Joker Imagines

~6-Part Three-Requested~

Thank you everyone for 53k views!!! ❤️❤️ I have been requested to do a part three by quite a few people. There has been two main things the bullet should hit, Billy and nothing. So I will make two different stories, depending on what you want happening, which I think is quite fair. They both will have the same ending though, so its fair. Hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry that this is a bit short.
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Billy dies:
Everything becomes slow motion as I see the bullet tear through the air towards Billy. My eyes widen at the realisation of my actions. The bullet cuts through Billy's chest, blood flowing out of the wound as his body falls towards the ground. Tears stream down my cheeks as my breathing becomes uneven. You actually did it, wow. "I-I didn't do it. No! No! No!" My voice is barley a whisper due to my crying. "Oh I think you did do it. Finally I have no weakness." My mind. It's so corrupt. This isn't me. There is no me. "What had I done? What have you done?" Screaming in emotional pain, I quickly pull the gun to my head. As long as she is in my mind, I will only bring destruction to the people  around me. Closing my eyes I fight against her attempting to pull the weapon that took away Billy from my head. This time I'm stronger than her, if only I could of done this a few seconds ago. All of this wouldn't of happened if I wasn't weak. "You have no more weakness, you stupid child. I can take what is mine now. Gotham will be mine, or even ours if you accept me." I shake my head while laughing.

Joker makes his way towards me slowly, not knowing if I will try to shoot at him or not. "Doll? We really should leave now." His voice was a mumble to me. Her evil voice echoing throughout my head, blocking out the surrounding sounds. I can't let her win, not after what she did to Billy. "Even if you don't accept me, be smart and escape  from here with him. You wouldn't want to get arrested, they might sentence you to death now that they know you did this all. You killed." Billy was the only one keeping me sane, and he is now gone because of me. All because of Joker. He somehow made her more dominant and stronger. It's all his fault. With dries tears on my cheeks, and new ones forming, I look up at the man in front of me with my sad eyes. "This is all your fault!" I shout at him, my gun raising towards his head. "Now, doll. I don't think you want to do that." Joker smirks. "And why is that? I have nothing else to lose now he is gone." My voice becoming quieter as I speak. "You still have yourself to lose. Now I personally wouldn't want to lose my new partner in crime."

Lowering the gun down, I carry on looking straight at him. He didn't want to lose me. He cared? Well we don't know if her does or not, but I for sure care about us not dying. So go now, and think about this later. "She's right." I mumble out loud, earning a confused expression from Joker. "We probably should go now." I tell him while standing up and walking towards their door. Taking a last look at Billy's corpse, a single tear escaped my eye. "You got to live in the moment and forget about the past in some situations, doll. This one is for sure one them." Joker appears next to me, taking my hand in his, scaring me a bit from the sudden physical contact. "Now, new partner in crime, I hope you like running." And what that said, he began to run, taking me with him as I began to copy his actions. Without a second glance back, I left Billy and my past in that room. Gotham is not ready for what we will bring upon it.

Billy lives:
Moving my hand in the last moment, the bullet flies towards the wall, few centimetres away from Billy's body. Stupid girl! You always ruin everything! Ignoring what she has said, I sink into the floor, my eyes begging to water. I nearly killed him. How could I do this? You didn't even hurt him. Be quiet! "Y/N?" Billy's shaky voice made me look at him, seeing his body coming closer to mine. "It's okay, Y/N. Don't cry." He crouched down, his face close to mine. "I'm so sorry. No I'm not. I should kill you right now, if only I had the power to. No, don't listen to her. I'm sorry." My hands fly to my face in shame. What am I? I can't live like this.

"Doll, if you don't do something with him, I'll just kill him myself." Jokers voice surprised me, but after hearing what he said, I began to glare in his direction. I can't kill him. Just whack him in the head, make him unconscious, leave. That's a good plan, and does not involve you hurting him, that much. I look back towards Billy. His face is showing so many different emotions. Angry, sadness, confusing, fear. He is scared because of me. He is scared of me. Just do it now, you stupid girl! We need to leave very soon. Leave me alone! For once, please leave me alone.

As tears escaped my eyes, I whispered, "I'm sorry for this.", to Billy. Quickly slamming the handle if my gun in the side of his head. I watch his body fall to the ground. At least he will be safe here, without me. I'm so stupid for ever even thinking about liking him as a friend. I didn't know this would happen to him. "Come on, doll, we don't have a lot of time to waste." Joker pulled me up to stand in front of him. Suddenly, I wrapped my hands around him, pulling myself into his chest. This actions was a surprise to him, as I felt him tense but slowly relax to my touch.

"There, there." He awkwardly patted my back with his hand, trying to be sympathetic. Of course he wasn't though. "I'm sorry." I let my arms drop to my side as I stand back from him, looking down in shame. His face had a small smile on it that could be easily missed, but I seen it when I looked back at him. Stretching his hand out for me to hold, his voice kind if childish as he says, "Come on, new partner in crime, time to run." As I hesitantly grabbed his hand, he began to jog out of the room, me copying him. Soon the jog escalated to a sprint, and we were running towards our freedom. Leaving Billy, and my past behind me. Gotham is not ready for what we will bring upon it.