Enough For Me (batjokes)

Shotgun

Joker took the one of his motorcycles to the Narrows, no way he was just gonna walk there especially with all of the crime.
As Joker drove further into the alleys, the buildings became more wretched, most falling apart, and the shotgun he had strapped to his back felt heavier.

Joker turned his gaze upward, scanning for any signs of Batman or Scarecrow.
Nothing yet. He kept going, exceeding the speed limit of 35mph, and pushed his foot harder on the pedal, going almost 100mph.

He hit two people, but they were homeless anyway, so Joker didn't really care.
He looked up again, this time he spotted a silhouette of a stick man with yarn dangling from his limbs jump across a rooftop.

Joker put on the brakes, nearly giving himself whiplash, and hid his bike in an empty alley. He scanned the ground, and found a ladder up to the roof of an apartment building.

Wonderful.

He grabbed the shotgun from his back and loaded it, he had four bullets inside, and a lot more in his pockets.

Joker climbed up to the building, just peeking over the rim of the rooftop.
He spotted the Scarecrow, holding a tube of his fear toxin antidote and Batman, inching closer to Scarecrow, obviously trying to get to him before Scarecrow dropped the antidote off of the building.

Suddenly, Joker saw Scarecrow trip over a stray wire that was laid across the roof. Scarecrow gasped, falling backwards for a split second before regaining his balance.

The Joker couldn't contain his giggle as he watched the Scarecrow's arms windmill.
Batman's expression changed, and Joker knew he had been discovered.

He hoisted himself onto the roof, laughing.
Scarecrow took his eyes off of Batman to see Joker standing behind him.

"Hello there, Scarecrow!" Joker grinned, and shoved him onto the floor, holding him down with his shoe. He shot the Scarecrow in the chest once, and shot at Batman three more times, before reloading.

Somehow, Batman dodged all of his bullets, and came running full speed at the Joker, obviously going to throw him off of the roof.
Joker grimaced, shooting twice more before successfully hitting Batman in the leg, which slowed him down.

Batman groaned in pain, as Joker laughed. The Bat picked himself up and grabbed Joker's collar before smashing him into a chimney.

Pain rippled through Joker's body. He knitted his eyebrows, a sinister grin creeping up on his face.
Batman punched Joker in the face, over and over again. He then socked him in the nose, drawing blood immediately.

"Hit me again, and I kill the Scarecrow!" Wheezed the Joker, aiming his shotgun at Scarecrow, who was curled into a ball on the ground. "He needs medical attention, now, are you going to give it to him?"

Blood dripped from Joker's face, as he felt his previous cuts reopen. Batman pushed Joker's gun onto the floor, and threw him across the rooftop, into an electrical power box.
Joker laughed in pain, he could feel his body bruising.
He crawled towards his shotgun, the voice in his head telling him to shoot Batman.
Batman's face.

The Bat kicked the gun out of Joker's reach, and he grabbed the antidote out of Scarecrow's pocket.
Joker summoned the rest of his energy to stand up and grab the gun, still giggling.

I did not come all the way to the Narrows to get my ass kicked right away!

Joker reloaded his gun and set it ablaze. He didn't stop to reload, he waited until all four of the bullets were lodged in the Bat's body and armor until he even paused to take a breath.

Batman grimaced in pain, but he remained standing and threw a Batarang at Joker. It went right through his good hand, and lodged in his skin.

Joker yelled out in pain, and dropped the gun on the floor, unable to hold it. His knees bent together, and he tried to keep standing like Batman was.

The Bat pressed something on his wrist. He tied a black rag around the Scarecrow's middle, trying to stop the bleeding.
Joker's grin began to hurt as he clutched his hand. He tilted his head downwards, watching as the blood dripped onto the rooftop, some seeping into his mouth.

The gun.

Joker spotted it laying right below him.
How was he going to get it?

He reached down with his other hand, and picked up the gun, trying to figure out how to pull the trigger.
A gloved hand smacked the gun out of his hands again.
"That's enough." Batman growled, pulling a bullet out of his armor and dropping it on the floor. Joker laughed.

He swung at Batman, landing a punch on his face.
Batman groaned, and hit Joker so hard he flew to the floor.
Joker still smiled, squinting his eyes shut from the amount of pain that he was in.

He glared up at Batman through his grin, and police sirens began sounding.
"You're fucking sick."
Batman stared down at him.

"And you're cute." The Joker wheezed, his voice rasping with blood.
Batman glared at him.
"What were you THINKING, coming here?" He scowled.
"I don't know, a-actually." One of Joker's eyes began puffing up. It was getting hard to see out of. "I just came to see you."

He smiled at Batman.

Batman didn't smile back.
"You're crazy. I would let you go, but the cops are on their way, and, I have you here."
"So take me home." Joker's breath hitched, and he held his wrist tightly, cutting off his circulation.

The sirens stopped right below the building.
"Good plan."
Batman said, and grabbed the Joker by the waist.
"WHAT?" Joker gaped.
"I can have Bruce or Alfred stitch you up at Wayne Manor." Batman grumbled. "And I can fucking punch you some more."

Joker gritted his teeth as Batman grappled them into the air, above Commissioner Gordon and his cops. Joker held onto Batman's arm in fear he might drop him.
"You left my bike and gun." Joker coughed, blood trickling out from his mouth.

"But I have you." Batman mumbled as the two grapple-hooked across the city skyline, towards Wayne Manor.