Batman's P.O.V

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! I thought, as I struggled against the bindings even more. The Joker had just stepped out, and his words were still haunting me. You think I don't know? I watched you. For the Joker to see me like that... It was disgusting. But it turned me on. The bindings weren't coming free, and my arm had decided to go numb with effort. I huffed and stared up at the ceiling. With my cowl off, my bangs hung in my face. For once in my life, I was at his mercy. With the threat of him entering me, I started up my arm and feet, working the bindings once again. I hoped that I could break free.

Joker's P.O.V

"COME OFF!" I yelled at the mirror, turning to punch the wall next to me. HOW DARE this stupid make-up not come off. I've used soap and water, but it STILL PERSISTS. With one last scream, I hurled the soap dispenser at the glass mirror. It shattered into a million pieces. I stood still, then swore at it. With a kick to the door, I cursed my way to Harley's room.

"HARLEY!" I screamed through her door.

"What Mista J?!" She screamed back.

"I NEED MAKE-UP REMOVER!"

With a cackle she opened the door. A small black box was in her hand.

"Here." She thrusted the box into my hands.

"Use ONE." Harley slammed the door as she turned away. I walked back to the bathroom, flinching at all the broken glass. Stepping inside, I took a large shard and placed it on the frame of the broken mirror. I set down the black box on the edge of the vanity, carefully avoiding any glass. I opened the box carefully, taking out one lone wipe, before closing it. I stared at the some-how-magical little wipe. How the hell is this going to work? I thought, bringing it up to my face. The leftover make-up that wouldn't come off before, flowed straight into the wipe. I smiled, taking all of it off. My natural tan beneath all the make-up yelled at me for being covered up. I tossed the wipe into the trash. Thank devil for women, I thought smiling. The scars were less pronounce, now being 7 years old. I licked my lips, running a hand through my greasy hair. With a sigh, I turned on the faucet. I took off my purple suit coat, carefully placing in on a nearby towel hanger. I placed my head into the bowl, washing out the green. From all the times I've done this, the sink was slicked with an acid light green. A dark blonde was replacing the unnatural disorderly color. As I turned off the faucet, I caught a funny sight on my watch. The Bat was still trying to break free. I wrapped my hair in a towel, walking out to the kitchen. Drinking from my old martini, I sat watching my watch. A sneer crept on my lips, as the Flying Rodent gave up. After a few moments, he started up right again. I laughed, checking on my hair. Dry. With a forceful hand, I tore the towel off, and flung it at Harley's door. The thump made her scream. I laughed a bit louder. A very muffled "FUCK OFF!" was heard through the door. I snorted. I stood up, adjusted my coat, and walked up to my bedroom door. With a creek, the door swung open.

"Having fun, Bats?" I cackled.

"What's it to you?" He sneered back. I pushed my hands deep into my pockets, stepping into the equator. The zero-gravity field scooped me up, and hurled me next to Batman.

"O nothing..." I said back. Batman turned his head.

A/N: HAHA! Joker without makeup... I'm trying to write as fast as I can, and to update, equally, as fast... I'm failing miserably... :P But, here this is! Hope you enjoyed! Review Please! (No flames, or the Joker will find you!)