-Joker-
“More bubbly, Mr. J?”
“Don’t mind basically do!”
I hold out my glass and Harley fills it on the brim. Oh, I love it when a plan all comes together! I’ll must find time to thank that decoy. I sip the sweet nectar which is champagne. I enjoy just how it tickles my tongue! All of the little bubbles dancing around during my mouth. I go over at Harley and gulp down other glass.
“More?”
“No, thanks a lot, Harley! Supply the remote.”
Harley climbs from my giant bean-bag chair and retrieves the remote. Oh, I really like this chair! A mountain of beads and packing peanuts held together by a thin layer of fabric. Harley put an opening within it the final time I was out. The cut remains for my child cheek.
“Here’s your remote, Mr. J!”
“Thank you, Harley! Now, why don’t you are going rest while I admire my handy work?”
“Sure thing, Mr. J!”
Harley skips off into the other room. Her breasts bounce around because tight, red and black costume of hers. I have to admit that her ass doesn’t look bad in the outfit either. But an adequate amount of that. I mustn’t distract my self with pointless, erotic fantasy. Let’s see what’s for the boob-tube!
Live with Howard and Jenny?
Barf!
Earlier Show with Jane McDonald?
Gag!
Super Crazy Action Heroes?
Oh, the globe is really not only a fair place. There are always cartoon shows about the heroes. Where will be the shows to the mad scientist, the mutant freaks, or, my personal favorite, the insane clown killer? I swear there isn't any justice on the planet.
I pull a knife away from my shirt pocket and throw it throughout the room. It hits the life-sized picture of Batman about the wall. Bull’s-eye! Right in the heart! God, I wish to kill him! Also to think, I had created him there before Church turned up. I needed him dammit! Boom! Right relating to the eyes!
Hell, I may too not beat myself up over. I already took proper care of that issue. Time to go forward. What direction to go now? Kidnap the mayor? No, no, I’ve done that before. Poison the city’s water. No, that didn’t work the twenty times I’ve tried it before, so why repeat the process? No, I need a new challenge.
I climb away from my bean-bag and walk throughout the room. I pull the knife out of the wall and stare at Batman’s picture. It’s not just a photograph. Harley drew it with a crayon plus it looks horrible, but it works best for me. Damn Bat thinks he’s so damn high and mighty. Thinks he’s invincible. Well, to hell with him.
Pinned up next to the Batman picture is really a small little bit of clothe. The small yellow and black “R” I scammed of the Boy Plunder’s costume right before I killed him. A lotta damn good that did. Bat-boob just replaced him like he did while using first Robin. Hmmm? The 1st Robin…What ever happened towards the little bastard? I know for any idea that the Robin I killed wasn’t the initial. He was short. How it happened to my old kidnap buddy?
You never know? Now, the Bat has a new Robin and that damn Flight-Thing working for him. Nightwing! Whatever! Wait! That’s it!
“HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!”
Nightwing’s the initial Robin! How could I have been so blind! Oh, this can be good! This really is going to be excellent! Why kill Batman? I’ll just wreck his already miserable life by killing his first junior partner! Hell, I’ll kill ‘em both! Nightwing and Robin! Give ‘im the works! Why hang on a minute? I’ll kill that damn Huntress too! Ah, shucks! I’ll kill everyone the son of the bitch ever cared about! The same as I did with Church! That’s ensures that Gordon’s going down too!
Only the thought is getting me all bubbly inside!
“Harley! Come here!”
Harley steps out of her room wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Woof!
“What would it be, Mr. J?”
Dammit! I forgot! Curse her and her damn sexy body!
“…Right! I recall! I’m gonna kill them all, Harley! Every god damned considered one of ‘em!”
“All of who?”
“Everyone that Batman has ever held all-around his heart. Oh, it’s gonna be fun! Bring the bubbly out of the house, Harley! And lose the undergarments! We’re developing a party tonight!”
“Yay!”
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-Nightwing-
I wonder how long he’s been standing up here. I know for any idea that he knows that I’m standing behind him for the opposite side of the roof. The question is: just when was he going to acknowledge that fact? And think, after providing I’ve been gone, this is the welcome I recieve. Rather rude if you ask me.
“What’s on your mind, Dick?”
“Oh, so I are out there? I believed I didn’t there for a second. Better question, what’s in your thoughts?”
“Nothing that concerns you.”
I walk through the roof and join him on the ledge of the building. I browse the street below and watch the folks walk by. They look like ants because of this height. I spit from a building once and the man made me wash the Batmobile. I don’t determine what the large deal was. It didn’t hit anybody.
“And why is that?”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t would like you involved.”
“Uh-huh…”
How much does he think We are, stupid? I became Robin for a good 5yrs of my well being. I do think I picked up a few things in that time. No less than, I'd hope i could have. Not that I use everything that he trained me in, but I wouldn’t be who I'm today if it hadn’t been for him.
I glance at the structure next door after which it look go back over at Batman. I possibly could analyze the problem. There can be a theft of some sort or possibly a hostage situation going on in that building. On the other hand, in the event it were the situation, there would most probably be police here. No, he’s investigating something and i also have a very very good idea how it is.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that Robert Church thing, wouldn't it?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Ignoring the question won’t ensure it is vanish entirely.”
“If I only say yes, are you going to promise not to become involved?”
“Have I available a promise i haven’t kept?”
“Yes. And you didn’t make it yet.”
“Fine… I promise you, Let me not join up.”
“Thank you.”
“Was that so hard?”
I look back over at the building across out of this one. It’s a condominium. I had been never much of a detective, though the doorman kinda gave it away. I can’t help wonder why he’s here, but he will not do anything with no grounds.
“Who’s in that room?”
“Detective Charlie Parker.”
“Oh…And he is…?”
“Church’s former partner. You weren’t this pushy when you were Robin.”
“True, but I was a lot smaller than you then too… Former partner? So how exactly does he tie into this?”
“Church was observed in the Gotham Central parking lot addressing Parker the day his family was killed.”
“And?”
“He may have some knowledge of Church’s state of mind that day.”
“Oh… So, what are you awaiting?”
“I’m awaiting his wife and mother-in-law to go out of the dwelling. I don’t want to burden them, when i would think that Parker wouldn’t wish to either.”
“What floor does he go on?”
“The thirteenth.”
“Which apartment?”
“Over there.”
He nods with a lighted window about the thirteenth floor. I can’t figure out anybody out of this distance, but I’m without doubt Batman can. He either has the magnification on inside his lenses or he’s hardly looking. That’s for ages been the weird thing about him: his capability to predict the unpredictable is uncanny.
“I suppose you’re giving me that information just to toy with me?”
“Why would you think that?”
“You’ve already asserted you don’t want me involved. So, why do you ok , i'll will end up in next to you?”
“I’m not going to.”
“My point exactly. So, why even bother telling me?”
“To keep you distracted.”
“Distracted? From what?”
“While you were watching the window I injected you using a sedative.”
“What!”
“I’m sorry, Dick. I don’t would like you involved.”
Batman jumps from the building and spreads his cape. He floats away on the building and that i learn to wobble on my feet. I jump down from your ledge of the building back onto the rooftop and take a moment. My head is spinning being a damn ride in a carnival. My eyes grow heavy and close the shutters around the world. Perhaps I’ll awaken safely in Wayne Manor for a while following Batman has questioned Parker.
Where the hell may be the news! I’m losing my patience! Many of these damn channels and I can’t find what I’m trying to find. Offer think you have to push the damn channel button before I find the news! Wait…! Is that…? No! Dammit!
“Harley!”
“Yeah, Mr. J?”
“What channel may be the news on?”
“GNN, Pooky!”
GNN, eh? Well, let’s check…Dammit! That’s it! I hate it when she’s right! Makes me look like a damn idiot! She probably won’t let that go either. Each and every time she figures something out, she gets assertive and rubs it inside my damn face.
Well, that’s fine, because if she tries getting smart beside me I’ll put a gash in their other cheek.
“Next on GNN, the tragic story with the Church family. Stay tuned for more.”
“Yes! Just a couple short commercials and my greatest glory is going to be plastered all around the television for your city to see!”
Oh, I dispise commercials. I don’t care whether this lady has genital herpes and I don’t care that her husband doesn’t! I don’t wanna read about Super Fries’ new triple-patty stacker! And who the hell wants to begin to see the tampon commercials! Make contact with the damn news! Hey! There’s likely to be a special on hyenas tonight about the Animal Spot channel. Hmmm… I assume commercials aren’t all bad all things considered. Ooh!
Good news has returned on!
“Good morning, I’m Danny Turner. Welcome back to GNN. Today we provide you with the tragic story in the Church family. We have now go to James Hazel reporting in the Church home. James?”
“Good morning, Danny. Yesterday had not been the night time for your Church family being a great tragedy hit this family or, more specifically, Detective Robert Church. The Gotham City Police get it on strong authority that what went down here the other day was the work in the Joker.”
“HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! I love it!”
"The whole Church family, with the exception of Robert, was discovered dead inside their home last night. There is no sign of Robert, but deceased are his mother, his father, his brother, his sister-in-law, his two nieces, his nephew, and, most unfortunate of most, his wife, Elizabeth. From what I’ve heard, these murders were extremely gruesome and all of the groups were within various positions and mechanisms.”
“Mechanisms, James?”
“That’s right, Danny. Mary Church is discovered on the ground stuck just using her two daughters who have been hanging from rope pulleys. Precisely what it had been all for, I don’t know, but it is certainly difficult to consider.”
“What is the current progress into the case, James?”
“Well, I spoke with Commissioner Gordon and the man said that she has formed two search parties. One of these is always to hunt for Joker as well as the other for Church. However, there is no doubt in my mind that the Batman will likely be associated with this case.”
I throw the remote in the TV and the screen breaks. Batman! Every damn time! It always pops up to that damn flying rat! He's got absolutely nothing to do using this type of! But, if he desires to get involved, he’ll decrease equally hard as Church will. I’m not going back to Arkham, not now but not again.
“Is everything alright, Mr. J? I heard something break.”
“Go back to bed, Harley!”
“S-Sorry, Mr. J.”
“Don’t apologize, you idiot! Simply do it!”
Jesus! Sometimes I merely wanna kill that woman! She’s lucky she’s cute. Ya know, as dumb as she acts sometimes, it’s difficult to imagine that she was once a psychiatrist.
We now have a continuous criminal investigation in to the Mari naval base blast on July 11th; we now have another ‘committee’ under Polys Polyviou probing information to apportion responsibility; we've already a similar probe from the House Defence Committee (no jokes please) - and now we are told that Parliament has appointed an Ad Hoc committee to “monitor the investigation process”.