A guy get's fried

Bruce woke up the next morning on a sofa for some reason, he couldn't remember how he got there.

"How about you come back to my place for lunch and then we'll have a good time" Vicky suggested, popping up from behind the sofa and scaring the living daylight out of Bruce.

"I can't, got a very important meeting to go to. It's very important and I cannot miss it because it is very important" he replied.

"Ok, I'll call you later. Christ, I'm late for work" and she planted a kiss on his cheek and walked off. She was greeted by Alfred on her way to the entrance.

"Nice to see you" he said. "It's nice to see you to Alfie" she replied. "Don't call me Alfie please, it sounds a little gay" he protested. "Sorry" Vicky claimed innocently before walking off. Alfred dropped his walking stick and had to drop to his knees to pick it up.

Alicia had arrived with yet another horde of shopping bags, unknowing that her hubby was dead. She arrived back at her penthouse and got the ultimate shock of her life.

"Hi honey, do you like my new, creepy appearence?" Joker asked, he was playing on Super Mario. Alicia screamed, fell back, hit her head on a vase and was knocked unconcious.Joker laughed.

Back in Grissom's office, a meeting was taking place.

"Alright, listen up Assholes. I'm running this buisness whilst Grisom is down under hehehehehehehehehehehehehe and with this so called aniversary stuff and what have you going off, we'll run this city to the pits, heeheeheeeheehee". The guys in the meeting where made up of an Italian, an old age pensioner, a guy with thunderbird's eyebrows a chinese, a fat guy with a moustache and various other people.

"Why doesn't grissom tell us himself, the lazy fart-ass" the fat guy with the moustache asked. "Yeah, and why are you grinning like a pratt?" asked the guy with the thunderbird's eyebrows.

Joker was at the far end of the extremely long table. He was wearing skin-tonned make-up but he still had that evil, sinister grin. "Because I'm living the good life hehehehehehehehehhe. So, you wanna help me run this city or what?" he asked.

"No you great idiot. I'm not working with some-one who constantly grins like a bloody chesire cat" protested the guy with thunderbird's eyebrows then flipping Joker off who had just calmly got up and walked over to him.

"Well, we don't want a war now do we, so let's shake hands a put it aside" he suggested. The guy with bushy eyebrows started shaking hands with the grinning fiend and he burst into flames.

"Woah, he's on fire, now how shall I have him, regular or extra crispy?" Joker suggested as the others looked on horrified. Soon, the guy with buhsy eyebrows was now a burnt corpse.

"Mama mia, you-a fried his ass-a" wailed the italian. The old man had a fatal heart attack, the chinese started shouing and pointing in his own language, the fat guy with the moustached looked dumbfounded. The rest just sank to the floor and into a shame-pit.

The Joker's goons came running in carrying kick-ass guns, followed by a herd of screaming teenage girls in tank-tops and mini-skirts. Joker wolf-whistled as they ran passed, then a high school basketball team who bellowed "GOTHAM WILDCATS RULEZ BITCHES,YEEHAA" then running out the back.

"The guy with bushy eyebrows had a flaming experience" Joker told his goons then bursting into hysterical giggles.

"You're crazy and you're a bastard" the fat guy pointed out. Joker flipped him off then said "I'm having one hell of a good time". He started laughing again before saying "now get the hell out of here before I bust a cap in yo asses". The guys all got up and scarpered to the front door. Joker pulled one of his goons to one side.

"I want you to follow that news reporter knoxx and see what he knows about this Bat-man, also, Bob, you are my favourite goon. Now get the hell out of here". Bob the goon nodded, put on a pair of sunglasses and walked off.

Joker approached the fried corpse and started talking to it.

"You're buds ain't bad people, I think we should give them a couple of days to think it over, what?, you want to grease them now, right. You are one hell of a vicious bastard, gruesome son of a bitch and a retard. Oh and one more think, I'm glad you're dead". He then starts laughing and knocked the head of the corspe. "I'm glad you're dead" he repeated then proceeded to laugh insanley as he left the room.