Fallen For the Enemy (Joker Fanfiction)

"This is gonna hurt."

We were driving so fast and soon the black car I had gotten out of was chasing us. The goon was one of the worst drivers I ever had the pleasure of being driven by. We hit a curb and I bumped off of Joker's chest, hitting the headrest so hard I saw stars. My baseball bat had rolled to the floor and Joker had his gun out. He handed me the other Sig from his holster, now empty.

I cocked it and rolled down my window. "Doll no. It's no use- the car's bulletproof." He was being reasonably sane in this situation. "Fine." I rolled the window back up and the goon swerved right, and my head slammed against the window. I blacked out, but not fully. J shook me awake, and I woke up in the same car, 3 minutes after I blacked out. "You okay?" He said, pulling me up. "I-I'm fine." Batman started shooting the car, and a bullet zoomed through the back window, burying itself in the goon's head. He fell hard on the passenger seat and his foot slammed on the gas pedal. We were headed straight for that damn lake. "Not again." Joker growled, opening my window and throwing the both of us out and the car crashed into the lake.

Batman slowed down and came to a full stop next to us, yanking up Joker and punching him square in the face. He fell limp and blood started to fall from his face. I cocked my gun and pointed it at Batman. "Put him down you bastard!" I screamed, getting up. My leg hurt so bad and I was pretty sure I had a few if not all ribs broken. "Aria please. We both know it's not gonna work." And I shot the gun with a maniacal laugh. To my horror it didn't phase him. He walked to his car, throwing Joker in the back. "B-man, please don't do this." I said, tears in my eyes. Then it came out. The voices.

The devil screamed to tear him to pieces, eyes first. As my friend once taught me. The angel was silently humming Bohemian Rhapsody. I screamed, and jumped on him, managing to get his helmet off. I then noticed the baseball bat had rolled out of the car. I fell off him, and grabbed the bat, jumping on him again, trying to bash his head in. He simply shoved me off. Then he pulled out a gun, pointing it at my shoulder. "This is gonna hurt." Then he shot me.