Jim Gordon stood up and unlocked the Joker's handcuffs.

"If we're going to play games, i'm going to need a cup of coffee," he grumbled whilst walking to the door.

"Ah, the old good-cop bad-cop routine?" asked the Joker, while he was playig with his fingers happily.

"Not exactly," he hissed and left the Joker in the room in complete and utter darkness. Ten minutes went by and nothing happened.

"Sorry i'm late. The traffic was a real fucking nightmare," Batman said as he walked through the front door to the interrogation room.

"Oh geez," the Joker said looking at Batman in a strange way. What a sexy guy, thought the Joker.

The lights suddenly came back on and Batman pulled the chair out from under the desk and sat on it, the opposite to the smirking Joker.

"So how are we going to do this?" said Batman wiggling his eyebrows.

"It's your choice hot shot," replied the Joker leaning forward to get a better look at his sexual fantasy man.

"The corner or the table?" taunted Batman edging closer and closer to the Joker.

"Oh, the table will be just fine. The corner is too small. You can't get any action," answered the Joker whilst pushing his chair out making a scraping noise across the floor to stand up.

"The table it is then," said Batman whilst sorting his trusty belt that had seriously to many wepons on. It was a wonder that it stayed in place.

"Now we're talking," said the Joker whilst letting his eyes scan Batman up and down very, extremely slowly to take every detail in.

"Let's get it on," said Batman, placing his hands onto the table and began rising from the chair. He went round to the other side of the table where the Joker was standing, staring.

"Come and get some," the Joker said, taunting Batman with a wide grin plastered to his face.

"Oh i will," replied Batman whilst grabbing ahold of the Joker's collar and twisting him round to smack him down on the table.

"Now we're getting somewhere," said the Joker holding as tightly as he possibly could onto Batman's muscled arms.

"You be -," Batman only got to say part of what he wanted to say because at that very moment Jim Gordon walked through the door with two cups of steaming hot coffee in both hands.

"Oh. My. God," A shell-shocked JIm said dropping both cups of coffee to the dirty grey floor below him.

"This is exactly what it looks like," said Batman as he looked from the Joker to Jim and his gaze remained to where Jim was standing in utter shock.

"Ok that's it," Jim grabbed Batman and pulled him away from the Joker. After only a few seconds later, his gaze averted to the Joker. "You stay where you are," Jim looked away and turned his attension to Batman and began pushing and dragging him out of the room.

"NO! I will see you again my lover and nothing can stop that!," Batman said whilst shaking his fist in the air to emphasise his point to the Joker.

Suddenly the door to the interrogation room slamed closed and the Joker got off of the table and sat on the floor a bit away from the table.

"Maybe we should have used the floor instead," muttered the Joker as he positioned himself to lean against the cold stone wall.