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A/N: Not much, just you know, previous junk…hehe. Read and Review please-this was written primarily by my co-conspirator with some editing on my side-hope you enjoy-please review! Or else I'll dunk Batman in a KFC deep fryer and hand Mr. J upside down in the sewers…
Joker leapt forward in an attempt to grab the trailing cape of the running figure. No such luck as he face planted in the tile.
"Why was I stuck with this freak to tail?" He muttered under his breath—sprinting off in the direction of the black shadow.
After unsuccessfully finding any trace of the Batman. Joker skidded to a stop in the middle of two aisles. Mumbling a few, choice swears under his breath.
"Damn Batman. Where the hell did he go?" Fingering his knife in frustration, Joker called out a little louder, "Batsy oh Batsy wherefore art thou Batsy?"
Getting no response, he huffed on. Running down one aisle and up another, Joker turned the corner. Upon seeing six boxes of empty legos, the Joker attempted to slide to a stop. Utterly failing, he landed among the boxes.
Crash—
Apparently not all of the boxes where empty, brightly colored rectangles were scattered in Joker's greenish scraggly hair and across the floor. The Joker's hand touched one red piece of plastic. He slowly pulled it out of his hair, the strands pulling straight before dropping free. Taking one glance at the oblong piece he chucked it across the aisle, letting out an unseemly noise. Like that of kicked puppy.
"Ahhhh!" Shaking his head back and forth, Joker frantically scraped at his hair. Plink, plink, plink
As the blue, red, and gray pieces of lego fell to the floor, Joker threw the assuredly empty box closest to him, sending it tumbling down the aisle. The second was a little more difficult to pull off, as it was stuck on his ass. After chucking the latter a great deal farther, and giving it a glare as if it had personally insulted him, the Joker hauled himself off the ground.
He pivoted on his heel and came face-to-face with a brightly colored wall made of legos. Arms flailing, so as not to topple the wall, he fell promptly on his rear.
"Does my ass have an attraction to the ground today," Joker muttered darkly.
Looking up at the wall it was only now that he noticed that it was in fact, not just a wall, but a whole castle built from legos.
It was the dream of any little kid—or a couple of overgrown ones.
"Ooooh!" Joker's eyes bugged out in child-like excitement.
He shot off the floor, and as he did, a pair of black ears quickly ducked below the wall, but the smile on the face of the clown-man doubled.
"Oh Batsy! Is anyone hooooome?" Joker snickered shoving at the door futilely.
"What's the password?" Batman's voice boomed from the inside of the princess-fairytale castle.
Batman had no concern for the Joker. He was just putting the finishing touches on his lego chair. He clicked the last piece in and stood back to marvel at his creation.
Two chairs stood next to a table. On the table sat a makeshift plate with three cookies and a glass of milk. The cloaked figure returned to the kitchen.
Joker pouted at the closed door, then began to walk dejectedly away. Spotting three boxes full of the colored plastic his grin returned. Gathering the boxes in his arms, he set off down the aisle.
Batman unfastened the door, expecting to see Joker in his face, but the insane clown was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging, he closed the door.
A large mechanism then came into view, being wheeled around the corner by none other than the Joker himself, a maniac smile on his face. He stopped the brightly colored apparatus a good distance from the door of the castle. Slipping his favorite dagger from one of his many pockets, he kissed it before setting it in the cup-like holder.
"I'll miss you sweetheart," His face sad, and tears threatening, "but we'll be together again soon."
At last letting go of the knife Joker stood back and pulled the rope.
Flllink
The knife sliced through the air beside Batman's ear and imbedded itself into the lego wall next to Batsy's head as he set some pretzels down on the table.
"What was that for," Batman yelled over the wall.
"Test," The Joker responded simply, face blank.
The Joker reset the catapult and eagerly jumped into position.
Muttering to himself, "One small step for man, one flying-well fly for me," Joker yanked the rope and was propelled through the air and over the wall, cackling gleefully.
"Weeeeee! Oof!"
Batman was struck to the ground as the flying purple and green man landed on top of him, crushing the black chair, "mmm, bouncy!"
As if to demonstrate, Joker jumped slightly and giggled delightedly as he jiggled up and down.
"Ooof! Get off of me!"
Batman rolled over, pushing the Joker off him, "You ruined my dinner!"
One of Batman's glove-clad hands gestured to the milk and pretzels lying spilled on the floor.
Joker just stood up and brushed himself off, looking around the place.
"Nice place ya got here," he examined a pan that was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, then let it slip through his fingers and clang on the floor.
"Kinda shabby, and not really my color—needs more purple and green."
Batman rolled his eyes as he tied his pink apron around his waist and went back to the kitchen.
Hearing a strange whistling, Batman froze before turning around
Batman gulped as he had turned just in time to see The Joker reach for the zipper on his pants.
"NO! No!" Batman holds his palms up, "We can talk about this. We can work this out!" Batman began to step closer to Joker, "Not on the rug, please, not on the rug!"