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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 since I have lost all connection with internet! Aaggg! Please review! Or else I'll dunk Batman in a KFC deep fryer and hand Mr. J upside down in the sewers…
Batman- having seen that his weapon now lay at the Joker's feet, and also being seated on his behind- was beginning to get a bit frantic.
Scrambling to his feet, Batman yanked the first thing his gloved hands touched, off the shelf. It's surprised weight took the better of Batman and he almost ended up on the tiled floor once again.
But wanting to get out of any straight shot of the Joker, incase he decided to throw more Barbies at the masked crusader, Batman dragged the object to the next aisle.
Joker was staring at the caped man who was towing a Power Wheels car around the corner.
"Well if he wants a chase, lets chase!" Joker ripped the packaging from a blue policeman Power Wheels motorcycle with his favorite knife. He sat down on the little child's seat and teetered- "Why don't they make these freaking things bigger?" He mumbled. But balancing himself on the miniscule seat, Joker revved the engine.
When Batman finally caught his breath, he contemplated what he had dragged from the previous aisle.
It was a Black Power Wheels Hummer. Batman grimaced.
"This is so economically and environmentally inefficient!" From the next aisle over Batman heard an engine rev. Fearing the worst Batman drew out the spikes on his gauntlets, shredding the casing.
He jumped inside the Hummer and tried squishing his enormous Kevlar-plated butt into the seat- but the cheap plastic wouldn't give. Eventually Batman gave up and sat on the supposed 'ceiling' of the vehicle, bending down to steer the wheel, his feet barely reaching the pedals. Batman stomped on the gas as the front end of a motorcycle came into view in the Hummer's rear-view mirror.
The hummer whizzed down the aisle like a rocket, the motorcycle not close behind. They raced down an aisle and up another. Batman glanced at the Joker in his rear-view mirror and pleaded the hummer to go faster.
Joker was looking at the buttons on his plastic toy, needing to find one that would accelerate the poor vehicle. A green one just above the steering wheel caught his eye. He depressed it quickly.
Blue and red lights sprung to life and flashed. Batman saw the lights and fought the urge to pull over. As he was a good citizen, he always pulled over when police light were flashed in his direction.
Flitting his eyes from the path in front of him to the flashing lights in his mirror Batman sighed. And pulled off to the side of the aisle.
Joker rode up beside him, lights still flashing.
"Excuse me sir- do you know how fast you were going?" Joker pulled out his knife and tossed it up and down.
"Um, yes." Batman stated confused.
"Really? Because my motorcycle doesn't have a mile-reader thingy." Joker scratched his head with the tip of the knife.
"Really?" Batman asked acting intrigued, when he was really getting ready to bash the gas pedal to the floor again.
"Yeah. And-" But Batman had already zoomed off ahead of him, and was gone into the sunset wallpaper that was on display.
"Arrg!" Joker pocketed his knife and climbed back onto his motorcycle. "A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, like me," He chuckled to himself. "but it's the honest ones you want to watch out for." Joker revved his engine once more and sped forward. A black flash cut in front of him and Joker found himself on the tiled floor- not knowing what hit him.
"What the? How did I end up here?" Joker glanced to his right and noticed that his beloved blue motorcycle was but a smashed piece of plastic. The black hummer was positioned atop the motorcycle- but the Batman was not atop it.
He instead laid a few feet away.
Joker go to his feet, mumbling a dew choice words under his breath, then shouting. "HELLO?? YOU KILLED MY RIDE!" Into the black cowl of the supposed super hero.
Batman sat up. "What are you talking about? I had the right-of-way!" Joker rolled his eyes.
"I never bothered to learn the rules of the road- I prefer my own rules. Which is to live by no rules!" Joker giggled, turning around.
He started to walk away but upon hearing a scraping noise he turned back around.
Joker saw Batman ripping at another Power Wheels box. This one an exact replica of the batmobile.
"Joker darted over to Batman's side. "I want it!" he grabbed at the packaging.
"No!" Batman growled. "It's MINE. It's the BATmobile."
"Oh come on! You're the one who smashed into me!" Joker whined.
"NO!" Batman bellowed.
"PLEASE!" Joker begged. "I promise I won't blow up anything for a whole week." A wicked smile returning to his face.
Batman considered this- a whole week without anything bad going on in Gothem. "Hmmm, I could take a week's vacation then."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Vacation." The Joker struck out his hand. "So do we have a deal?"
"Okay." Batman shook the green and purple-clad man's hand. Not noticing the other was hidden behind it's owner's back- the fingers crossed.
The Joker hopped into the black Batmobile and propelled away.
Batman yanked a pink Cinderella Power Wheels off the shelf and undid it's wrapping- a smile on is face. A whole week free of the Joker.
Batman started the engine and drove off into the direction that the Joker had headed. But something distracted him- the smell of melting plastic.
Batman arrived on the site of a black mess melting onto the floor, a small fire burning beside the gooey puddle. It brought tears to his eyes and a flashback came to him-one of the real batmobile being reduced to rubble by the hand of the Joker.
A crazed laugh echoed through the store- Batman jumped off the Power Wheels and sprinted off in the direction of the sound.
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