Herrree's Baatman. And Robin, if anyone cares. I don't own this, but if I did, I would give all my money to charity. Because the children, and peace. *eats more paint chips*
Batman was in his Batcave doing bat related things when an alert from his high tech computer disrupted his activity. When Bruce walked over he stared blankly at the screen. There he saw footage from earlier in the day shot by a security camera.
"That's just not right." Wayne's mumblings alerted his colorful sidekick.
"What's not right, sensei?" Robin asked. Bruce groaned at the boy's phrasing, why did he ever think taking on an apprentice was a good idea?
"It appears Arkham has really let their standards drop-"
"That would mean they actually had standards at one point." Robin snickered, but quieted at Batman's glare.
"As I was saying, Joker has escaped from the asylum for the tenth-"
"Sixteenth."
"-sixteenth time this month… anyways, I just saw him on tape, and he looked like he was on a date." Bruce finished solemnly. Robin couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.
"T-the Joker, on a date?! This has got to be a prank. Unless it's with Harley Quinn, but she's always been a bit… fanatical. So I really can't see them together." The teen in the bright suit stifled his cackles as he walked over to the supercomputer.
"I've managed to find out that this mysterious woman uses some kind of telekinesis through a focus made from a stick of wood."
"You mean like a witch with a wand?" Robin said as he rolled his eyes.
"..."
"Seriously, you can tell what they're saying by lipreading, it's not that hard." The teen waved his hand at the computer, and Bruce's eyes widened at the new information.
"Holy cow, Robin!" The man exclaimed.
"Hey! That's my line!"
Bruce Wayne ignored his sidekick, he had more important things to worry about. Like a dimension-traveling magic blond with questionable morals. "This is going to be a long night." He sighed.