Joker ran through the streets, probably the only person in the entire city with a smile on their face. He dodged passed citizens, all dressed in black. So was he, keeping his head down and trying to cover his face with the flaps of Bruce's trench coat. He couldn't hide his chuckles however, unable to stop himself after seeing a news caster on a TV in the window of a store. There was the feed, the explosion Joker set off. It showed him lifting the scorched remains of Batman and tossing him into the river.

The anchor had a grave tone, talking about the "insane criminal" still on the loose. Joker snickered, covering his scarred mouth with a pale hand. A pedestrian gave him a strange glance at the sound, as if the whole world were in mourning over the death of Batman.

If only they knew, Joker thought.

He kept walking, more like prancing, down the dirty streets. How chaotic his plan had been. Now Batman could be his and his alone for as long as the world managed to move on without him. He hoped they'd at least last a week.

Joker stopped by the shuttered door of a bakery, eyeing the cakes in the dusty window. He raised his eyebrows at the sign pressed against the glass. "Never Forget" with the Bat's symbol.

Pathetic.

Rolling his eyes, Joker stepped inside. He looked up at the woman behind the counter, pulling off his trench coat so everyone could see his favorite suit. Batman always said he looked "dashing" in it. Or was that Alfred?

He still wasn't used to the butler laying out all his clothes just outside their door.

Joker gave the woman a grin, waving his pistol in the air. "Hi, I need a cake."

The woman's beedy eyes grew to the size of saucers. She fumbled with her phone. That wouldn't do. Quick as a flash, Joker snatched it out of her hands, pistol pressing against her bosom. "Nuh uh uh," Joker tsked. "All I want is a cake, no need to panic. I even have money."

With the hand not holding the gun, Joker pulled out a thick wad of cash. He laid it on the counter, waving his gun around as he spoke. "Any cake will do, I'm not picky. But I want a very special message on it."

"Wh-what do, do you want it to say?" The woman asked, shaking like a leaf.

"'Happy Death Day Batsy,'" Joker couldn't stop himself again. He burst into laughter at the expression on the woman's round face. Hilarious. "And," laugh, "make it snappy. I have a very important date to get to."

The woman disappeared into the back. That wouldn't do, couldn't have the baker running away on him. Joker easily jumped the counter, reaching for his other gun. Both aimed at the woman who almost reached the back door. "Is this how you treat a paying customer?" Joker hissed. "Don't make me mad now, I don't want to lose my streak of good behavior."

Batsy wouldn't be happy if he shot a poor innocent baker.

He gestured to large buckets of different colored frosting with the muzzle of his gun. "Get to frosting, darling."

She nodded too quickly, running over to a small round cake on the work table. "Will this one do?" She asked, voice annoyingly high pitched.

He tightened his jaw and jiggled his gun. "Yes."

It took the lady too long.

That's what he'd tell Bruce if he asked why the poor baker lost her left pinky toe. She didn't need it anyways.

Joker walked through the streets, cake cradled lovingly in his arms. It didn't take him long to get back to the hotel. He'd even thought of that for their date. Sure, the hotel had been abandoned ten years ago and was scheduled for demolition within a few months, but he just couldn't pass it up. He got a fun infallible mattress from Walmart and spent a good ten minutes checking for spiders and blood stains and knew it was the perfect place.

Batman was waiting for him on the bed, wearing one of his very best suits. Joker climbed over the decomposing ooze in the hallway to get to their room, setting the cake on the stained carpet. "I got you a gift!" Joker grinned, taking of his suit jacket and tossing it on Bruce's lap.

Bruce raised his eyebrows at the various types of guns attached to Joker. He began setting them down, all but one. He lifted a small pistol from its holster and rubbed it with his hands. "What fun do you think we could do with this?"

Bruce snorted, "Pervert."

Joker laughed and dragged Bruce to the floor by the cake. "I got you cake for our celebration!"

"Did you kill the baker?"

Joker touched his hand to his chest, "Such little faith in me. She's fine."

Batsy leaned over and gave Joker a long kiss, cupping his cheek.

"What was that for?" Joker asked, pulling a dagger out of god-knows-where and cutting into the cake.

"You got me a gift and refrained from committing mass murder."

"The only one I've murdered recently is you, Batsy dear."

"That's what everyone has to believe," Bruce pulled Joker close to him and gave him another kiss, hands running down the Joker's chest.

"At least for a while," Joker murmured against his mouth.

"Anything to be with you," Bruce pushed Joker to the ground and climbed on top of him.

"Mm," Joker opened his lips and wrapped his legs around the bigger man, his heart pounding too fast like it did every time they were together.

Maybe for once, he wouldn't run away before the sun rose. Maybe this time, for as long as Gotham didn't need Batman, he would stay. 

I wrote this epilogue on a request for a better resolution to the story. I hope you enjoyed reading this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I hope I finally got rid of all the "Alberts" in here haha

Have a good day or night or good right now and remember to enjoy the present moment because you might regret not doing it later. 

See you in a possible next Batjokes. 

If I write another, what would you like to see in it?