Brucie Boy part 5

Brucie Boy Part 5
Joker groaned in his sleep as Bruce quickly drove to Arkham. With any luck he'd still be unconcious when they arrived are the orderlies would have no problems locking him in his cell once more. Unfortunately luck wasn't in his favor and Joker lifted his head groggily, even his goulish, permanent grin seemed to falter when the city's lights shone through the windows of the batmobile.
"My head is killing me... It should be off killing someone else..." He groaned and finally looked around to see that he was in fact in the batmobile.
"Did you gas me or something bats? I seem a little out of it. More than usual."
Bruce remained silent and Joker pouted when he recieved no response.
"What did I even do this time?" Joker asked as if he were a small child trying to escape punishment.
"You can ask Penguin when he arrives." Bruce stated matter-a-factly.
"And why would I want to talk to that birdbrain?"
Bruce again remained silent as they pulled up to the front of the asylum. A string of orderlies and guards waited at the front gate, ready to take Joker back to his cell.
Batman happily obliged and handed Joker over and just as quickly as he had done so he hopped back behind the wheel of the batmobile and drove off.
Meanwhile back at the mansion Alfred tended to Penguin, injecting him with the vile of antidote Bruce had prepared earlier that week.
After a few minutes Penguin's facial features relaxed and he regained some color. Penguin was still unconcious but his breathing picked up and before long Alfred wished that he would wake up. Penguin's snoring was almost as annoying as one of Joker's laughing fits.
Finally Bruce arrived to take Penguin back to the asylum as well much to Alfred's relief and to Bruce's dismay.
Penguin was still asleep when the orderlies escorted him back to his cell. He didn't wake up until later that night when he discovered he had been placed in a straightjacket for bad behavior. His expression turned dour.
"Figures..."
He stood up slowly, still a little wobbly due to his long nap.
"Batman has to ruin all the fun..."
And then he remembered. Joker had gassed him.
"Joker! You crazed harleyquinn! Where are you!" Penguin howled angrily.
Joker couldn't help himself from giggling as Penguin shouted.
"What's wrong pengi? Got your feathers in a bunch again?"
"You know EXACTLY what's wrong you idiot! You gassed me and now we're back in Arkham!"
"Gassed you? I don't remember gassing you... Although you would look a lot better if you smiled a little more." At this Joker laughed hysterically causing a couple of guards to scold him.
"What do you mean you don't remember gassing me! My jaws still hurt from your stupid grin gas. Everything was going great. We'd looted almost all Wayne's stuff and then when I came in the kitchen you said you needed a moment alone with Wayne and gassed me!"
"OOH! Did I gas Wayne to?"
"How should I know? You gassed me!"
Joker seemed a little angry now.
"Oh, shut up birdbrain. If I remember correctly "I" was the one who got us out of here wasn't I!"
Penguin continued to grumble but remained silent otherwise.
This seemed to satisfy Joker and he turned back to look at the interior of his cell again.
Why couldn't he remember? He remembered all his heists... So why not this one? Strange... Could Bats have used a new trick? But why the memory loss? What was the need to erase his memory unless... Had he REALLY unmasked the batman?
This seemed to frustrate him even more. Stupid memory loss...
He'd gassed Penguin... Why had he gassed Penguin? Besides the obvious reason of twisting his sour expression into a permanent smile. It just didn't make sense.
What would he have found so interesting about Wayne that he would want to talk to him in private in the kitchen?
Something wasn't right. And he was going to find out what it was...