"Yah, fo' devil's sake! I'm comin'!" I yelled as someone didn't stop knocking at the front door and because I couldn't recover within seven minutes and wasn't as fast as usual.
I opened the door and stared at Batman. "WHAT?!" I screamed at him in annoyance. "WhatWhatWhat?!" My voice became even louder and I made fists before grabbing his stupid, pointy ears and pulled his head closer. "Whadda fuck is ta matter with ya, stupid bat? I heard the first knock!"
Surprised at my anger, Batman widened his eyes and removed my hands from his ears. "I guess I need your help." He explained and I just walked back while staring at him in anger before slamming the door in his face.
"Black Seven, listen, it's really important!" Batman kept talking and I growled, the pain in my head and stomach making me more aggressive than I already was. "Back the HELL off!" I yelled back and grabbed a bottle of water from a table.
Instead of doing so, Batman kicked the door open and stared at me, almost begging. But I just turned around, throwing the damn water bottle at him, knowing he'd catch it but I was just too outraged right now.
"Now ya ruin mah door? Get. OUT! Or I'm gonna smash both o' yer collar bones!" My patience was almost down to zero but I still tried to calm down.
"Listen, I need to find something out. It involves you, too! And to do that, I need someone to come with me to the Dollmaker." The bat explained and I started laughing, making him stand as if he was shocked.
My bad mood was gone and I smiled. "I'm not gonna go there again, ta moron made me look as he cut my belly open. Nah, thanks!"
Batman narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Again?" He closed the damaged door and I sighed, looking at the ceiling. "Yah, been there taday. Still not amused, hehe."
"Nevertheless, I'm gonna go upstairs now, I have work ta do. Ya know da way out, eh?" I already turned around, feeling like this conversation was over but Batsy obviously thought otherwise.
"Come on, Black Seven, I really need you to help me. I'd take Nightwing with me but it turned out his injuries are worse than we thought." He stared at me, almost begging.
"No! I'm not comin' with ya!" Why did he think I wanted to help him? I had a life, too and it wasn't my job to help the Batman.
Instead of giving up, he sighed, then explained: "I think that...someone I had big trouble with might be still around."
Putting my pointer finger and thumb between my eyes, I sighed. "None o' my business. Ya are a big, smart guy, you'll figure somethin' out."
"I'll do whatever the hell you want, but please, come with me!" As much as I enjoyed him being so desperate for help, I was done with his whiny personality. "I'll brush yer shoes, I'll kill yer enemies, I'll even clean yer house, but please, pleeease, leave me the hell alone!" I kneeled down and looked at him with begging eyes. "All I want is ta go upstairs an' think of ways ta help Harley, is that too much?"
The Batman just stood there with his dumb emotionless face and growled, saying that he rarely needed somebody else's help. "An' I should care because...?" I crooked my head and he explained: "If the day comes when you need help, I'll be more than happy to help you, but right now, this one is a problem for both of us."
"You? Happy?" I laughed harder than I should have while I stood up. "Ya fight Killer Croc an' Scarecrow on a weekly basis. Yet ya can't make a single guy talk? Ya ain't no Batman, ya are a coward!" I said after I managed to calm down before I walked towards the stairs.
"Please, Black Seven." Batman asked again but I shook my head as suddenly, a thought crossed my mind and I stopped walking upstairs, leaning against the stairwell.
"Ya scared!" I looked at him with big eyes. "That's why you asked me instead o' yer friends! Ya don't want 'em ta find out 'bout yer assumption!"
"Of course I don't! I don't wanna let the whole damn city of Gotham think that he might be alive, that'd cause chaos!" He explained and I felt a strange feeling sending goosebumps down my back at his last word.
"Ch-Chaos?" I crooked my head, feeling a smile growing so big, it hurt my lips and made them bleed. My mind got blurry and everything I saw was Batman's mask in front of my face. That sudden hate. And these dark, crazy thoughts.
A final ear-to-ear grin on my face, I widened my eyes. 'Chaos...!' Something about this word just made me snap and I jumped down the stairwell. "Yesss, chaosss!" What was wrong with my voice? But I felt like I wasn't myself right now, anyways, so who cared?
I let the crowbar from my sleeve slide in my left hand, laughing as it almost smashed Batman's jaw if he wouldn't have dodged it.
"Black Seven, calm down!" He yelled and I grinned at him, playing with a card in my pocket.
"Who the hell are you calling Black Seven?" I smiled bright and tossed the crowbar from one hand to the other while I couldn't stop laughing. "I'm crushed you don't remember me, ol' friend."
Batman looked up and down my face, then widened his eyes. "No! That can't be!" I nodded and jumped from the left side to the right. "Sure, if you say so, Batsy!" I suddenly leaped forward, punching him in the face and threw him back.
"Honestly, you used to be faster!" I laughed manically and played with the crowbar. "Missed our lil dances, woo-hahahaha!" Almost crying of laughter, I repeatedly tried to hit him with the crowbar but he dodged every attempt of me to do so.
"I gotta admit, this body is quite awesome, still, I prefer my own. Blacky isn't quite as fast, hehehe!" I jumped back as Batman tried to punch me.
He quickly threw a batarang with a rope at my legs but I let a knife from my right sleeve slide in my hand and cut it before it tightened up.
"Tsk tsk tsk. What a weak move of yours." I giggled and wobbled from one side to the other while shaking my head and grinning with the crowbar pointing at Batman who just stood there, staring at me as if he was made of stone.
"Anyways, I need to go now, but I enjoyed this meeting with you!" My hands started to shake as well as my head and I felt that weird pain in my skull again. "I have things to do and this state doesn't last for ever. Ssssso, wish you a nice evening, Batsss!"
Feeling as if my guts were sucked into my body, I dropped the crowbar and the knife, then covered my eyes with my hands. "Damn, that was some rad shit!" I sighed and had to sit down to pull myself together.
"Tell me about it!" Batman sounded and looked like he was mentally some place else.
"Not da fightin', dumbass." I slowly stood up, trying to comprehend what I felt. "I'm speakin' 'bout them thoughts an' emotions I had." I ran my hand through my hairs and looked at him. "Sorry for' tryna killin' ya, bat-brain. Wasn't on purpose." I really wanted to know what the hell made me go crazy like that.
Batman kept staring at a spot somewhere far behind me but I didn't bother checking on it. "It wasn't you. That was the Joker. I was right. He's still alive. And at least some part of him is still inside you." Batman slowly walked towards the front door with this look of helplessness.
"Whatcha gon' do about it, B-Man?" I asked, not really interested in the answer but trying to get my mind off the moments I went through.
The Batman turned around to me, his eyes looked like he wanted to scream through them. "I'm not Batman anymore." He whispered and I crooked my head in confusion.
"No more Batman. I'm not doing anything anymore. I'm done."