WHO:
a-dark-crusader,
he-is-wild, and
bat-spawnWHAT: Two men and a Brucey.
WHERE: Undisclosed places around Seattle.
WHEN: Around the same time as
this.
WARNINGS: Bat-violence? Angst? IDK.
SUMMARY: Bruce just witnessed his parents murder, and the Joker comes to console him. Roles reversed, Damian races against the clock to save him! DUN DUN DUN...
[ The further along Bruce goes with him, the more he feels like he shouldn't. Don't talk to strangers-- rule number one, and the Joker was as strange as they came. Still, he seemed nice enough, and he'd learned from his father not to judge a book by his cover. There were many sweet, kind souls in the burn wards in the hospital where his father worked. Why should he treat him any different? Still, there was something hiding just beneath the surface of the Joker's cloying sweetness that left Bruce uncomfortable. A preternatural sense of danger, so to speak.
He walks with the Joker, but doesn't really ever stop watching him. Maybe he's trying to figure him out. Maybe he's trying to decide if this is a good idea or not. Either way, he said he could help Bruce find where his parents went, and they had been walking for quite some time now. He looks up at him, almost cautiously. ]
Where are we going? We have to hurry!