"C'mon, guys!" Robin yells, tugging Batman along with an eager grin. The vigilante finds it hard not to smile at the boy's excitement, and, as he glances around, it's affecting everyone else too. Joker is beaming even wider than usual, if possible, and Barbara is smirking slightly. Speaking of, the woman had insisted she go as her 'normal self' (as she'd put it) because apparently she got discounts. Unfair. If police got discounts, why couldn't Batman?

Suddenly, Robin's voice cuts into his thoughts for what seems like the twentieth time that day, blabbering on excitedly about all the different flavors of ice cream they can get. Batman tunes in and out of the conversation for a few minutes, and by the time they all get to the ice cream store Joker's joined in on Robin's discussion on why mint chocolate chip ice cream should be banned because it's so terrible.

"-I know, right!" the villain says, hands on his hips. "What kind of person even thinks it's an acceptable flavor?"

"Exactly!" Robin nods, before quickly looking around. His eyes light up suddenly, and he almost knocks someone over running to the building they're not even that far from. "WE'RE HERE!"

Harley peeks out from behind the building, before quickly ducking back behind it when she sees Batman and co.

"Hey, guys!" she hisses to her company- aka, all of Joker's 'squad'- and motions for them to come closer. "Okay, you know the plan, right?"

There's a chorus of 'yeah's, and someone says, 'duh, we've been practicing this all week,' to which they get a light smack on the head from Poison Ivy.

"Alriiiiiiiiiiight, then let's go!" Harley smirks, skating toward the back entrance of the ice cream shop with a giggle.

Batman huffs and stares out of the window of the ice cream store, waiting for Barbara to finish getting their ice cream. Seriously, what is taking her so long? As if reading the vigilante's mind, Robin speaks up suddenly.

"I'm gonna go see what's taking Barbara so long..." he trails off, as if meaning to say something else, but then shakes his head and beams up at the two still left at the table. "Bye, Bat-Dad! Bye.." he pauses for a split second, thinking. "...Joker!"

Batman smiles a bit as the child runs off, his cape fluttering behind him. A few people turn to stare- actually, quite a few confused citizens have been stealing glances since the group arrived- now that it's just Joker and Batman sitting at the table.

"Sooooooooo..." the vigilante starts, not quite knowing where to take this conversation.

"About this whole 'dating' thing," the other cuts in, and Batman doesn't know whether to feel relieved or nervous. "Just for the record, how long exactly are we going to be keeping it up..?"

Ah, shit.

He actually hadn't thought about that, had he?

For a few seconds, he just stutters out a few incoherent words, before clearing his throat. Ahh, good ol' awkwardness. Gotta love it!

"Well- uh- I guess as long as it has to? I mean-"

There's a sudden scream, and a yell of 'OH MY GOD WHO IS THAT' before Batman quickly looks up from Joker's now-surprised face to see a cloaked figure holding.. something. Oh, yay.

"Aaalright, whoever you are," he groans, getting up from his seat to face the mysterious figure. "Here's how it's gonna go. I'm gonna kick your butt, and- HEY!"

The figure suddenly grabs Joker- who lets out a yelp of surprise- by the wrist, before slinging him over their shoulder and starting to run off. Batman feels.. angry? Would that be the right way to put it?

He shakes his head and decides to think about that later, before taking off toward whoever's attempting to (presumably) kidnap Joker.

Harley pants a little as she skates along the pavement, Joker slung over her shoulder as she attempts to outrun Batman. Okay, maybe she's not really trying, considering the whole meaning of this plan is to get the vigilante to save him, but she's gotta make some sort of effort to seem legitimate, right?

"Put. Me. Dooooooooooooooooown!" Joker whines, pounding on Harley's back with his fists. The woman barely stifles a slightly annoyed groan- god, he really can be a handful sometimes...

She manages to carry on for another few blocks before starting to give up- she isn't getting tired or anything, it's just that somehow, the bat keeps catching up to her no matter how fast she skates. And, as soon as she so much as slows down slightly, she can feel a hand grabbing the hood of her cloak. Crud.

Just as Batman yanks the hood down, Harley quickly drops Joker onto the floor and dashes off at full speed, praying to whatever god is out there that she hasn't been recognised.

"Joker!" Batman exclaims as the villain groans, rubbing his head as he attempts to get up. After a few seconds he manages to make himself sound calmer, although he doesn't feel it. "Are.. you okay?" without hesitation, he picks the other up, barely noticing the blush that dusts Joker's cheeks.

"U-uh, yeah, m'good!" he stutters, flashing him a sharp-toothed grin that seems a little wobbly.

He doesn't have time to dwell on the thought, though, because suddenly, two familiar figures- Robin and Barbara- are running up to the two, the former holding a whole tub of chocolate ice cream and grinning impossibly wildly. As the child spots the two, his eyes light up with something that looks just slightly sinister, and he speeds up, tossing the tub of ice cream to Barbara. Then, he barrels into Batman, knocking the vigilante- and, consequently, Joker- over.

"Oof- heya, kid!" Joker laughs, despite the fact that he was just almost kidnapped, and Batman may or may not feel his heart melting for the millionth time that day. "Where have you been?"

"Oh- we were getting the ice cream but they ran out because someone stole it so they just gave us a discount on a whole tub because Barbara's a police officer and they get discounts isn't that cool-!" then, he pauses. At first, Batman thinks it's to catch his breath, but then Robin looks behind them and his eyes go wide. "And running. From them."

Oh no.

The press.

The questions almost go on forever.

Most of them actually aren't related to the 'crime,' (which, by the way, was just stolen ice cream and the attempted kidnapping of Joker. One of those things isn't very important to Batman.) and just the fact that Batman has never, ever gone out, doing normal people things with his family- and with the Joker, his worst enemy.

Now, the crowd has calmed down a little bit, Robin seems to be getting tired, and Barbara's saying she has things to attend to at work. Meanwhile, Batman is still standing there (still carrying Joker, too) answering question after question. Most of them are the same.. until the very end. The worst questions are always at the very end.

"Why exactly were you with the Joker in the first place?" fantastic. He opens his mouth to answer, barely noticing Robin's uncharacteristically mischievous smirk until it's too late and his son is already cutting in.

"Oh! It's because they're dating!"