Author's Note: With all honesty I know that this pairing would never work. Though Joker says some rather suggestive dialogue sometimes I know he's just messing. I can see why people would think though, how they have this back and forth relationship as they fight throughout Gotham. Chaos and order colliding each man refusing to yield from their cause and creed. You can't have one without the other they in a way complete each other. Recently though I've read countless of fanfics weaving tales of Batman and Joker's possible romance. I don't know why but I've been hooked and found some of them to be really good. I have a new opinion of this ship, but again with all honesty they are so not good for each other. But who cares if it's not cannon right, let the ship sail. Anywho has some references to the "The Killing Joke", "Death in the Family", and some other media like the animated movies and such you know inspiration for these iconic characters. As much as I love Heath Ledger's Joker from "The Dark Knight" this is more based on the old school Joker I grew up with. Obviously I do not own any of the characters mentioned they are property of DC comics and also don't hate if you're not into these sorts of things I just wanted to do this for fun so I don't need any of your negativity. Please I would appreciate any comments or feedback I can take criticism but not just random hate okay let's be nice this is my first JokerxBatman fanfic. Tell me what you think if you want me to keep it this going. (Side note: that whole deal with Two Face's coin idea I got from a funny comic, I don't really know if coin flipping is 50-50 odds or not but I can imagine he would go bonkers if it wasn't)

The Joker staggered away from the bank slipping past the police that already surrounded the area. He managed to slink by unnoticed and bleeding profusely from a bullet wound near his abdomen. That's what he gets for turning his back on old Gruesome Face. And this was certainly the last time he'd help him escape Arkham, that's if he would ever live to see that dreadful place again. He silently cursed himself as he limped for agreeing to aid his escape and bank heist, but hell it's not like he had any crazy schemes himself tonight. Maybe he was getting dare he say "soft" as the years past. HA! The notion made him almost trip as he began to smile. He chuckled softly remembering how exactly he got himself in this predicament in the first place. After the two escaped and gathered some thugs to help with the job, they all made quick work of the bank. The Joker would obviously get a cut; he never liked doing these sorts of things just for money though. But hey he considered it as Harvey's gift to help finance a future scheme. With more theatrics and where Joker himself was the main attraction. But anyway, as the hired hands quickly emptied out the vault Joker remembered reading an article about coin flipping. He remembered reading that statistics showed that flipping a coin was not entirely "50-50" but more rather "49-51" odds. He shared this little tidbit info with the ex-district attorney to rock his little world. And much to the Joker's expectations it did, but much to the Joker's surprise the man grew violent and shot the clown in the stomach. As the sound of sirens filled the air everyone made a dash to escape leaving Joker to bleed to death.

Luckily the bullet didn't hit any organs or any arteries, but this didn't mean this clown was out of the woods yet. With every step, with every breath, with every weak laugh from remembering how mad both faces glared at him made the Joker wince a bit. There was no denying there was some pain to this, but in his mind he kept reminding himself that he's endured much worse. From weekly electroshock therapy, on and off again beatings from the guards and of course getting beat an inch of his life by his favorite flying rodent, this was cake – right? Well not exactly, the Caliph of Clowns started to grow weary from so much blood loss. He had to stop, just for a moment. He leaned against the alleyway's brick wall and slid down until he was sitting on the ground. Joker pressed onto his wound, breathing hard and sweating from exhaustion. He looked at the dark yet light polluted sky above Gotham and began to wonder why he had run away in the first place. Where was the clown even heading to? Let's face it no doctor in Gotham was crazy enough or cared really to help the Harlequin of Hate. They probably let him bleed to death and lie by stating they've done all they could. He was just a mad dog and if he was idiotic enough to think these "people" wanted save him then he would laugh when instead they would simply leave him to die. But then why did he leave the scene? Well he couldn't bear letting HIM see The Clown Prince of Crime shot by the hand of a two bit and "two-face" lesser criminal. The clown began to laugh softly as his own pun. But no, he couldn't let the Bats see him like this. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. No not like THIS! Their epic dance over the corpse lined streets, fiery buildings and bloodied rooftops of Gotham was supposed to end in one way. With Batman holding his lifeless shell under the pale moonlight, a broken man because he broke his one rule. He was the one the Joker bestowed the honor of killing him, his equal and his other half. Such tragedy befell the usually comedic clown as he realized that his dream would never come to pass.

Just then, as if almost on cue, the dark skies began to let up with a down pour of rain. A smile spread across the clown's lips at how ironic the situation seemed, like a scene being ripped out of some corny sob film. As darkness clouded his eyes and he allowed himself to drift effortlessly for once into sleep, he felt the cold touch as the rain hit his aching body. His thoughts raced before turning to nothing, his thoughts of his beloved and favorite flying mammal… the Batman.