#sillyjokes

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"Okay, okay, Batsy," The madman gives the bat a muddled stare, as he walks over to the crouch to sit down. "What are ya' going to do exactly, darling? " He looks up at Batman with a wide, curious grin. "Next time it won't be this easy. Next time i won't listen to your orders," He giggles. " What game are we playing?"

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Wait? The Joker is willfully complying?

THIS HAS TO BE A TRAP!!!!

He isn't running. Isn't protesting. Isn't resisting. Isn't flinching. What gives? He is too still. As if the outcome is already determined and she's the only one who hasn't caught up yet. Her shoulders tense out of instinct, a preamble towards whatever is to come next.

Eyes narrow contemptuously beneath the cowl and it takes ALL of her energy to tamp down the irritation bubbling upwards inside of her. She takes for herself a steadying breath, her preditory-like footsteps stalking in his wake.

WHY? Why did he have to cast her that damnable grin and then refer to her as ""darling""? The mockery. The sheer audacity. It leaves an acrid taste like metal imprinted upon her tongue.

"Next time?" There's a rumble like far off thunder encapsulated by the spoken words as she parrots his. It's as if he presumes they will have future encounters. Why? Is it because he thinks she'll leave this one completely unsatisfied?

Bats swallows uneasily as she broaches the gap between them. Wordlessly, her gloved hand reaches out and with practiced poise, she tilts his head back. She forces the eye contact to deepen. "Does it matter?" A deliberate pause is gifted. "For someone who likes games..." the brooding voice finally replies, "you're not even playing." She leans in close. Close enough to count his breaths.

Was she really? No. She was NOT going to do something foolish like KISS him. He would just love lording a mistake like that over her head for an eternity. Wouldn't he? This is business. Strictly business, no matter how alluring a shade his lips are painted.

The Bat holds his gaze too intensely, for far too long. It unnerves even her. She wants him to be equally as unsettled.

The menace sinks into the seat opposite him. The shroud of her cloak falls around her like an outlining shadow. She lets the heady silence coil so tightly between them it could sever and SNAP.

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