PsykoReaper: Life sure is kooky, one day you are fighting a guy in a black iron mask, the next you are fighting an evil clown, along with his gunman and a crazy crocodile man, WHAT IS HE GOING TO FIGHT TODAY?...But, that is just the perks of being the Batman. Here is the third chapter of Batman: Day and Night.
In a courtroom, there was a bunch of people seeing the case of Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc, and the city of Gotham City.
He wore a prison uniform, handcuffed on the hands and feet, and wore a hood over his head.
He kept on looking at the floor; he would occasionally look at the clock.
A Chinese-American man walked into the court, he wore a white suit, had short black hair and grey eyes, his name was Harvey Dent, Gotham's district attorney.
He took his seat on the desk opposite to Killer Croc's desk.
"Where's Dr. Crane?" Harvey asked the judge.
"Dr. Crane said he had business to take care of, but he did send us a psychiatric report as well as his criminal records," said the judge.
"We call Waylon Jones to the stand…"
Killer Croc walked to the stand and sat down, looking at the clock for a second.
Harvey looked at the files for a minute and walked to Killer Croc's desk.
"Waylon Damian Jones
Age: Unknown
Birth date: Unknown
Birthplace: Mirkwood, Louisiana
Crimes: Murder in the third-degree, double homicide, and robbery
Psychological Analysis: Has strange animalistic tendencies, highly aggressive, and practices cannibalism…"
"You have a huge load of crimes over your head, Waylon," said Harvey, slamming the report on the desk . Killer Croc was silent; he looked at the clock again, and then looked down.
"Your honor, Waylon Jones may be sick and disturbed, but he is not stupid, he knows what he did was wrong..." said Harvey Dent.
"Objection!" yelled Killer Croc's lawyer.
"Overruled," said the judge.
"I believe he could survive in Blackgate instead of Arkham, judge," said Harvey.
Killer Croc looked at the clock; he then looked at the lawyer. "Um, your honor, my client would like to bring out something that may help him with the case," said Killer Croc's lawyer.
"Very well," replied the judge.
Killer Croc grabbed a briefcase slowly from the bailiff, he then unlocked and opened it, it revealed a gas mask. Killer Croc then slowly put on the gas mask, he then went back to looking at the ground.
The courtroom was silent, trying to figure out why Killer Croc put on a gas mask. Harvey looked at Killer Croc, he then looked at the air vents, there was gas coming out of them. "EVERYBODY OUT!!!" yelled Harvey.
They all looked at the air vents; they all screamed and ran out of the courtroom, leaving Killer Croc, alone.
Then, at the far right side of the court, the doors open to reveal the Tally Man and Harley Quinn with gas masks and Tommy guns, and the Joker, not wearing a gas mask or holding a Tommy gun.
"Ready to go, Croccers?" asked the Joker. Killer Croc got up and followed the others out of the courtroom.
Police cars and ambulances appeared at the scene; Harvey sat at the steps of the court, looking at the ground.
Jim Gordon appeared to Harvey, with an air of concern. "Well, some day, huh?" asked Gordon.
"Yeah, Waylon got away, his lawyer's being questioned, and three people are suffering the effects of Smylex," said Harvey.
"You should go home, Dent, your wife might be worried sick," said Gordon.
"Yeah, I should probably see if she is alright," said Harvey. He then got up and walked to his car.
Batman drove through the city in his cycle at night; he then saw a figure in the alley. He stopped and walked to the alley.
He recently got a radio signal asking for Batman to show himself. He walked into the alley, seeing the Scarecrow, holding his scythe like a scarecrow's support. "Scarecrow, I presume," said Batman.
"Correct, Batman, I am the master of fear, now shed a tear, soon I will be master of this town, but no need to frown, I will be a great leader, for it will be all terror," said the Scarecrow.
"Why have you asked me to come?' asked Batman.
"I wanted to see you for real, I am disappointed, I was hoping to find someone more...Bat-like, something more bat than human," said the Scarecrow.
"Sorry to disappoint you," said Batman.
"I am a hard man, but back to the plan, are you here to take me in, to throw me in the bin?" asked the Scarecrow.
"What ever it takes, Scarecrow, but I have to ask, why do you do what you do?" asked Batman.
"You mean...cause people to be insane?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Yes," answered Batman.
"The answer is all in your head," said the Scarecrow, he then fell into a sewer.
Batman looked down it to see that he is gone already. Batman then went back to his cycle and drove away.
That morning, at a newspaper office, a woman sat at her desk, typing a story about "What's new with shoes," which bored the crap out of her.
She wore a grey suit with a small skirt; she had red chin-length hair with a bang near her left eye, and wore glasses. Her name was Vicki Vale, reporter for the Gotham News, she wanted a story that would bring her up to the top, but kept on getting phony-bologna stories.
"Hey, Vicki," said a voice behind her. She looked to see her boss, Max Kersh, standing behind her with a cup of coffee.
"Oh, hi," said Vicki. "Anyway, how is that story?" asked Max.
"Stupid," said Vicki. "Well, someone's gotta print it," said Max.
"Yeah, but I want to be in the big shots, I want a story that will bring me out of this life and into the mainstream, like the news," said Vicki.
"This IS the news," said Max.
"No, this is the newspaper, no one cares who writes the news, only who present the news," said Vicki.
"Like what story would you like?" asked Max. "Well, I want to know more about what is going on with Mayor Cobblepot," said Vicki.
"Don't start this," groaned Max. "Listen, I think he might be allied with a criminal, and I think he rigged the elections because of that criminal killing the opponent," said Vicki.
"The opponent died of a heart attack," said Max.
"What if it was meant to look like a heart attack," said Vicki.
"If you want to spill bullshit, then work at the Enquirer, but if you want to do an interview, I got one," said Max.
"Really?" asked Vicki. "Yeah, how about an interview with Bruce Wayne?" asked Max. "Are you sure I heard that right?" asked Vicki.
"Yeah, Bruce Wayne would love to do a piece for the Gotham News," said Max. "This may be good, but where do I meet him?" asked Vicki.
"At his mansion," said Max. "But, I don't know what to ask him," said Vicki. "We got note cards, they should help," said Max.
He then left; Vicki let out a sigh and returned to her typewriter.
Later, at the night, Batman looked down on the city he called home. "Master Wayne, are you there?" asked Alfred from the comlink.
"Yes, Alfred?" asked Batman.
"You have that dinner interview with a reporter from the Gotham news in an hour, are you coming back?" asked Alfred.
"Yes, I am just doing a routine check on the city," said Batman.
"Yes, anything else?" asked Alfred.
"The Scarecrow paid me a visit," said Batman.
"Did you catch him?" asked Alfred.
"No...but I will tell you more about it later, I should get back and get ready for my dinner interview," said Batman.
One hour later, Vicki Vale stepped out of her car wearing a black dinner dress. She walked to the Wayne Manor and rang the doorbell. Alfred opened the door and smiled to Vicki Vale.
"Welcome, you must be..." said Alfred.
"Vicki Vale, reporter for the Gotham News," said Vicki Vale.
"Ah, Master Wayne has been waiting for the interview," said Alfred. She followed him into the manor. "This place is big," said Vicki Vale.
Bruce Wayne, wearing a tuxedo, walked down the stairs. "Hello, you are the reporter, right?" asked Bruce. "Yes, Vicki Vale," said Vicki with a smile.
"So, Bruce Wayne, how long have you stayed in Gotham?" asked Vicki Vale, they were sitting at a table, with food on it, but not a lot, and not little, just enough.
"Well, I stayed in Gotham since I was a kid, then I went to Harvard, and I came back to my home," said Bruce.
"What is your opinion about Mayor Cobblepot?" asked Vicki, not listening to the note cards for once.
"Well, I think he is a mediocre mayor, he said he would clean up the city, but he has hardly done any of that," said Bruce.
"I see, how did you hire Lucius Fox into Wayne Enterprises?" asked Vicki.
"Well, the company was losing money, and we hired him to help us get out of the dirt, which he did, amazingly, and he has been working with us ever since," said Bruce Wayne.
"What do you think of Queen Industries, do you think they are a competition to you?" asked Vicki Vale.
"Well, I think they might be, but it would be nice to see a good competition," replied Bruce.
"Hm, what is your opinion of the Batman?" asked Vicki.
"I think a man wearing a rubber suit clearly has problems!" laughed Bruce.
"He has done much good in the city," replied Vicki.
"That is true, but I think that the law should be used fairly and without vigilantes," lied Bruce.
"Do you think you have done more than your father?" asked Vicki.
"Well, I try," replied Bruce.
"Very good, ummm, this one is...kinda personal," laughed Vicki in a nervous laugh.
"It's alright, I had more personal questions before," said Bruce.
"Well, what would your dream woman be?' asked Vicki. Bruce was unsure about this one, as he had many women before hand.
"Well, honest, trustworthy, patient, I would like a woman to be herself, to not be afraid of what anyone says about her, I want a woman that would like me for me, not for my money, not for my looks, just me...I'm sorry, I sound like I am part of the Gotham Theatre, don't I?" asked Bruce, laughing a little at the last part.
"No, no, you're a very interesting man, Bruce Wayne," said Vicki with a calm tone.
"Well, maybe we should get back to the interview," said Bruce.
"Oh, yes, right!" laughed Vicki.
An hour later, Vicki left the manor with her recorder and walked to her car. Bruce rushed to the door.
"Ms. Vale?" asked Bruce.
"Yes?" asked Vicki.
"Do you want to go out sometime?" asked Bruce.
"Why, sure, that would be fun, let me see if I can pencil you in," said Vicki with a smile.
"Great, talk to you later," said Bruce.
"You too, Bruce," said Vicki, she then went in her car and drove off.
Bruce closed the door, he then looked at Alfred.
"Are you going out again?" asked Alfred.
"Yeah, I'm going to look at the factory I found the Joker in," said Bruce.
"Very well, but try to be careful, who knows what could be there," said Alfred.
Batman stood in the middle of the main room of the factory. He looked at where the Joker left, he walked down a hallway and found a lone door at the end of it.
He opened it to reveal an office, with a desk and on the desk was a purple and green jack-in-the-box. Batman knew he was walking into a trap, but knew he needed to open the box.
He put on a gas mask from his belt and walked to the jack-in-the-box. He twisted the lever, when it finally popped; it revealed a head of a dead cop on a spring.
Batman stepped back, he then walked towards it. He picked off a note from the forehead and examined it.
-HELLO BATSY!!!
I regret to inform you that the late Joey Moore is DEAD AS A DOORKNOB!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! But, that is not of your concerns, Batsy! You have been so much fun, but you are completely predictable! I knew you would come back and investigate the factory, and I am sure you know by now that my good friend Waylon Jones, or better known as Killer Croc has escaped with MY help! I have joined up with the Scarecrow, which means that I probably gave you a mind-fuck, didn't I? Well, we, as in me and the Scarecrow, are both men of vision! That's why we teamed up, so that he can cause fear while I rack up the GLORY TRAIN, BATSY!!! You may have me figured out once, but I always surprise you! Oh, and so that you don't find me, I let someone sneak into this room and WAIT FOR YOU TO SHOW!!!
-GOODBYE, BATMAN!!! !!!
Batman looked behind him to see the Scarecrow had raised his scythe up in the air, he then attempted to slash Batman downwards, but Batman dodged it.
The Scarecrow only hit the desk, cutting it, and the head and box, in half.
"Hello again, my old friend, this is the end, I am the winner, and you ARE THE LOSER!!!" yelled the Scarecrow as he slashed at Batman.
He dodged it and attempted to uppercut the Scarecrow. He hit the fist with his arm, making Batman miss.
The Scarecrow then dropped the scythe and made a stance, a martial arts stance from the "Crane Style", but a little different, as it looked a bit like "Drunken Boxing".
Batman grabbed a chair and threw it at the Scarecrow, but he dodged it. "You are too slow, Batman!" laughed the Scarecrow.
Batman spun and kicked Scarecrow across the face. The Scarecrow hit the wall, he then jumped and kicked Batman on the face, and he then jumped off his face, but miscalculated the size of the room and hit his back on the wall.
Batman got up and walked to the Scarecrow; he picked him up and met him, face-to-face.
The Scarecrow lifted his palm quickly, and a gas came out of his wrists, but Batman was still wearing his gas mask.
"You're numbers up, Scarecrow," growled Batman.
"Not exactly, Batman, for you see, I have a trump card," said the Scarecrow.
"What do you mean?" growled Batman.
"I have hidden a bomb in the building, in a few minutes, we will all be a part of the wreckage!" laughed the Scarecrow.
Scarecrow then kicked Batman in the stomach, making him tumble backwards. The Scarecrow ran to the back of the office, he pushed a bookcase to reveal a metal door.
He grabbed his scythe, opened the door, and cut off the handle as he closed the door. Batman attempted to open the door, but there was no use.
He then rushed out of the office, raced across the building, and jumped out of the window. Then, the building exploded a huge explosion.
He waited for a while until the debris stopped falling. He then inspected the ruins, he then went to were the metal door was, he used a special device that acts as a handle when the original is broken, it lead down stairs. He went down the stairs, were it lead him to the sewers.
He looked to see no one there, just rats. "Master Wayne, are you still alive?" asked Alfred from the comlink.
"Yeah, but the Scarecrow got away," said Batman.
"The Scarecrow? He was there?" asked Alfred.
"Yes, it seems that the Joker and the Scarecrow are working together," said Batman.
"This can't be good," said Alfred.
"At least I know that the Joker's main hideout is somewhere in the sewers," said Batman.
"Are you going to look in there?" asked Alfred.
"Not today, I would be walking blind," said Batman.
"At least the GPD will know this, since I heard the explosion all the way from Wayne Manor," said Alfred.
"Then I better leave," said Batman. He walked up the stairs and got on his bike, he then drove through the city.
The Joker watched TV in a gray brick-covered room, sitting on a couch, drinking soda. The Tally Man comes in and sits right next to him.
"What are you watchin'?" asked the Tally Man.
"Who's Line Is It Anyway, if these guys can make people laugh, then why can't I?" asked the Joker.
"Because people are stupid, they don't get "our" kind of humor!" said the Tally Man.
Harley came in the room, with a tray full of heart-shaped cookies with red and black frosting.
"Hey, Mr. J, I gots your cookies, straight from the oven!" said Harley in a beaming voice, she then put them on the coffee table.
"What kind?" asked the Joker.
"Sugar cookies, for my own sugar daddy!" swooned Harley.
"Why aren't they green and purple?" asked the Joker.
"Ummm, I...didn't...think that you would mind..." said Harley, preparing for something bad.
"I WANTED PURPLE AND GREEN COOKIES!!!" roared the Joker.
"But, puddin', they're your favorite, sugar cookies," cried Harley.
"I wanted GREEN and PURPLE COOKIES!!!" yelled the Joker, he then grabbed Harley by the hair and threw her on the ground, "If you can't get that from your fucking head, then I should just BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!!!"
She then started to sob, the Tally Man then took a bite from one of the cookies. "They're not half-bad," said the Tally Man.
The Joker was silent for a while. "Huh?" asked the Joker.
"They aren't half-bad," repeated the Tally Man.
The Joker stepped over the sobbing Harley and took a bite from one of the cookies.
He waited for a while, then smiled a toothy grin. "Hey, they're not bad at all," said the Joker.
Harley looked up in wonderment. "Y-y-you mean it, Mr. J?" asked Harley.
"Yeah, they actually taste good," said the Joker as he ate another cookie.
"Oh, Mr. J, I knew if ya tried em', you would like em'!" yelled Harley in happiness. "Yeah, they also make me feel...a little hornAY!" laughed the Joker.
"Oh...Mr. J," giggled Harley as she blushed. "Hey, I thought I was gettin' hot wings tonight!" yelled the Tally Man.
"You get hot wings tomorrow!" yelled the Joker. He then put Harley on his arms and carried her to their room, he closed the door with his foot.
"This sucks," growled the Tally Man. "Not yet!" yelled the Joker, and both Harley and the Joker were laughing.
The Tally Man groaned, he then walked to the door and started listening.
PsykoReaper: THAT'S WHAT HE FOUGHT!!! A WALKING SACK OF HAY!!!