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Batman Got Run Over By The Joker
Batman got run over by the Joker,
Cycling down the road at ramming speed,
You can say that Batman is the hero,
But as for me, he’s the guy we don’t need!
He’d been drinking too much vodka
As his alias Bruce Wayne
And he’d left his cycling license
As you know, that always is a real pain
When they found him on the pavement
They all thought that he was dead
He had cuts along his cheekbones
And a silly pair of ears upon his head!
Now we’re all so proud of Joker,
He’s been taking it real well!
See him dancing in the sidewalk
Blowing half of Harvey’s face from here to Hell!
It’s not Gotham without Joker
Putting money in his sack
And I couldn’t help but wonder:
Does Batman wash his suit or put it back?
(PUTS IT BACK!)
Batman got run over by the Joker,
Cycling down the road at ramming speed,
You can say that Batman is the hero,
But as for me, he’s the guy we don’t need!
Now the pencil’s on the table
And the bomb made from a phone
And the green and purple fabric
Joker uses to make clothes all on his own
I’ve warned all my goons and lackies
Better hold onto your hat
They should never give a license
To a guy with who dresses up just like a bat!
Batman got run over by the Joker,
Cycling down the road at ramming speed,
You can say that Batman is the hero,
But as for me, he’s the guy we don’t need!
Batman got run over by the Joker,
Cycling down the road at ramming speed,
You can say that Batman is the hero,
But as for me, he’s the guy we don’t need!
He’d been drinking too much vodka
As his alias Bruce Wayne
And he’d left his cycling license
As you know, that always is a real pain
When they found him on the pavement
They all thought that he was dead
He had cuts along his cheekbones
And a silly pair of ears upon his head!
Now we’re all so proud of Joker,
He’s been taking it real well!
See him dancing in the sidewalk
Blowing half of Harvey’s face from here to Hell!
It’s not Gotham without Joker
Putting money in his sack
And I couldn’t help but wonder:
Does Batman wash his suit or put it back?
(PUTS IT BACK!)
Batman got run over by the Joker,
Cycling down the road at ramming speed,
You can say that Batman is the hero,
But as for me, he’s the guy we don’t need!
Now the pencil’s on the table
And the bomb made from a phone
And the green and purple fabric
Joker uses to make clothes all on his own
I’ve warned all my goons and lackies
Better hold onto your hat
They should never give a license
To a guy with who dresses up just like a bat!
Batman got run over by the Joker,
Cycling down the road at ramming speed,
You can say that Batman is the hero,
But as for me, he’s the guy we don’t need!
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The Joker
A mind that reels with chaos,
Brings Gotham to its knees.
With pale white skin and a crimson grin,
He strikes fear into your heart.
Surrounded by darkness,
His lifeless eyes bore into your mind.
The laughter is his life
And the slaughter is his joy.
His calling card bears his name,
But nothing of his looks.
His green hair stands out in the crowd,
As if he were saying to go.
But you will stop dead in your tracks
Only because your fear holds you still.
Why does he kill?
Nobody knows.
He has a message for you.
"Why so serious?"
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"Science nerd alert!" Joker shouted, opening the door to the lab without acknowledging the "WARNING: CHEMICALS AT USE" sign.
Jonathan Crane tried not to cringe as he adjusted the settings on a big machine connected to a 6-foot tube of murky blue liquid. "Go away Joker, I don't want you in my laboratory."
Joker skipped over and looked at what Crane was doing. "Oh, I'll be good, I promise." He muttered, obviously not meaning at all what he said.
Jonathan glared at him from over the rim of his black glasses. "Don't. Touch. Anything."
Joker smirked, but held in a wave of laughter, standing tall and at attention. Jonathan glared at him a while
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i love it *faves*