AN: Well, Pipes was a oneshot. Then I saw a prompt on the YJ meme for a Joker Robin interaction, based off a song called 'I Can't Decide' by the Scissor Sisters.
Anyhow, Pipes is now a three-shot, with Robin's POV coming, well, whenever I decide to write it. It will probably be a little longer than Wally's POV and the Joker's POV, simply because, of the three, Robin knows the most background information.
For those of you reading Alamo High, this drabble is the specific reason for AH's weird tense problems. I was writing this while I wrote AH (which was stupid to do in the first place), and I couldn't get out of the present tense mentality. XP This was, creepily, funner to write though. I'm not sure how well I got the Joker's personality, but hopefully I'm not too far off.
This Joker is based off the Dark Knight's Joker, because I like him and am familiar with him.
There's something so funny about Robin. He's a little enigma, full of contradictions that are so hilarious that the Joker can't help but giggle and chuckle and laugh.
Robin's so powerful— so strong— yet he's so small and delicate. He's a child, a little boy, that laughs when he does something right and glares when he does something wrong. The Joker can sense Robin's immaturity, he can feed off of it, and he looks forward to fighting the boy, to the feel of the boy's innocence.
Robin's so mature at times. The child can take blows without a sound, and he can watch bodies bleed to death with a detached calm that is so very, very funny to see on a little boy's face. He's a strange mix of corrupted purity and childish maturity. A walking joke, the Joker thinks, just like him.
The Joker loves the little bird. Not so much as he does his Batman, of course, but he admires the contrasting values that make up Robin, and he adores the hilarity the boy invokes. The boy is so easy to laugh at, to giggle at— how can the Joker not like him?
He's laughing right now, cackling wildly at the sight of the bleeding boy in front of him. There's red on the boy's chest (which is funny because Robin's chest is always red, which means he's always bleeding!), and the Joker watches, giggling, as the red spreads and falls into a black puddle around the fallen bird.
The boy's laughing too, the Joker notices. His body moves spastically with the gurgled snickering. It's funny, and the Joker hits Robin harder, smiling as red splatters on his gasmask, blurring his vision.
Funny, he thinks, licking his lips. How funny.
Robin's so terribly funny. He's not moving now— his hands aren't even twitching. But the Joker continues to hit him with the bar, bringing it higher and higher above his head, and harder and harder onto Robin's body. He laughs because Robin can't move but has to because the Joker keeps hitting him and because the blood underneath him makes him slide across the floor. It's funny, and the Joker's laughter pitches into high giggles.
Is he breathing? The Joker can't tell. Robin's body is so still right now. So very still, the Joker thinks, and laughs. The Boy Wonder, dead by a pipe to his head. How tragic, how funny, how right.
The Joker laughs louder.
Should he kill him? The Joker doesn't know. There's already so much blood and Robin's already stopped moving and it would be so funny if he did kill him— but who will the Joker laugh at if Robin dies? Batman's not quite so funny, and he's so very much harder to hurt.
Live or die, he thinks, grinning. Live or die?
There's a familiar coldness spreading through his body. It's funny, because the Joker's terrified of it and he's normally too crazy to be afraid of anything. He laughs at the cold in desperate giggles and cackles. Still, the coldness spreads, reaching and grabbing throughout the Joker's body. His laughter grows weaker, and he hits Robin harder. The cold will go away.
Laughter makes it go away.
Robin's barley breathing. It's funny, yet the Joker feels the coldness intensify. Should he kill him? His grip on the pipe tightens, and he once again raises it above his head.
The world will still be funny after Robin dies, the Joker thinks, and a fresh peal of giggles spout from his lips. Little Robin's about to go to heaven.
(He can fly up there! Ha Ha!)
He feels something tugging on his pants. A giggle rushes up his throat (a sign to spare Boy Blunder?), and he glances down at the redheaded boy lying at his feet. Funny, he thinks. The boy's bleeding, and the red matches his hair and his costume, which is just hi-lar-ious.
The Joker says something to the redheaded boy. He can't hear what he says; his laughter distorts the words and disrupts his voice. The Joker tries to stop laughing, to speak clearly, but how can he? Robin's nearly dead behind him, while the redhead's nearly dead in front of him.
His body shudders when he tries to repress the laughter. Giving up, the Joker cackles madly and raises his pipe.
One more blow, he thinks. Just one, and the redhead will be dead.
The redhead's a child, just like Robin. But he can't handle the pain as well as Robin can, for all that he's bigger and older. Ironic, the Joker wonders, or strange?
Funny, the Joker decides, and starts to bring down the pipe.
The redhead stares at him. He's waiting (funny, funny, funny— a child waiting to die).
The Joker prepares for impact.
A shwick sound cuts through the air.
The Joker's laughter quiets into soft giggles as his eyes move towards the looming figure hidden in the shadows.
Batman's here.
The gift!fic for Alamo High was won by Sensei's Little Thunder Ninja, by the way. :) I'm working on that right now, and once I'm done with it I'll move on to Parental Advisory, then Brucie, then AH, and so on.
Thanks for reading, guys!
*and that should be a 'whom' up there instead of a 'who'. I think 'who' sounds less awkward, however, so it's staying. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, that's okay. I'm just ranting at the English language.)*