Lego Batman

*grins despite everything* Joker: Happy? *coughs softly* I'm ecstatic, Batsy~ *shifts closer* Though I think you just confessed something bigger than protection there

*looks away sharply* Shut up.

*catches his sleeve* Joker: Aw, running away already? *grins* I thought Batman didn't scare easy~

*stands abruptly* Good.

*grins up at him* Joker: Good? *leans back* Careful Batsy, that almost sounded like you want me around~

*batman turns away, ears visibly red* I didn't say that. *fidgets with the first aid kit, closing it with sharp movements*

*grins despite split lip* Joker: Too late for that~ *winces as antiseptic touches lip* Ow! Gentle, Batsy! *grabs his wrist* That's gonna leave a mark

*jaw tightens* Good. *dabs softer*

*grins* Joker: Aw, you ARE being gentle~ *winces* See? I knew you had a soft spot for me, Batsy

*adjusts grip, voice strained* Shut up. *pulls him along faster*

*grins despite pain* Joker: Make me~ *stumbles* Though I suppose you already are, aren't you? *winks weakly*

*jaw clenches, pulling you along* Don't. Just don't.

*grins wider despite split lip* Joker: Your safehouse? *leans heavily against him* Someone's eager to get me alone~

It's just closer. *supports more of Joker's weight, noticing the cut on his lip* Stop talking. You're making it worse.

*grins against his shoulder* Joker: Making it worse? *licks blood off lip* Or making it interesting, Batsy?~

*turns to his tech* Track him. All the time.

*voice carries from down the hall* Joker: Tracking me? *laughs* That's practically a love confession, Batsy~

It's called being thorough. *stares at the empty hallway for a moment too long before turning to his console* Set up the monitoring protocol. Full surveillance.

*grins* Joker: Oh I am~ *tugs chain closer* Dreaming of all the trouble we could cause together, Batsy

The only trouble you'll be causing is in a padded cell. *jerks the chain forward, approaching the security exit where guards wait*

*stops suddenly* Joker: Wait, you're actually handing me over? *pouts* And here I thought we had chemistry~

*grips your arm tighter, marching forward* The only thing you'll be checking is your new cell in Arkham. *his jaw tightens*

*laughs* Joker: Arkham again? *yawns* Predictable. *suddenly drops weight* At least spice it up with handcuffs, Batsy~

*produces cuffs from belt* Fine.

*struggles half-heartedly* Joker: Oh my, rough handling? *leans into him* Careful Batsy, someone might think you care~

*tightens grip* Move. Now.

*grins* Joker: Make me~ *deliberately stumbles against him* Oops!