The Darkest Harmony
Joker/Batman
Happy Birthday
Bruce Wayne.
That was the Batman's true identity… The Joker doubled over in laughter as he threw the newspaper down on the table. This was perfect… almost too good to be true.
The Joker was smart, intelligent… but he was also very, very insane. While an above average criminal (Scarecrow also popped up in his mind) like he was would kill the 'real' Batman, he didn't feel that that would be the appropriate choice.
"I should send him a gift…" The Joker said to one of his disposable minions, throwing a knife back and forth in his hands. His make-up was smeared all over his face from being out in the rain.
"What will you get him?" The minion asked, suddenly wishing that he hadn't said that. The Joker, however, didn't seem to care.
"How about a kitten?" The Joker giggled, pulling out a phone from his pocket. "Everybody loves kittens." The way he said that sent shivers up and down the minion's spine.
"Yes, sir." The minion said as the Joker dialed somebody's number into his phone.
"Master Bruce you have another birthday present." Alfred said, carrying a box down into the Batcave where Bruce was staring at a blank screen.
"Who's it from?" Bruce asked, turning around to take the box.
"Doesn't say, but it was at the door." Alfred told him as he handed over the box.
"Should I shake it?" Bruce asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Not if it's a bomb." Alfred said, smiling widely.
"Don't even joke…" Bruce said as he opened the plain brown box. A rancid aroma reached his nostrils and he gasped when he looked inside.
"What the…" Bruce dropped the box and Alfred covered his mouth with one hand.
Falling out of the box that fell on its side was a bloody, beaten and rotting corpse of a kitten. In its back was the Joker's card and in text written in dried blood it said 'Happy Birthday Batman'.
Bruce's face paled, looking at Alfred with wide eyes.
"He knows." Bruce said as Alfred uncovered his mouth and made a face at the stench.
"That's disgusting… he's not much of a people-person, is he?" Alfred commented, turning around to get supplies to clean up the mess.
"Alfred, he knows where I live and who I am!" Bruce exclaimed.
"There's nothing we can do about it, Master Bruce." Alfred said, going upstairs.
"Dammit… that's just sick." Bruce said, looking down in disgust at the dead kitten.
The Joker, however, thought it was the greatest gift that anybody could ever get.
That was the Batman's true identity… The Joker doubled over in laughter as he threw the newspaper down on the table. This was perfect… almost too good to be true.
The Joker was smart, intelligent… but he was also very, very insane. While an above average criminal (Scarecrow also popped up in his mind) like he was would kill the 'real' Batman, he didn't feel that that would be the appropriate choice.
"I should send him a gift…" The Joker said to one of his disposable minions, throwing a knife back and forth in his hands. His make-up was smeared all over his face from being out in the rain.
"What will you get him?" The minion asked, suddenly wishing that he hadn't said that. The Joker, however, didn't seem to care.
"How about a kitten?" The Joker giggled, pulling out a phone from his pocket. "Everybody loves kittens." The way he said that sent shivers up and down the minion's spine.
"Yes, sir." The minion said as the Joker dialed somebody's number into his phone.
"Master Bruce you have another birthday present." Alfred said, carrying a box down into the Batcave where Bruce was staring at a blank screen.
"Who's it from?" Bruce asked, turning around to take the box.
"Doesn't say, but it was at the door." Alfred told him as he handed over the box.
"Should I shake it?" Bruce asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Not if it's a bomb." Alfred said, smiling widely.
"Don't even joke…" Bruce said as he opened the plain brown box. A rancid aroma reached his nostrils and he gasped when he looked inside.
"What the…" Bruce dropped the box and Alfred covered his mouth with one hand.
Falling out of the box that fell on its side was a bloody, beaten and rotting corpse of a kitten. In its back was the Joker's card and in text written in dried blood it said 'Happy Birthday Batman'.
Bruce's face paled, looking at Alfred with wide eyes.
"He knows." Bruce said as Alfred uncovered his mouth and made a face at the stench.
"That's disgusting… he's not much of a people-person, is he?" Alfred commented, turning around to get supplies to clean up the mess.
"Alfred, he knows where I live and who I am!" Bruce exclaimed.
"There's nothing we can do about it, Master Bruce." Alfred said, going upstairs.
"Dammit… that's just sick." Bruce said, looking down in disgust at the dead kitten.
The Joker, however, thought it was the greatest gift that anybody could ever get.
