SPN/Batman: Sweet Justice 1/1
SUMMARY: The Joker versus someone who knows a thing or two about humour....
High off of the carnage, the Joker threw back his head and howled with
maniacal laughter.
Suddenly, all the smoke and fire vanished. The street was pristine. The
people that had been blown up were back in their cars and heading
obliviously down the highway.
The Joker froze, whirling around in a circle. "What.....What....."
"That," a cold voice said and a slight man with agile features and a wild
shock of blond hair strode forward. "Was not funny."
"What did you do?"
"Took you back in time about fifteen minutes." The man snapped his
fingers and the three massive dynamite bombs the Joker had set appeared
at his feet.
The Joker eyed them, knowing that they were going to go off in 30
seconds. His lips began to twitch with glee. He'd get to see the carnage
twice!
"Oh, please," the blond snorted, like he'd said that aloud. "Like
I'd let you do this again."
"Let me?" the Joker's smile finally fled. "Let me? Who the hell
are you, anyway?"
"Many names, many places. You used to pray to me, actually. You knew me
as Loki, back when you were--"
"He no longer exists!" the Joker roared. "I'm the Joker!"
"You are a pathetic---Hold on a second." The blond looked down and
snapped his fingers. The dynamite turned into licorice twists. "There,
that's better. As I was saying, you are a pathetic, insane megalomaniac."
He snorted again. "And considering who I am, that's saying something!"
"You're a man," the Joker laughed. "And men can be killed!"
The blond chuckled, then his voice went cold serious. "Not me."
And the Joker gasped as a flash of light behind the blond illuminated
wings unfolding --- wings larger than the span of a car. "Oh my G-d!" he
gasped. "What are you?"
"My name is Gabriel," the blond snarled. "And consider your horn
blown, buddy-boy."
He reached for the Joker, and the insane man screamed.
When the Batman arrived at the address the anonymous caller had given, he
found the Joker huddled in a ball, his eyes completely blank with
catatonia.
He found the strange coloured ropes binding the Joker were made of
licorice. And who had stuffed a giant lollipop into the slack mouth?
The Batman shuddered as he felt fingers stroke the back of his cowl in --
comfort? He whirled to find nobody there.
Just a handful of candy wrappers fluttering to the ground in the breeze.
High off of the carnage, the Joker threw back his head and howled with
maniacal laughter.
Suddenly, all the smoke and fire vanished. The street was pristine. The
people that had been blown up were back in their cars and heading
obliviously down the highway.
The Joker froze, whirling around in a circle. "What.....What....."
"That," a cold voice said and a slight man with agile features and a wild
shock of blond hair strode forward. "Was not funny."
"What did you do?"
"Took you back in time about fifteen minutes." The man snapped his
fingers and the three massive dynamite bombs the Joker had set appeared
at his feet.
The Joker eyed them, knowing that they were going to go off in 30
seconds. His lips began to twitch with glee. He'd get to see the carnage
twice!
"Oh, please," the blond snorted, like he'd said that aloud. "Like
I'd let you do this again."
"Let me?" the Joker's smile finally fled. "Let me? Who the hell
are you, anyway?"
"Many names, many places. You used to pray to me, actually. You knew me
as Loki, back when you were--"
"He no longer exists!" the Joker roared. "I'm the Joker!"
"You are a pathetic---Hold on a second." The blond looked down and
snapped his fingers. The dynamite turned into licorice twists. "There,
that's better. As I was saying, you are a pathetic, insane megalomaniac."
He snorted again. "And considering who I am, that's saying something!"
"You're a man," the Joker laughed. "And men can be killed!"
The blond chuckled, then his voice went cold serious. "Not me."
And the Joker gasped as a flash of light behind the blond illuminated
wings unfolding --- wings larger than the span of a car. "Oh my G-d!" he
gasped. "What are you?"
"My name is Gabriel," the blond snarled. "And consider your horn
blown, buddy-boy."
He reached for the Joker, and the insane man screamed.
When the Batman arrived at the address the anonymous caller had given, he
found the Joker huddled in a ball, his eyes completely blank with
catatonia.
He found the strange coloured ropes binding the Joker were made of
licorice. And who had stuffed a giant lollipop into the slack mouth?
The Batman shuddered as he felt fingers stroke the back of his cowl in --
comfort? He whirled to find nobody there.
Just a handful of candy wrappers fluttering to the ground in the breeze.