It was storming. Lightening was striking and thunder was loud, houses shook. Bruce always loved this type of weather. He pulled a chair up to the window, watching the rain pour down. Its been a quiet day, thats rare in gotha-..the alarm went off, the bat signal shining bright in the night sky. As much as he loved being able to relax for once, Bruce had to go. He rushed down to the batcave, getting dressed and checking his computer. Of course. The joker. In secret, bats wouldn't have it any other way..in fact. He was waiting for this moment. He got into his car, driving off to the old warehouse.
Of course, it would be the usual. Joker would have his bombs, theyd fight, batman would diffuse the bombs, the occasional hostage, etc. But..not this time. This was..different. Batman ran in. "its over, joker. Where are you?" the smiling man then slowly walks out, "looking for me, batsy?" he pulls out a remote..a detonator. "maybe if you could just, get this ol thing.." Batman ran for him, almost catching him. "hah...it won't be that easy" he threw one of his signature "playing cards" at him, running up the stairwell, holding a sac of who knows what. Batman chased him, nicking his cheek with a batarang. "missed my eye, batsyyyy" he stepped onto the edge of the building.."if you come any closer, batsy, i'll press this button aaand..heheh..youll lose just this once" "No, joker. I wont, i dont have to move." he took out his grappling hook, pulling the joker to his feet and dragging him close. "..hm..that was a good one, batsy. But..not good enough." he reached for the button and then "you mean this ol thing? Hm." he crumbled it to pieces, right in his hand. "i could just kILL you right now" they both heard the police sirens. Batman stood the shorter man up. They were dangerously close..they accidentally brushed lips with eachother. "batsy are you coming on to me? Im flattered, but-.." batman planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "Kill em with kindness." then, he was gone.
Bruce rushed to the batmobile. Looking in the mirror, he blushed as he saw the faint mark of red lipstick smeared over his mouth. He drove back to the batcave. He couldn't stop blushing. He took off the suit, walking upstairs. "What is..on your face, sir?" 'oh shit' he thought. 'What do i tell him?'
Alfred continued staring at the smeared red stain. Asking again, after getting no answer, "Master Bruce..what is that on your face?" "Nothing alfred..just bled a little..thought i got it off." Alfred didnt buy that one bit. But decided not to question it further. "Whatever you say, sir."
