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The alternating pokes of the lightsabers did nothing to Batman, who was wearing his heavy, more-than-military-grade armor. Joker sighed, and increased the speed and strength of his pokes. His smile grew wider, but his eyes faded to a matte brown with a ring of gold.

A slow, low growl that was not of anger, but of frustration rolled up and out of the Joker.

"Say it!"

Batsy narrowed his eyes and grunted, "No."

Joker ticked his head to the side, "No, not many people say no to me, I like that. Although it also gets you dead. And I do like the idea of dead Batman, but I think I might get a little bored, and all of my favorite hobbies would be boring because no one would tell me no! So maybe you should just say it!"

"Maybe you should just take your prozac, and maybe you should have a time out," Batsy hissed.

"Ooh, we're getting to the witty banter portion of this fight. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Batsy," Joker exclaimed in a French accent giggling directly afterwards.

Batman frowned, "What did they make you watch television in the asylum?! I really need to complain, you are getting far too much fun out of it!"

Joker snorted, "This is getting dull, if you won't submit I quit. Besides, who says I learned anything in that nuthouse? You don't know anything about me, for all you know I could have the IQ of a genius and a half."

Batman rolled his eyes, "Yeah only because you probably cut him in half," he muttered under his breath.

"Ah! See there you go again, I happen to know my IQ is higher than yours, Dear Batsty!"

Batman wiggled under The Joker's hold, "Oh, and how do you know that? Vivid imagination?"

"No," Joker said flatly as he stepped away from Batsy and tossed the lightsabers away, "It was on the internet. I clicked on one of those pop-ups. It said your IQ was 112, mine is 134. Of course, the fact that you work out so often probably accounts for the low score—I'm sure you score plenty high on other tests."

Joker strolled across the empty floor, the flames of the batmobile were all but gone. His tongue flicked across his lower lip as he stopped before a new goodie.

Snickering to himself, Joker swung his leg over the purple and green tricycle and fluffed his jacket out. Crunching his knees up he pedaled as best he could on the tiny toy. With an astonishing amount of speed, he rode at Batsy who was only just rising to his feet. Swinging the steering bars to one side quickly, Joker leaned the opposite way to counterbalance the turn. He swerved back and forth recklessly, his almost noiseless laughter a sharp contrast to Batman's low growling.

"Come on itty bitty Batsy! I'll race you!"

Batman lunged forwards trying to catch the back of the purple jacket, "Damn you!"

Scrambling onto his own tricycle, Batman attempted to fold himself up so he could follow The Joker.

It was easier said than done, after several failed attempts more than one ending with both him and the tricycle overturned, he managed to squeeze into the seat. Knees bent to an impossible angle, Batman pedaled with slow movements.

"Agh," Batman groaned as he jabbed his arm with his knee.

Slowly Batman rode after The Joker…but he still ate The Joker's dust.