Sherlock Vs. Joker

Chapter one

Sherlock stared blankly at his ceiling blankly, letting out a sigh. He had been bored all week. John, his flatmate, took his gun away after he woke John up by shooting the wall. He was only simply trying to put his initials in the wall. He had completed the S and just started the H when John ran up and stole his gun.

"What the hell are you thinking!" John yelled at Sherlock.

"I'm boooored." Sherlock sighed. John stomped off, later Sherlock had deducted the noise had given John a war nightmare, so he decided to stop with the gun...for now.

He sighed and looked up toward the mantle. His skull was gone, once again, Mrs. Hudson had hidden it. She had gotten really good at the game, maybe he would go look for it later.

No cases. None, well no interesting ones. Lestrade had been up to see Sherlock two times that week with boring or simple murders.

"Come back when you have something more...interesting." He groaned.

Sherlock heard the door downstairs slam open. Who could it be? John doesn't get off for two hours, and Mrs. Hudson had just went out to shop. Sherlock instantly relized it was John, by the way he limped a bit as he walked up the stairs.

"You're home early." Sherlock glanced over as John ran through the door, he bent over and gasped for air.

"Sh...Sherlock have you seen the n..news?" John asked panting for air.

"No." He sat up and looked at his flustered flatmate, who rushed and turned on the TV.

"Welcome back." The news reporter said shaking from the cold. "We are now at Scotland Yard, ready to talk to Detective Lestrade." Lestrade stepped from the side into the shot, he gave a small smile and looked down, and then up to the reporter.
"So, what have you learned about this murder."

Lestrade took a deep breath. "Well, we do know that the...man who did this escaped from prison in America-"
"But don't people escape from prison all the time?" She said, moving a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes, looking at Lestrade, giving him a grin.

"Y..yes, but these types of murders where only commited by one...man in the world who leaves the mark he did on the bodies."

"Couldn't someone have copied?"

"P..possibly." Lestrade stammered nervously. "Anyone who would like to consult a detective-" Sherlock smiled, knowing Lestrade was talking about him. "with anything suspicious...p...please contact us." He gave a small smile as the reporter nodded toward him.

"Well, we all wish you good luck. Now lets go and see about the weather." John clicked off the tv.
"Interesting enough for ya, Sherlock?" John smiled, looking over at the sofa, but Sherlock was already putting on his large trench coat.

"Are you coming, John?" Sherlock grinned, wrapping his scarf around his neck.

John smiled and nodded. Maybe finally he could take Sherlock's gun out of his dresser. He followed after Sherlock.

~to be continued~