Authors Note: I don't know why I made this other than I ship these two cause I can. (I ship them because their both rather abusive and assholes. And I really don't get the BatJokes ship at all.) I And this story... don't take it seriously. It's a crack-ship that might or might not have decent writing. This isn't a ship I advocate to be made cannon or anything, it's just something I wrote for enjoyment. Think of it as an elseworld type story on how it could go if they DID interact and perhaps developed a relationship.

But seriously judge this story in a review. Also for those of you wondering what version of Black Mask I use, I kind of made my own version a bit using inspiration from the New 52. Since I kind of have some issues with having it be his mask being stuck to his face. Another thing to take note, is this has nothing to do with my story Haunting Faces. As I don't plan on really having any romance in that story.

Joker stumbled about the place feeling lost, his head hurting like hell. Gotham was in the middle of a crime war and everyone the crime lords were in a free-for-all. And of course, Gotham city was burning, Joker wasn't quite sure where Batman was or if he'd even come out to try and bring back order.

Last thing Joker remembered was going into the building when it suddenly started to collapse on top of him. He'd gotten lucky as only a blunt object hit his head and nearly knocked him unconscious. His head was bleeding a bit and we sure he had a concussion. He looked around his vision blurry, part the building had collapsed, he didn't even remember why he came here. Now he just wanted to find himself a way out.

He found it a bit difficult to breath inside the building but kept moving, unsure if there even was an exit, suddenly around the corner he heard a noise. Groaning, sounded like someone was struggling and in pain. Curiosity took over and he made his way over. "Blackie Maskie~! Ah, so you're what made me come here~!" He spoke in a overly cheerful tone of voice, but the same time he sounded pissed.

Black Mask had his leg pinned under a piece of rubble, he looked to Joker glaring at him for a moment. He then turned his head away and used what strength he could manage to lift it up. He lifted it just enough to get his leg out, however his leg was definitely broken thus moving it was painful. "What the hell are you doing here clown!?" He said sounding more annoyed than anything.

"See that's the funny thing! I really don't remember, considering a piece of rubble hit my head. But I assume reason for me coming here was because I followed after you or something." He said glaring at him. "What was it anyway that made the building collapsed?"

"Who knows, the building already seemed unstable before I came in here. But all the others were already destroyed or burning." He said seeming to be out of breath, Joker took note how he was holding his side and notice, the side he was holding had blood dripping from it. He pieced together Black Mask got shot or something and came her to try and patch up the wound.

Either way he wasn't in a mood to really kill him or mess with him about the situation. Right now he wanted to get out of here, so he walked off a bit look for any possible exits. Roman watched him coughing a bit, the mask wasn't helping him at all so he took it off placing it to the side. He ripped off a piece of suit and used that to try and patch up his wound.

Joker looked around picking up the smell of something and begun to figure out a bit why it was difficult to breath. He could smell rotten eggs, which wasn't a good sign if it was what he was thinking it could be. He sighed frustrated, he be damned if he died due to some poison gas. With no exits though it seemed the only options were to wait for help or dig his way out.

Joker looked over back at Roman when he heard him moving. Roman haven patched up his wound, struggled to stand up. Limping was even more difficult due to his leg. He probably shouldn't be moving it at all, however it seemed he also picked up on what danger they were in as made his way toward some rubble. "Th...there isn't a lot of rubble here, behind it is a window." He said and leaned up against the wall for support when broke out into a coughing fit.

Joker nodded as Roman started to work on pulling out some the rubble being careful. Both options they had were risky, with the crime war and the fact no one knew they were here. They doubted any help would arrive in time. However if they dug their way out, one mistake could cause the rest of the building to fall down on them. For both of them the choice wasn't even questionable as Joker started to get to work too.

Roman didn't trust the madman, however he was sure if Joker wanted him dead he'd done something by now. Besides right now he really didn't have a choice but to cooperate with him. As it was the best chance he had of getting out of here alive. It took a lot of his strength and energy to ignore the pain in his leg and focus on trying to clear out an exit for both of them. All while making sure the building didn't start to collapse.

Joker felt fatigued and exhausted, all due to his concussion. If he passed out he doubted Roman would be able to drag him out of the building though. Led alone clear out the rubble on his own. So in order to try and stay awake he started talk to him. "So... You haven't happened to catch sight of the bat have you?" He wasn't really sure what to talk about with Black Mask. They rarely if even spoken to each other. Coming to think of it, Black Mask seemed to avoid just about everyone in Arkham and Blackgate.

Roman glanced at him trying. "No I haven't.." He said trying to keep his breathing steady. He could tell, Joker looked tired and took note of his head wound. So he decided to keep the conversation going if it meant Joker stayed awake and remained being useful. "So... um why exactly did you follow me in here?... I get you say you don't remember, but if the building hadn't collapsed..." He broke out into another coughing fit, his chest hurt. He was unable to finish his sentence and worked through it as pulled out a big piece of rubble.

Joker helped him a bit pull it out and decided to answer it. "If you're thinking I was going to kill you... probably not. I mean what reason would I have to kill you? I have no interest in ruling over Gotham the way you do!" He said and coughed a bit as well, but wasn't as bad as Romans. He groaned as he pushed another piece of rubble aside. "Only time I think I ever REALLY wanted you dead was when you tried stealing my job! Copycat."

Stealing his job, didn't take long to figure out what Joker meant. Stephanie Brown was a Robin he killed or almost killed. "Yeah... except neither of us succeeded in keeping a Robin dead. So I guess we both suck at that job." He nearly regretted it once he realized what he said, thinking Joker would lash out instead, the clown broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Hahaha! I didn't think you had a sense of humor Maskie!" He said, if he was angered at all by the comment he wasn't showing it. You could never know with Joker. "Honestly why is it you never work with anyone, aside from the assassins you hire. Who are even more shit at their jobs it seems?" It was an honest question that seemed to bug Joker, the two them weren't stopping for a second as they talked and cleared out the rubble.

They could see light coming behind some the rubble, it seemed they were close to freedom. Roman figured he should be careful what he says to the clown, as once they were both out. They wouldn't need each other at all, why Joker could just kill him. "Well put simply... I don't LIKE any of them or trust them. And I'm not one to pretend I do or kiss ass to someone I don't like or trust."

Joker smirked seeming to be amused. "Now that, I can of some amount of respect for. Let me guess you don't wanna be like mommy and daddy?" He spoke in a more teasing tone of voice perhaps testing him to see if he got under his skin or something.

Roman nodded, Joker hit the mark perfectly. "Yeah... wait how do you know about them?"

Joker cleared his throat as they cleared out the last of the rubble. "Harls, she worked at Arkham could tell me anything I wanted to know about anyone in there! Just because there's doctor-patient confidentiality doesn't mean the doctors won't share gossip if they think they won't tell anyone." He said chuckling a bit, surely they cleared out the rubble enough to get to the window. Joker took a large rock and used to break the glass. "Oh look we're free now!"

He could hear sirens blazing around, seemed like the war had ended. He wondered if there even was a victor or who won it. No matter, they were both free. Joker was the first the climb over and the down moving the glass away to not cut himself. Roman struggled due to his leg to get over and out the window. He was utterly exhausted and couldn't move much more.

Now he realized, he was in a more hopeless situation, if the clown wasn't happy at all with him he could kill or torture him. And there'd be not much Roman could do, he barely had any strength to stand back up. And even if he did he couldn't run with his broken leg.

Joker stretched breathing in the fresh air before turning to face Roman. "I actually enjoyed our chat Maskie!" He said seeming to be just as exhausted as Roman, though it was due to his concussion. Before he could say anything else though, some police cars came driving over and stopped spotting the two, the police immediately got out their cars and pointed guns at the two.

"Hands up now!" An officer called.

Joker groaned in annoyance and put his hands up anyways. "Oh, I hope we get a cell together or maybe we'll be neighbors so we can continue our talk!" He said loud enough for Roman to hear. He sighed and put his hands up. Neither of them were in a condition to fight. On the bright side of being arrested, they'd get free medical care.