I was extremely sleep deprived when I wrote this. You must have been the same when you wrote all the other chapters. Shut up. I don't own this and neither does my uncool ulter ego. What?!

Luna was feeling totally at home, maybe this universe wasn't so bad. She feels like she could fit in here, there was just one thing missing…

Crash.

Oh, there it is. Luna and the Joker turn their heads around and see a man wearing a long black cape with a strange, eared mask. The blonde thought he looked like some kind of demented rottweiler with the pointy ears.

"Who are you and what are you doing in Gotham?" The rottweiler-man asked in a stupidly deep voice. Luna wondered if he ever hurt his throat when he spoke like that. Just thinking about it made her want to drink some tea with honey in it.

"I'm Luna, nice to meet you." She got up from the table and held out her hand. The caped man just stared at her suspiciously. Luna dropped her hand and smiled widely. "You must have some serious trust issues, let me guess, your parents were murdered when you were a kid?" She saw his eyes narrow behind his mask. Bingo.

"It's okay, I'm sure they're very happy where they are now. But I'm not sure that they would really approve of their son frollicking around in a very trippable cape, and taking down bad guys left and right while simultaneously nearly dying from potentially fatal injuries." Luna raised her eyebrows at him as she said this.

"...I can do what I want."

"Nope. Now go home and rethink your life and your fashion style." She made a shooing gesture with her hand in his direction.

Batman left with a swish of his flowing cape, he decided to get back to this when life made more sense. He could hear Joker's manical laughter behind him as he fled back through the broken window he'd come in through.

"That was the single most amazing thing I'd ever seen in my entire life!" The Joker grinned at the hilarious blonde. She turned around and shook her head sadly.

"Then you've never known the wonders of watching athletes fly hundreds of feet in the air on flimsy sticks of wood, throwing around, catching, and dodging several different sized balls for the entertainment of the masses."

"Sounds delightfully dangerous." Joker said, his eyes full of wonder.

"Yes, lots of people have died in that extremely popular game. But no one really cared about the deaths, and a lot of times the fans go there hoping to witness some horrific accident." Luna nodded sagely.

"Your world sounds like a very fun place."

"You don't know the half of it." The blonde smiled back happily. Then Harley walked out of the bathroom, took one glance at the glass shards everywhere from the shattered window, and groaned in disappointment.

"Why can't I get a more major role in this story!?"