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Batman scowled his head whipped to and fro, eyes lighting on a package that glowed green.

Jerking it from the shelf, he brought it to his mouth, rage filling him. He ripped into the packaging using his beautiful teeth, never wincing.

Joker cackled, on his knees he rose and dipped with the flames, arms upwards in reverence.

Batman wrenched the toy from the plastic and held it tightly at his side, edging forward.

Joker rolled onto his back, legs kicking madly, body jerking with glee. His jacked bunched beneath him made him wriggle as he adjusted it, sure he was all for chaos, but it was an expensive suit—he didn't want to wrinkle it. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Batsy sneaking towards him.

"Rat fink," he muttered, "Always have to watch the good guys, I mean seriously, where did all the credibility in being the white hat go?"

Hand outstretched Joker's fingers wrapped around a smoldering piece of plastic.

Batsy swooped down on The Joker, face alight with anger, he thrust the extended the green lightsaber at the Joker's flesh colored throat. The veins beat madly beneath his skin, showing the true vitality of the man on the floor.

Joker swallowed beneath the pressure against his throat, "Ooh, getting a little feisty are we? I heard they'd taken all that out of you. Maybe you got a little slow during my extended stay with your friend—Scarecrow."

Batsy leaned forward, pressing more of his weight down on his foe. He shuddered a bit from the joy he took in having The Joker at his mercy—especially after the second desecration of the batmobile.

"Perhaps it is not me, who got out of practice, but you. Did you enjoy your padded cell?"

Joker in true character snorted and chuckled despite the growing weight, "Hahahehehoho—you would enjoy that wouldn't you. Or maybe you're really wondering if there was room for two. Because in all truth Batsy, if you dress up as a bat you're probably clinically insane. But I won't tell."

Batman pulled back brusquely, his gut turning at the accusations. Just as quickly he returned the lighted weapon to his throat.

Joker grinned and tightened his fingers around his own weapon.

A swift swing upwards with the knarled piece of plastic. The plastic connected solidly with Batsy's wrist, the lightsaber flew out of his grip. Popping to his feet with the agility of a gymnast, Joker kicked the weapon further out of reach and knocked Batsy down with an uppercut to his solar plexus. With a lick of his lip and a kick of his foot, Joker was over to the lightsaber display.

Yanking a red saber and a blue saber from the packages, he whipped them to full length and twirled his wrists. The sabers made blue and red circles at his sides, the lights making a great display.

"You know, I almost joined a circus, but they wouldn't let me explode things…ah, here in Gotham I have no master, no employer—you—you have. You might think you're a free man, but you serve them and they'll fire you the second it's convenient."

Batman scooted backwards on the floor away from the loon.

"You swore, a week off!"

Joker rolled his eyes and kicked at the air, "Never said which week—also, I specified no explosions, that still leaves a million and one things I can do—heheahahoho!"

"Evil!"

Joker smirked, "You do know how to flatter a man."

Skipping forwards, The Joker tapped Batsy on the sides of his cowl, and jumping to stand over Batsy.

"Mercy, mercy, me! What will I do with The Great Batman at my mercy! Say Uncle!"

Cackling happily the glint of madness coating his eyes he prodded Batsy with the lightsabers.

"Blue, red, red, blue, blue red, red, say it!"