Joker was never a great cook. So when he tried to cook bat shape sugar cookies for Batman they didn't turn out so good. But wasn't it the thought that counts?
Smoke was puffing from the oven as Joker opened it to grab the last batch of cookies. He tossed the tray of burnt cookies on the counter and pouted sadly.
“What's wrong Boo Boo?” Harley asked as she walked into the kitchen of Joker's apartment.
“It's me and Batsy's anniversary and am TRYING to make something nice.”
Harley picked up a burnt cookie and took a bite. She quickly spat it out. “Quick! Water!”
Joker hurried and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He tossed it to Harley who opened the lid and swallowed it down quickly.
“They're that BAD?”
Harley frowned and nodded her head. “I'm afraid so Boo Boo.”
Joker plopped on the floor and covered his hands over his eyes sadly.
“Look on the bright side, Mr. J. You tried your best and I think Batman will