AN: I just got the idea for this story, but wanted to get opinions first.
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He dragged himself from the wreckage, stumbling slightly. Cracking his neck from left to right, did little to ease the throbbing pain.
'Rose.' Was the first thought that crossed his mind.
He moved quickly over to the passenger side door and ripped it open. There she hung, still buckled in, white blonde hair like a curtain around her face. He chuckled darkly to himself, remembering how she'd asked him to buckle his seat belt. He positioned himself below her, and unbuckled the seat belt allowing her to fall into his arms. He gently laid her on the glass-covered ground, before brushing the hair out of her face. That beautiful face. As he ran a thumb over her cheek he noticed she looked more angelic than ever, not that she knew he thought so. He put his head to her chest for a listen. He silently thanked god for her good mind to buckle herself in when they got in the car. A roar of a motorcycle brought him back to the current situation. He looked at her face, cursing the bastard for crashing them and damaging his delicate Rose.
'His Rose' he thought, 'She'd throw a fit if she heard that.'
He stood and started walking down the street towards the oncoming motorcycle.
"Come on" He growled shooting off a few bullets, and walking forward.
"Hit me." He beckoned, shooting more rounds, "I want you to." He kept shooting. "Hit me!" He yelled finally as the motorcycle drew only a foot away from him. The driver swerved at the last second, sliding off the bike and scraping the ground harshly. Taking out a knife he walked towards the driver. One of his stupid henchmen tried to take off the driver's mask, but got electrocuted. He mocked the henchman by making crazy sounds and waving his arms. He moved over to the driver, and kneeled down. He was about to slap the guy awake when he felt something pushed to the back of his head.
"Can you just give me a minute?" He asked.
"It's over. We got you, you bastard." A voice said from behind him. He dropped the knife, smiling to himself. Some police officer pulled him up and cuffed him. He just laughed, 'wait till they realize what's coming.' He thought. As he was lead over to a police car his gaze caught sight of a person being loaded into an ambulance.
"Rose…" He whispered realizing who it was. 'No! They can't do that!' He thought angrily. "Rose!" He yelled pulling against the policeman.
"She is no longer your concern." Gordon said appearing before him as the car door was about to be closed.
"Rose is mine, and I'll get her back. Just you wait." Joker replied.
Gordon stared at the Joker as the door to the car was shut.
What unnerved Gordon wasn't the stare the Joker was giving him, but the promise in his words.