Fallen For the Enemy (Joker Fanfiction)

"Who are you?"

   This is the reason I loved Gotham. You could come here and just melt into everyone. Or you could become a known jewel thief. Either way it was the closest to pure thrill. I had been assigned a parol officer like the psychiatrist had said. His name was Dan and he looked like he was going through a midlife crisis. He has bald spots in the front of his head and was always sweating. Yeah no crap.

   The car I was assigned was a white and very used Honda Accord. My plan was to ditch that and hijack a nice sports car. I'm going well over the speed limit. "You don't own me." The radio sings. I turn it up. "God this song is old." Knowing it came out four years ago. Wow.

   The last thing I saw was a dark intersection and I sped through "Don't put me on display-"
Than I saw a maroon sports car screech into impact with my car. And then nothing.

I came into blurry contact to look into the face of a pale man. His hair was a bright green, like malachite. He was angry I could tell. He was also bleeding from the left shoulder. "Who are you?" I said in a weak voice. Then it came to me. Then I blacked out.