Chapter 2: New Friends, Old Enemies - Gotham City Police Department

November 19th, 11:48 p.m

"But hey, look at all my new friends, I've come a long way!" Joker yelled.

"I've had enough. You're-..." Batman started.

"BATS, DON'T INTERRUPT!" Joker interrupted Batman in return, "I was getting to the good part. Now, let me explain your boys in blue and judicial practitioners... they're a joke to die for," Joker expressed in sarcasm, "Now you may not know it, but me and Half-Face - huhuhuhu - sorry, I crack myself up."

"Get to the point," Batman demanded.

"Well, we have a little history:"

"So how are we gonna do this?" Two-Face asked Commissioner Loeb.

"Frankly, we need a scapegoat," Loeb replied, "so get one of these low-life, petty thieves to cause a distraction, while we make out with the product. Here:" Loeb handed Two-Face a file. "Use this schmuck:" (Jack). "Easy enough."

"Or so they thought," Joker said. "Blah-Blah-Blah. You caught me, I fell in. Fate's one hell of a joke, don't you agree, Bats?"

"That may be so, but that doesn't give you the right to prey on the weak and defenseless of Gotham," Batman yelled while grabbing Joker.

"Well it's a bat eat, bat world out there. I just want a few laughs before we swallow each other whole. HUHUHHUHHUHUH!"

"You're going away for good. No more of these useless games," Batman declared.

"Awe... but the game was just getting good, Bats... come on, I still have an ace up my sleeve. Hahahaha!"

"What do you mean? STOP PLAYING GAMES!" Batman ordered.

"Oooh but, Bats, you play the game so well, no need to waste a good player now... Plus, Gotham needs a home player like you. With all these crazies running amuck, how would the city sleep without their big, bad bat to tuck them in? But no matter, Bats, the game has dealt me a hand to play on... I hope your poker face is strong under that mask."

Enraged, Batman threw Joker across the room, into the glass, cracking it.

"You know, Bats, we don't have all night to dance like this. Even though I would love to accompany you to your home for some wine, I can't. This joker has a date."

Batman grabbed Joker by his shirt and lifted him to his tippy-toes...

"30 seconds, Bats, that's all the time you've got."

"No, I'm certain that you're going to a bottomless cell to rot."

"15..."

"You're crazy if you think you're getting out of here."

"Time's up, Bats... Joker said as he assumed a crucifix posture, along with a huge smile...

**Bing... bing... bing..bing.. . ,,,,,,,,,,,BOOOOOOOOOM!**

The far wall suddenly exploded, sending Batman and Joker towards the broken glass; they both crashed hard against the ground. Clouds of smoke and debris engulfed the entire room. In an attempt to pick himself up, Batman suffered from vision sway and dizziness. Within the cloud, a shadowy figure materialized before Batman.

"Who are you?!" Batman asked in confusion.

A heavily armored mercenary, by appearance, emerged above Batman. Drawing his sword and questioning amongst the smoke, "Can I kill him now?" The merc asked, as he was using the tip of his sword to lift Batman's chin.

"Oooooh! Mister Wilson! Please, there's no need for all of that... if you want your money, that is." Joker mentioned in a slurred tone, from being dazed by the explosion as well.

"Okay, clown... I will play your game. But don't forget our arrangements."

"Oh, everyone around here is about business. Business this, business that. How about we all just enjoy the ride. huhuhuhu... Now, now, get me out of here, Mister Money Bags. I have to make you rich." Joker joked.

Wilson withdrew his sword from Batman's chin, sheathing it. He finally approached Joker.

"Well, I would love to keep you company, but we will see each other sooner than you think. Actually, huhuhu... to be more specific, I will see you on the 5th. I'll be robbing one of Gotham's three finest banks. Starting with the 5th, 15th, and the 25th. Keep your calender clear, Batman. We have a busy month ahead of us," Joker announced to Batman, as he was now getting dragged away by Wilson.

"Gordon, come in," Detective Bullock pleaded. "I've been in pursuit for about five minutes now. I'm downtown, I need your help."

"I hear you, Bullock. Just clearing out lock-up. Looks like they all made it. I'm heading out now," Gordon mentioned as he was running down the hallway of the station.

**Fing!-Whooosh-Whooosh-Whooosh - Smack - Fing!-Whooosh-Whooosh-Whooosh - Smack**

Gordon slowed, as he drew closer to the mysterious sound. Out of a cell and down the hall, strutted a man from the holding tank, flipping his coin up and down.

The man murmured to himself, "A second chance, indeed."

"Hey, you!" Gordon yelled, "GET BACK IN YOUR CELL!"

Unaware of Gordon's presence, the man was shocked. Running down the hall and stopping at the corner, before losing Gordon, he turned around to reveal himself.

"It's you!" Gordon yelled, drawing his pistol. "Stop, Two-Face!"

Fueled by his desire of revenge, Two-Face quickly ran and lost Gordon. He approached the glass doors to his freedom. He gave one last flip of the coin. **Fing!-Whooosh-Whooosh-Whooosh - Smack** Gazing down with pleasure from the outcome, Two-Face gave a grin, "Looks like I'm paying an old friend a visit."