A/N: I'm going to be honest. My story is having some troubles. I didn't plan out the story arc as well as I should have. I am also having doubts about it, because my main intention was just to write stories about the minutia and daily life of the Joker and Harley Quinn. Therefore, it is time for a short story! It will give me time for planning how to fix the mess I've made! Who knows, maybe it'll be resolved by the end of this. Read and review, if you please. As always, have an excellent day!

Chapter 5: "Things Get Weird! (Even For This Series)"

The trial will start in one week. The Joker and Harley were unceremoniously dumped into a cell and left to rot. Why would the prisons be so stupid as to place them into a single cell? Well, who's going to argue with a pair of mad clowns? Until the trial, they can only converse and ignore the taunts of prisoners too dumb to realize that they're insulting the Joker!

Harley scratched some paint off of the wall. "So, Mr. J, any plans for after the trial?"

The Joker leaned back on the bench. "I can't think of anything, surprisingly. Our plan to kill the Batman failed. They just send some teen. It wouldn't be as fun electrifying her with the nanobots. Interrupted vacations, incomplete plans, and INSENSITIVE PRISON GUARDS!" This last part was yelled at Bernie the Guard, who was staring at them, grinning like a loon. He sloped off to go bother Steven Wornchupper.

Harley poked the wall, which fizzled and sparked. She stared at it, thoroughly confused. "Well, that's new. Hey, come look at this." The pair made small indentations in the wall, upon which colorful sparks and miniature rainbows started to appear.

The Joker looked around. "No, I don't think that guards gave us drugs. This doesn't seem like the Scarecrow's work. Do you think it's worth it to see if the wall breaks?"

Harley shrugged and tried to rip apart the moldy toilet. After a few tries, she succeeded, and the two set to bashing the wall. This, of course, alerted the guards. However, by the time the guards arrived, only Harley was in the cell, whistling innocently.

She waved at them. "What's up?" The Joker popped up, seemingly out of thin air, and grinned. The guards instantly called for backup, perhaps Zatanna or some other magic user. Still smiling, Harley and the Joker leaped through the wall.

…

Everything was blue. Orbs floated at random, emitting random sounds. Soup cans were suspended in the air. Evidently, the owner of this realm was an art lover. The Joker and Harley floated around, trying to get a grip on something, fearing that they would fly off to a grisly grave if they could not get onto solid ground. That is, if solid ground could be found here…

With a flash of light, a silhouette appeared, clapping giant hands. Harley and the Joker vanished, into the ether.

…

Trees, houses, and the sounds of urban life. A small crowd had gathered to view something, presumably a store's grand opening, but scattered when the Joker and Harley warped into their world.

Back in the prison cell, a figure appeared, wielding a bright yellow sword. He or she wore a costume that was emblazoned with images of rubber ducks. This odd person pressed a button and the costume retracted, revealing a different suit underneath, comprised of robotics. The sword was raised for battle, and the person intoned, "And, lo, the Rubber Ducky Man hath arrived. I will be a GOD!"

To be continued…

A/N: Confused? You can find the origin of Rubber Ducky Man in my stories "Rubber Ducky" and "Rubber Ducky 2: The Duckening." Meanwhile, the answers to all this mystical weirdness will soon be revealed in my other tale, "Gravity Falls: No Fourth Wall."