look at the other. "This is stupid. I feel stupid. I should have never asked."

"As crazy as you are, pal, your still human. Even if it is only a little." he'd squeeze his fingers together.

"What about you?" in the same sentence, his voice went from angry, to almost a whisper.

Penguin caught it, and he smiled back, laughter in his eyes. "Nah, I'm a...more than one woman kind of man. I got the money, so I'll buy them all!"

Penguin would walk away then, laughing in that weird, birdish laugh that he always does. With a person like that, of course he'd have to pay them.

But then again, who would jump on the Joker train immediately? Pfff, right.

So how does one get...noticed. Perhaps in a good way. Yes, yes...

Perhaps he could try his hand at...flattery? This could work!

If he couldn't beat the bat he would be the bat!

Hehehehe...