PROLOUGE

Joker POV

"I'm going to uh, need that uniform, miss." I said sweetly, adding a killer smile. She looked at me funny, and I frowned. I sighed loudly, and dramatically, then frowned and squinted. "Listen bitch, just give me the damned suit!" I growled, getting to the point that I might just kill her first and take the suit by force. I giggled at the pleasant mental picture.

The lady began to shake, quaking at the sight of my towering frame, (quite a lot taller than hers) and my loud voice (More annoying than loud! Hahaha). She began to quickly undress, but then suddenly stopped, and glared at me. I stared back.

She glared.

I stared.

"OH!" I suddenly felt like a total pervert. "Sorry! Oh, uh," I licked my lips, and put my hands up in diffence, my fingers twitching rythmically, "I'm not a rapist-just to let you know." I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. Me? A rapist? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah RIGHT! That would be foul. I quickly spun around facing a wall why the young woman took off her business skirt and blouse. I found quite an interesting picture on the wall, and imagined it splattered with blood, and the man in the frame with the same face as me. A blood red smile, and large black eyes.

I sighed, and spun back around, only to find the small woman in her underwear and wearing a pair of high heels. I smirked. "AH-TA-TA-TA-TA!" I smiled fully now, looking down at her shoes, and then looking back at her face. "Shoes toooo!" I said cheerfully, practically bouncing in my shoes. She undid her shoes, and handed them over. "Thank yoooou! Now, here's the suprise!" I giggled, almost bursting with laughter.

Then I pulled a pistol and shot her.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" I began to laugh hysterically.

Laugh at her face.

Laugh at the blood.

Laugh at everything.

It was all so funny!

I shook my head, trying not to get side-tracked. I had to get back to the warehouse, to my boys, and start today's mission. I picked up all the clothing items, and merrily skipped outside, jumped into the van driven by, of course, the driver, and drove away, eager to show Batsy my new plan.

CHAPTER 1

Batman POV

I sat in my office in Wayne Industries, going over paperwork and other boring things, wishing I was Batman right now and not Bruce Wayne. Batman would probably be done with this crap already and be out fighting crime by now. Then the clown creeped his way into my mind as he always does.

He creeps into my mind when I least expect it, catching me off guard, and I suddenly find myself wondering what he's doing right about now.

Is he working? Maybe. He's a planner. (Although he just loves to tell everyone he's not-He's a total liar.)

Is he playing around? Possibly. He absolutely loves to do that.

He might be sleeping. No…he never sleeps when there's things he could be doing.

Who knows. He's a very unusual man, and very hard to read. So unpredictable. It fascinates me, really, the way he never seems to do anything twice. That is his main motto, after all. One of many, that is.

'Never tell the same joke twice.'

I sighed, knowing that I knew to much about him. It's dangerous.

Knowing him is dangerous. And the worst thing is:

I'm attracted to him.

Not just physically, but emotionally, and mentally. I fell into his trap. He'd wrapped me into the loop of his twisted mind, still trying to find my breaking point. Trying to find my limits.

I want to know why he does what he does. I want to help him. To cure him. But I know that something like that was probably just a silly dream.

He didn't want help. He probably enjoyed the way he was. He often said he was beyond help.

And he was probably right.

You can't help someone if they don't want to be helped.

You can't fight against some one like The Joker's will. It's basically impossible. That man has a strong will to kill, cause chaos, and to live. Without it I definitely would have killed him by now. Every time I knock him down, he always seems to get back up, no matter what. I had broken every rib in his stomach, and he got up, only to elude me once again. He had to have had major internal bleeding, and that would have stopped any normal man.

But that's the thing with the Joker.

He isn't normal.

His face is scared, and he is completely insane.

He's not just insane. He's completely deranged.

And that's what's fascinating about him. He's completely deranged, yet he retains the intelligence, planning, manipulation, and self-control of any other man. And his intelligence is way above average. I suddenly shake my head, and nearly slapped myself, realizing I had totally gotten off track. I noted to myself that I probably should have kept working, because now I'm behind.

"At this rate I'll be here all night!" I said aloud, to no one in particular. I sighed, and looked out the window, the sunset indicating that my night job was about to begin. I smiled. It wasn't a nice job, but it made me feel alive.

And I loved every minute of it.

I sighed, and had a strange feeling of excitement. I smiled.

Tonight's gonna be exhilarating. I just know it.