There were some things a guy had to stand up and take like a man. A bullet to the chest was not one of them. He dropped to his knees as the bullet whizzed overhead. Two seconds slower and it would've pierced his left lung. Time seemed to slow as the cackling madman's feet appeared in his line of vision. "I can't believe you just shot at me!" He said, his raspy voice containing surprise, as he stood up. He met the madman's eyes as he giggled. "Yes, well, knives were get-ting boring. Thought-ah we could, uh, change it-ah." A growl from his counterpart was the only warning he had as he was thrown against the wall. "I thought we agreed there would be no guns." The clown giggled and turned around, holding the wall for support. "I ah, got tired of thesame thing happening every night." He pushed off the wall and was pushed roughly back. His head connected with the brick and he let out an insane peal of laughter as spots of blackness danced before his eyes. "Now were talking." The Dark Knight pressed his lips roughly against the Joker's own scarred pair, and the Clown Prince of Crime gave back as good as he got. And when Batman was too out of it, to blinded and driven by his need for the Joker, Joker pulled off his cowl in one smooth jerk.

So... One shot? Possibly continued? I'm not sure. It was meant to be a one shot, but if readers want it to be longer, I can work on it. Just shoot me a review!