Hello from the other side- of the inter-webs, I mean. Sadly, I am not yet whole, but soon, soon I will absorb my alter-egos and become the ultimate- procrastinator? Shut up. I strongly dislike you. The feeling is mutual. I wonder if this is what it is like to hate yourself. Elmo is creepy. That, I am sure we can agree on. Concur'd. I no own the things. I be goodly not illegal.

"Embrace the dark side… we have cookies." Robin stared at Luna. "No seriously, the snacks are fantastic. Especially the internet brownies." Luna stated calmly, trying to persuade her young apprentice. Or not-apprentice, because she didn't want to live by the always-two-there-are rule. Or be killed by said apprentice. Because Dark Side.

"But I don't wanna be evil." Robin said, yawning. He was currently sitting at a table across from Luna, a day after he had met her. At Joker's HQ. But whatever he had thought of the psycho before, actually didn't line up with what he was witnessing right then. The psychologically malformed man was making pancakes. And not just any pancakes.

Pink pancakes. With Mickey Mouse Ears. Inconceivable.

"Well, if you don't want to be totally on the evil-bad side, you can just be your own little anti-hero. Saving people on your own terms, outside the law, but not caring one bit." Luna responded dazedly.

"Anti-hero...? What do you mean?" The surprisingly-non-colorful boy asked. He frowned as a whistling Joker set plates in front of the three of them, full of steaming, yet still disturbing, pink Mickey Mouse pancakes.

"A main character in a book, play, movie, etc., who does not have the usual good qualities that are expected in a hero."

Robin stared. "Did you… did you look that up in a dictionary, just now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Luna said, not at all suspiciously shoving her iPad more into her orange jacket decorated with many-tailed foxes. Robin merely raised an eyebrow without further comment. They all turned to their food, the Joker humming Christmas carols merrily to himself.

Luna savagely stabbed her fork into the pancake on her plate, ripping a chocolate chip eye from Mickey Mouse's delicious eye socket. The way she ate the Disney character themed breakfast food deeply disturbed the bird themed sidekick.

Suddenly, The Joker stopped his humming and looked contemplative. The villain glanced around the room, apparently searching for something with his eyes. "I feel like there's something I'm forgetting…"

"You mean Angry Badger? She is with her friends and probably spying on peeps, or even possibly blowing stuff up. You never know with Angry Badger and friends." Luna responded, with a somewhat creepy smile on her face as she devoured Mickey Mouse's obnoxiously large ears.

"Huh. How did I not notice her absence whatsoever. Weird." Joker shrugged, uncaring. He was already used to Luna's nicknames for people she didn't really know, or cared enough about to have gotten to know.

"Maybe because she is super stalker-like and also a bit of a creeper." The blonde said as she licked her fork, her victim already disposed of. "But not the creepers that explode in those block games. The people-creepers who make the elderly sigh into their graves." She added, only clarifying for her own sanity's sake.

"Isn't the saying 'roll over in their graves', not-"

"No, Robin. Of course not. That would make sense, so I couldn't use it, because sometimes actually making sense is offensive to people. So it's best to not make any sense at all, and then people will love you. Because science. And politics." She patted the little boy's head in a patronizing way, ruffling his hair as he glared back, eyelid twitching.

"...What are we doing?" Robin asked from his perch behind a rather large raspberry bush. Luna simply shushed him, and kept on spying on random passersby through the branches of a blueberry bush beside him, her mouth and fingers colored blue from the nabbed fruit.

After swallowing another large bite of blueberries, which probably belonged to someone, Luna whispered as quietly as she could to the boy still dressed in an arrangement of black clothing. "We are spying on potential targets to help you see the good in becoming an anti-hero."

"But I don't want to be an anti-"

"Shush!" Luna poked him in the cheek. "I found a target. Watch and learn, I'll show you how anti-heroes get it done." And before the far more sensible preteen could stop her, she leaped out of the bush and strolled into the street, ignoring the leaves stuck randomly throughout her frazzled hair.

Robin watched anxiously as she walked up to a Japanese man eating sushi seated at an outdoor table. The man was scribbling in an odd looking notebook with an apathetic expression. Luna stopped right in front of him and smiled at him, and he stared back without any interest showing in his eyes. Robin watched as the blonde witch continued to smile at the man, who was steadily growing more and more confused at the strange behavior, and disturbed that the odd blonde hadn't blinked in over two minutes.

Suddenly Luna lunged towards the table the man was seated at -which caused the Japanese man to strangely grab his notebook protectively- and she quickly grabbed the sushi. She cackled as she slam dunked the sushi on the ground, and declared in a loud yell, "FISH ARE FRIENDS, NOT FOOD!" The she left the gaping man behind as she cackled while running away before anyone could call the cops on her, or the men who give away the funny jackets to take her to the white, fluffy rooms.

Robin sighed as he watched her escape around the block, and picked some raspberries to munch on, leaning back with his eyes closed. He was sure that he'd never understand how her brain worked, but he wasn't certain that that was a bad thing. Maybe some things were just better if you didn't know what they were made out of, like honey. Yeah, honey was sweet. No reason to ruin the nice image by going into the technical aspects of everything.

Sometimes it was just nice to kickback, smell the roses and the chloroform… wait, what? Robin blinked his eyes open sluggishly, attempting to move away from the knock out gas, but found that he was no longer able to control his limbs.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was brilliant scarlet hair, and feminine giggles.

A.N.: I just realized how unnecessary that cliff hanger was. Oh well, drama makes the world go 'round.

Thank you so much to all my new and old followers and favorites! *golf claps* If any of you have any ideas for more funnies and giggle-toots, please send it in a nice review. I love feedback. I love it more than my pet rock, Balboa. I will try my best to incorporate every one of your ideas into this as I can, as long as they're not too infested by nargles.

I also love to infuse my chappies with references, 'cause they're snazzy.

Thank ya, my sis, for inspiring me to write this at 1:37AM, and thank you to God for helping me not to have died from a savage volleyball today.