Disclaimer: Batman is not mine and I'm getting sick of repeating myself! Becca and Angie belong to me, and that's about it.
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"Look, all I'm asking is if a house was made of wood, and since the wood was alive at one point, can that house die?"
"For the last time, Becca, a house can not die!"
"Of course it can, haven't you ever seen Monster House?"
"That's different, Monster House is a cartoon."
Becca shrugged. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. Man, we've been here for three days and nothing exciting has happened. Well, unless you count slugging Batman in the back of the head."
Angie frowned. "I really think that was a bad idea; he could find you."
"It's been three days, if he wanted to find me, he'd have found me by now. Remember, he never really saw me."
"This is Batman we're talking about. Sooner or later, he'll find you."
"I'm not holding my breath. Hey, you wanna get a soda?"
"Sure, why not."
They walked to the nearest grocery store and each bought a Mountain Dew. About three minutes later, Becca got bored; this was a bad thing. She walked to the middle of the store and was about to scream "Oh my god, it's the Joker!" when a cloud of smoke appeared followed by maniacal laughter. Becca went pale as she turned to Angie.
"Oh wow, it really is the Joker."
"Becca, I think we better leave."
"I think you're right."
The two of them began running to the exit when none other than Gotham's own Clown Prince of Crime dropped in front of them. He grinned at them as they tried to back away. Behind him, the Scarecrow scowled from behind his burlap mask.
"Why, hello there. Joker's the name, laughter's my game. So, Scary, they the ones?" he called over his shoulder.
Scarecrow nodded. Joker turned his attention back to the girls. If possible, his grin grew even wider.
"So, how'd a couple of kids like you manage to knock our Batsy out cold turkey, huh?"
Angie was shaking too badly to speak, so Becca replied, "Um that . . . . that was me, actually. I kinda hit him with . . . with a baseball bat. Angie didn't really do anything."
"Becca," hissed Angie, "don't make conversation with him!"
"Well, why not," she huffed back. "It's better than just standing here looking stupid!"
"The Batman knocked out by a baseball bat; talk about ironic! You two manage to unmask Batman, something we've been trying to do for years, and now every criminal in Gotham will know who he really is."
"Um not to interrupt your rambling, but is there a point to this?"
Someone cocked a gun near Becca's head and a thick New York accent said in her ear, "the point is that my Puddin' is tellin' ya you're comin' with us, ya got it?"
Becca sighed. "Harley Quinn; great. We need another clown around here."
"Hey, I'm not a clown, I'm a jestah! There's a difference, ya know!"
"You see, kids, Batsy has gotten hold of all the kids in this town, so there's none left for us. One day, we're not gonna be here, so we'd like to pass on our smarts."
"But instead of going through the joys of childbirth," interrupted Harley, "we're just gonna use you girls, 'kay?"
Angie gulped. "Um, I'll pass."
Becca glanced at her friend. "I don't think we have a choice. So clowny where're we going?"
Joker laughed. "It's a surprise. Okay kids, to the Jokermobile!"
"The Jokermobile? Is that really the best you could come up with?"
"Put a lid on it, Scary; at least I have a car!"
". . . . . Touché."
The girls were escorted out of the store and across the parking lot to a bright purple van. Scarecrow put a hand over his eyes.
"Dear God, I didn't think it was possible, but I think I've lost my sight from looking at how purple that van is."
Suddenly, Becca stopped and asked Joker "Can a house die?"
In response, he pressed a button on a remote control. Suddenly, the grocery store they were just in blew up right before their eyes. "I'd say that's a yes," he laughed.
Becca grinned at Angie. "I told you so," she said smugly.
"Oh, shut up, that's a store, not a house."
"Same thing."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Aha!"
Angie glared and Becca just smirked. They barely registered the rogues watching them.
The ride was so violent Angie thought she was going to die. Becca, however, was having the time of her life, enjoying the ride with her head out the window. Scarecrow was beside them and looked like he was about to lose his lunch.
"Joker, are you sure you're supposed to be going this fast?"
"Nope!"
He groaned. "I'm in a car with an insane clown at the wheel of a van going at least sixty miles over the speed limit. Wonderful."
The ride ended when a sleek black car cut them off. Scarecrow's head slammed against the back of the driver's seat, Angie fell forward on the floor of the van, and Becca's head jerked back in the window."
"Sweet mother of Jefferson Davis, what was that?!"
"Um, a car, duh."
"Well, I knew that." Her look of annoyance quickly changed to panic as she saw the dark figure stepping out of the vehicle. "Oh no, it's him."
Angie looked out the window. "Batman!"
"Ohhh, shiitake mushrooms, he found us. Then again, it might have to do with the fact that we're sitting in his arch-nemesis's car-I mean van."
"Yeah, that could be it."
They were forced to abandon the van. Harley loaded her bazooka. "Stick with me, kiddos, and you'll be just fine. Just let auntie Harley take care 'a the Bat!"
A second later, Batman landed in front of them. Becca leaned towards Angie and whispered, "Do you think he recognizes you?"
A cold stare from Batman made Angie nod. "Oh, he definitely recognizes me. Becca, I think he thinks I'm the one who hit him."
"Well, better you than me."
"But I didn't do that, you did!"
"Angie!" she hissed. "Don't tell him that! He might realize the truth"
"Too late," he growled. They gulped. Becca took a step towards him.
"Heeeeeey, Batman. Listen, my friend is a big fan of yours, so I was wondering if you could let us off with a warning."
"Not a chance. You two are obviously unstable. You're going to Arkham."
A missile missed his head as Harley aimed again. "You ain't sendin' anyone anywhere Batman!"
Roughly around ten minutes later, Harley, Joker, Scarecrow, Becca, and Angie were on their way to Arkham Asylum.
A/N: Sorry if Joker and Harley are OOC, but it's my first time writing them, and I can't get it down right yet. Review please, and tell me what you think.