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Joker swerved down the aisles, nearly crashing into a display of dancing elmos when he glanced back to find where Batsy was.

Sure enough, Batsy was cursing him to all manner of evil—except in PG-13 language—stickler for the rules despite his obvious dislike for them.

"Hehe, having trouble Batsy?"

"Shut up! Go drown in a bucket of rodents! Stupid tricycle—can't move—getting cramp! Agh!"

Joker giggled madly before going down yet another side-aisle.

"Oooh," his eyes lit up and he stuck his feet out as brakes, heels squealing softly, "Oh goody—this always helps me relax. Cause, as you know, a guy in my position has to be relaxed or I could go off the handle!"

Scuttling off the tricycle, Joker clapped his hands, and bounced on the balls of his feet. Looking over his shoulder he noticed Batsy was only just starting up the aisle.

Grunting, Joker bounced from foot to foot anxiously, "Hurry up!"

Batman scowled, "I would if this thing wasn't made for a two year old!"

"Oh stop bitching and let's go have tea," Joker bellowed, "Besides, you act like a two year old so maybe the trike fits," he muttered under his breath.

Hands over his mouth, The Joker plopped himself down at the froofy white and pink table. Folding his long, pale fingers in his lap, Joker peered anxiously down the aisle. Batman pedaled with sharp beats, gasping as his knee lodged under the handlebar, he tried to straighten the trike broke apart completely, leaving Batman sitting on his ass.

Batsy rolled quickly and was running towards the tea party that was set up. Skidding into his own chair, Batsy reached towards a tea cake. His hand was swiftly slapped away by The Joker who was frowning at him.

"Manners, sheesh, for being high and mighty you certainly are a street urchin—yee gods, I'm turning into a school marm—I do like the skirts," Joker shuddered, and stuck his tongue between his lips.

Taking up the teapot, Joker carefully poured the pale orange liquid into the teacups. He watched the tea carefully, making sure not one drip fell on the tablecloth. Setting the plastic down, he reached for another piece.

"Sugar? Milk," The Joker asked politely, his voice much higher than normal.

Batman froze and gazed down at his cup, "Three sugars and two shots of milk."

Joker froze and did as asked, "Really, that's majorly unhealthy—like third heart attack unhealthy."

Batman glared at him, "Oh shut up!"