JLU 2001 Fanfiction -World's Finest Halloween 2009

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Halloween's Finest

World's Finest
Halloween Special
2009 by Patrick Moore

BATMAN

SUPERMAN

ROBIN

    Lois Lane began cutting up a large pumpkin she chose herself, while Clark was doing his usual thing, like saving the world from the likes of Parasite and Darkseid. She smirked, as she finished the touches to the jack o’ lantern that had the Superman logo on it.

     “There, a perfect jack o’ lantern for my Man of Steel.” Lois smiled, as she took the pumpkin and laid it outside of the apartment, so the kids knew that candy was being served.

     Lois began pouring a bag of mixed candies into a large bowl, then she took out some DVDs from her purse that she got from Netflix, and laid them on the table.

     Just then, Clark Kent entered from the door, as he kissed his wife on the cheek. “Ready for the big night?” he asked her.

     “Just let the little monsters come here,” Lois laughed, as she gave Clark the DVDs.

     “What did you rent?” Clark asked.

     “The classics,” replied Lois. “I know you don’t like slasher movies and all that blood and gore, so I got the golden age horror flicks for tomorrow night.”

     “Can’t wait,” said Clark, as he picked up a few pieces of candy from the bowl.

     “Clark, those are for the kids,” said Lois.

     “So I got a sweet tooth,” Clark chuckled.

     “What did you do when you left the Daily Planet?” Lois asked.

     “Something strange, I can’t tell you about it,” replied Clark.

     “I bet the ghosts and goblins got to you,” said Lois.

     “Very funny,” said Clark. “I’ve got to leave for the Watchtower in a few,”

     “What about the movies?” Lois asked, as Clark changed into his Superman persona.

     “I’ll be back before then, and tomorrow’s Halloween anyway.” Superman smirked, as he flew off out the apartment window.

     “I hate Halloween,” spoke the grim voice of The Batman, as he and Robin stood on a nearby rooftop. The Dynamic Duo had a hunch that the Joker and Harley Quinn have been stealing Halloween costumes from a costume shop yesterday, and gassed the owner to death.

     “Where’s your Halloween spirit?” Robin asked the Dark Knight, but Batman gave the Boy Wonder a grim glare. “Why would Joker and Harley steal costumes? That isn’t their motive.”

     “Usually Joker would have some twisted plot in his crimes, but this isn’t like him at all,” said Batman. “You’re right about the stealing of Halloween costumes isn’t his usual motive.”

     “It could be for some kind of robbery,” said Robin.

     “Or worse,” replied Batman.

     Just then, the two heroes heard a familiar laugh coming from Smiling Stan’s Joke Shop. The Dynamic Duo jumped from the rooftop, and used their Bathooks to get to the shop.

     On the rooftop of the joke shop, the two heroes could see from the roof window, Joker, Harley, and two large muscular clowns called Punch and Judy tearing the shop apart, as though they were looking for something.

     “Joker breaking into a joke shop on Halloween Eve?” Robin asked. “Now that’s twisted for even him.”

     “Wait,” said Batman, as he saw someone else coming inside the shop.

     Inside, the Joker looked at the Goth man, and smiled. “What’s up, Doc?” Joker chuckled at the man. “Didn’t expect you to be here tonight. Me and the gang are just doing a little Halloween shopping, before doing your job.”

     “Silence, clown,” said the man. “I want my job done right now. I don’t have time for you pitiful crimes. I need him ready by tomorrow night.”

     “I told you, I don’t do grave robberies,” said the Joker. “What do you want with this Frank Stein guy anyway?”

     “That’s Frankenstein, you idiot!” hissed the man, as he grabbed Joker by the throat. “Listen to me, you Pennywise reject, I need Frankenstein’s Monster dug up by Halloween night, or the Rise won’t happen!”

     “You can’t do that to Mr. J,” said Harley. “I don’t care if you are this Dracula guy, you can’t treat my Puddin’ that way!”

     “Shut up, we have company,” Dracula used his other hand to pull the roof down, without touching it. As Batman and Robin landed to the floor.

     “How did you know we were up there?” Robin asked the man Harley called Dracula.

     “So, I finally meet the famous detectives, Batman and Robin,” said Dracula, as he smirked. “Sorry you’ll have to die for this.”

     “What kind of sick joke is this, Joker?” Batman asked the Clown Prince of Crime. “Dracula is a fictitious character, and this guy isn’t Dracula.”

     “I’m very real, Batman,” said Dracula. “For years, I’ve been searching the world to find Frankenstein’s Monster, and now I’ve found him here in Gotham City.”

     “Frankenstein’s real too?” said Robin being sarcastic. “What’s next? Freddy Krueger? Jason Voorhees? Chucky?”

     “Insolent brat, you’ll pay for your ignorance,” snapped Dracula, as he turned to Joker and his flunkies. “Kill them, and meet me at the old Gorshin Theater.” Then he left.

     “You heard the man, boys, kill the Bat,” Joker ordered to his goons, but Joker turned to see Punch and Judy knocked out and tied up. “What the heck just happened?”

     “I don’t know, Mr. J,” shrugged Harley. “It was like they were beaten up in a flash.”

     “Make that a Superman,” said a very familiar voice from behind them, as the two villains turned to see Superman floating behind them.

     “Why can’t you superheroes stay in your own cities, instead of coming here to Gotham?” Joker asked in disgust.

     “I need Batman, not you, Joker,” said Superman, punching Joker out like a light onto the floor.

     “Eep,” said Harley, as she tried to run, but a strong black cable belonging to Batman wrapped her up.

     “Thanks for the help,” said Batman to the Man of Steel. “What are you doing here anyway?”

     “We can’t talk here,” said Superman.

     “Let me get Joker and his toadies ready for Gordon and the police,” said Batman.

     “What the heck just happened here, Robin?” Superman asked Robin.

     “Would you believe Dracula?” asked Robin, as Superman was puzzled.

     Within the darkness of the Batcave, the World’s Finest heroes looked at the huge monitor of Batman’s computer, as strange things began happening all over the world. The sky began turning dark red, as strange creatures were coming out of the woodwork. Batman and Superman saw various heroes dealing with this madness.

     “Looks like something out of Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ music video,” said Robin.

     “This is serious, Robin,” said Batman, as he and Superman continued to look at the monitor.

     “Those things look like the goblins from a bad B-movie I saw with my parents one Halloween,” said Robin. “It was called ‘Attack of the Goblin People’. It was bad enough to be on MST3K.”

     “Those creatures do look like the ones I saw in a movie, when I was in my teens,” said Superman, as he took a real close look at the screen. “Those monsters all over the world do look like the ones from bad horror movies of the 60’s to the 80’s.”

     “Not you too, Clark,” said Batman in disgust. “How do you two know about these monsters?”

     “I think someone is pulling a bad Halloween prank on us,” said Superman. “I’ve seen various versions of Dracula, and none of them has the power to pull down a ceiling.”

     “So, all those monsters we’re seeing are…” began Batman.

     “Some big Halloween joke,” replied Superman. “If I know who’s behind this, we’ll find out at the Gorshin Theater.”

     “Robin, contact Oracle and tell her that we’re going vampire hunting,” said Batman, as the two heroes left the cave.

     The old Gorshin Theater was once owned by Frank Gorshin; a man who loved movies, but he died five years ago taking his love of the movies with him. Now the theater was abandoned, thanks to P2P on the Internet and low attendance from the public. But one man has come here for a purpose. Inside, Dracula waited for the Joker and his gang to show up.

     “What’s taking those clowns so long to kill one man in a bat suit?” Dracula said to himself.

     “They’re back in Arkham Asylum where they belong,” said a voice from the shadows. “You know something, Dracula, you’re not the real deal, since he’s a fictional character from a book. All this stuff about Frankenstein, and all these so called monsters all over the world are as fake as you are.”

     “You’re wrong, Batman,” said Dracula, as Batman came out of the shadows. “This is the perfect Halloween prank I have planned.”

     “Then show your true self,” replied the Dark Knight. “Are you chicken?”

     “Dracula is never chicken,” said Dracula. “I’ll show you true fear.”

     “We know who you really are. Now lose the Dracula facade,” said Superman, who also came out of the shadows. “Or, should I say, Mr. Mxyzptlk.”

     The dark figure known as Dracula transformed into a very familiar imp. One of Superman’s most annoying foes; Mr. Mxyzptlk from the Fifth Dimension of Ziff. The imp took a cigar out of his pocket, and lit it.

     “What are you doing in Gotham?” Batman said to the imp. “Don’t you usually torment Superman?”

     “I know usually Batmite torments you, Batsy, but I decided to spend my Halloween tormenting you,” replied Mxyzptlk, as he blew some cigar smoke out of his mouth. “I’m tired of tormenting Superdork here, so I decided to come to Gotham City for a little fun. You see, I found this guy you know as the Joker, and he and I decided to play a little prank on you, Batman.”

     “Why the Dracula gimmick?” Superman asked.

     “It’s Halloween, genius, do the math!” Mxyzptlk snapped. “I had this great plan to prank all the heroes on Earth, by making these low budgeted movie monsters appear in an illusion just to screw you super zeros.”

     “Your prank didn’t work, imp,” said Batman. “I’ve contacted the JLA about those so called monsters, and they vanished into nothing. It’s over, Mxyzptlk.”

     “You heroes ruin all my fun,” cried the imp.

     “Go back to your Fifth Dimension,” said Superman. “Halloween’s over.”

     The loud chimes of the clock tower in the middle of the city rang for midnight, as the imp gave a shocked look to his face. The imp popped in and out all over the theater and rage.

     “I can’t believe you stupid heroes beat me again,” frowned the imp. “I’ll pull a bigger prank next Halloween.”   Mr. Mxyzptlk vanished back to his own dimension, without either hero tricking him into saying his name backwards.

     “You should have told him that Halloween was tomorrow,” said Batman. “That was a dirty trick.”

     “Better than last time on Halloween,” smirked Superman. “I’ve got to go back to Metropolis and get ready for the little ghosts and goblins tomorrow night.” The Man of Steel flew off back home.

     “I really hate Halloween,” repeated Batman.

     The imp known as Mr. Mxyzptlk returned home, after failing at his plan. The prankster lied down on his bed and went to sleep, only to be awakened by a hand with razor fingers coming up from the bed, and sucking him inside.

     Mxy screamed as he woke up, knowing it was a dream. Or was it, as he saw his shirt ripped with slash marks on it.

     “I’ve really got to stop watching those Earth slasher movies before Halloween,” the imp said to himself. As he went back to bed.

The End

Author’s Note: I’m sorry about the rushed Halloween story, but I had planned on a Batman/Dracula Elseworld story for JLU 2001, but I still planning on doing it. I know there wasn’t much action in this story, but I had to rush this for the Halloween release. I liked Dino Pollard’s take on the World’s Finest team, and would like to do a Christmas tale with Superman and Batman, but longer. I hope you all enjoy this weird tale, and I promise to not rush on stories, even if I have to post them bi-monthly. Thank You.

Patrick Moore

10/30/2009