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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…
Batman struggled to his feet, using the shelves to help drag himself upwards. Swaying a bit unsteadily, the world swam before him. Squeezing his eyes closed he willed the world to stop spinning. As his lids slid apart, he flinched. A bright yellow and orange thing flashed before him. A hollow clatter sounded somewhere near his feet, and snickering from a few feet before him.
Reaching up to clutch his head, Batman tried desperately to focus—he failed.
Treading forward, his big foot caught on a small lump and he crashed downward. The culprit lay before his nose.
Hula hoop.
"Used to play—with…I wanna play a game!"
The only other person in the store swiped a bit of make-up off his forehead as he gulped at the prospect of an insane Batman—he would lose his job as Gotham's craziest man!
Joker gently nudged Batsy's shoulder with his foot, "Hmm, what game?"
"A hula hopp-hope-hpi—," Batman struggled to formulate the words.
Joker rolled his eyes in exasperation, his favorite toy was broken, "Hooping—It's hula hooping!"
Batsy giggled like a drunken school girl, "Contest, a contest!"
"Right, if you can stand and say the alphabet—in reverse-reverse."
Batsy's head dipped before he started to mumble the letters, "Z, Y, X, W, V, U, R, S, T, Q, P, O, M, N, L, K, J, I, H, G, F, E, D, C, B, A," Batman finished proudly.
Joker clapped slowly, the noise echoing loudly as he spoke, "Wrong, wrong, and wrong!"
Batman gazed vacantly at Joker.
"Reverse-reverse would be forwards, dimwit. And you didn't even say them in the right order! Which means you get to play all by your lonesome self."
"Wha—," Batman blinked rapidly trying to clear his mind.
Joker skipped lightly over the distance carrying five hula hoops. With no little amount of manipulation, Joker had Batsy keeping all five afloat: one on each arm, one around his waist, one on his neck, and one on his leg. Though he swayed slightly, the hoops stayed upright.
The Joker clapped giddily, hands speeding up and the sound grew louder, "Hahahaha!"
Batsy snorted with the effort, "Can't—have to win!"
"That's right…Batman…if you don't keep those in the air, all the tiny tots of Gotham—no-no—the world will die. But I'm sure you can do it, your arms couldn't be getting tired," Joker let the words roll of his tongue as he plucked a lego man off the ground and set him down precisely in front of Batman.
Leveling his foot over the tiny character, Joker lowered his foot and gave a little jerk.
"Whoops, knee-jerk reaction. I'm supposed to see a specialist about it but thanks to you, I got locked up in Hark the Arkham Angel Sings. Ahh, well you understand, don't you."
Batman gulped audibly as his ankle rolled and he teetered, the hoop on his leg bounced off the ground before the Dark Knight hurriedly worked to correct the mistake.
Joker's shoulders rose and shook with glee, foot coming down to crush against the plastic hair. The figure bent forward, a mocking bow, baring his neck to his killer.
Growing bored, Joker fingered his dagger before swiftly pulled his arm back before reversing the motion. Batman's eyes locked onto Joker, and he flinched again. This time he hopped hurriedly to regain the balance, still waiting for the pain that would tell him the knife had landed.
The Joker snorted and ran the dagger tip across his lips, it had never left his hand.
"Being evil is absolutely the best thing in the world…well besides being—hehe—I'll never tell."
Batman stared blankly at the slightly crazed man, his nausea starting to abate, "What are—what am I—"
"Bored now," Joker grinned, all his teeth shining out of his mouth and he whipped a purple and green hula hoop at the hero.
One heavy shoed slammed down on the plastic figure, grinding the plastic into cracked pieces.
Batman fall down and go boom.