Disclaimer: We Don't Own.

A/N: Not much, just you know, previous junk…hehe. Read and Review please.

Sliding to a stop in a decidedly fluffy aisle, Joker squeaked and let out a distinctly not evil noise.

"Tee-hee-hee."

Eyes lighting upon one particular item.

Snatching it from the shelf and cradling it in his arms as one would a baby. The item in question? A stuffed pit bull.

Teeth showing like a jackal that'd caught its prey, Joker skipped up and down the aisle happily.

Well, until he ran straight into a menacing black figure, "Joker!"

"Eep?"

Batman's fists clenched tightly before the soft rumble in his throat cut off, "…is that…a stuffed animal?!"

The Joker's eyes narrowed and he twisted away from Batsy, "You can't have her."

"Her," Batman asked slowly.

"Muffin, stay back, she bites…and so do I," The Joker's lip curled upwards and he snarled with all the ferocity of a ticked kitten.

Two strong arms locked him in place, imposing hands pressing down almost painfully on his shoulders.

"Release the plushy and no one gets hurt."

Features tightening, Joker glowered, "No," he replied, ever the petulant child.

Jaw locking, Batman's nostril's flared in something akin to anger and irritation before he struck swift as a rabbit.

Stuck in a headlock, Joker kept the brown and black stuffed dog tucked against his purple velvet blazer despite Batsy desperately trying to pry the toy from him.

Using strength derived from years, and dexterity earned day by day, Joker lifted himself off the ground, allowing his full weight to be supported by the supposedly stronger man.

Batman stumbled slightly as the Joker pulled in a shallow breath.

Giggling through the strangling hold, the painted man poked one finger into the side of his assailant, slipping the digit between plates of Kevlar to rebound on soft flesh.

Batman straightened and dropped Joker on his butt before lunging forward and latching onto the head of Muffin the innocent puppy.

Eyes narrowing and veins throbbing the duo tugged at the puppy, soft animal-esque grunts coming from both.

With an absolutely horrendous riipp, Muffin came apart at the seams.

Head for The Batman.

Tails for The Joker.

A short, high-pitched whimper cut through the levity of the situation and a miniscule tear trailed down the Joker's white face.

"You bitch! You killed Muffin!"

Joker launched himself across the short distance and scrabbled at his enemy's neck. He was easily shoved off and sat dejectedly on the floor, gaze effectively on his dead dog.

Bile rose quickly in Batman's stomach as he gazed at the almost pathetic (if he wasn't a mass murderer, and completely insane) man.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Batman placed his hands palms up in a placating gesture, "Shh, it's alright. It'll be okay."

Ripping a large pink bunny off the nearest shelf Batman waved it in a mock dance before Joker.

Joker scowled and batted it away with one hand and fingered a knife with the other.

"Okay…kitten," Batsy asked as he pointed to a purple cat with green eyes.

If glares could kill, and Joker was getting damn close to figuring out how to do just that, the kitty would be six feet and several inches under.

A bear, moose, and cow were all similarly rejected and thrown to the far reaches of the aisle. Batman hurried back and forth trying to stop the train wreck.

A super-soft lamb with a bell around its neck got a full minute long inspection before the pout returned and Joker set aside the stuffed animal with only slightly more care than the others.

Batman let out a frustrated breath before proffering the next selection: a monkey. Fingers twitching, the monkey was hurled straight into Batsy's face. The giraffe and elephant suffered much the same treatment, and Batman was nearly shaking with fear as Joker's face just kept darkening—quite a feat under a three inch layer of white cake makeup.

Stretching his hand behind him, Batman blindly grabbed the first stuffed animal that his fingers brushed. Thrusting it at the man on the floor, he was surprised when it was wrenched from his grasp.

Opening his eyes a crack he winced as he noted Joker was twisting the head of the animal. Standing in an almost boneless motion, Joker placed one foot on the toys neck before jumping up and down on it, squishing it. Clearing his throat joker bent down retrieved the toy and sunk his teeth into the mangled neck, shaking it profusely. Seething, he plunged his favorite dagger into the animal, stuffing spraying outwards.

Body frozen, Batman noted his mistake for future reference.

"Okay," Batman said slowly as he backed away, "I'm sensing some anger."

Joker growled and advanced towards him, stuffing hanging off him in clumps, "Run," he spoke deadly softly.

Batman gulped and turned on his heel and did just that.

Joker snarled once more and shot after him, hunter keen on his prey.

The stuffed bat lay abandoned on the floor, not even the intensive bear unit would save it.

TBC

Read and Review, ummm, hope you enjoy, eleven more chapters to go.