Title: Country Matters
Fandom: American Psycho / The Dark Knight
Warnings: Abuse, ChallengeFic, Crossover, M/M, Oneshot, Violence
Characters/couples: Patrick Bateman/The Joker

Summary: Patrick might not have much luck hunting, but luckily an old friend comes to cheer him up.
Rating: R. If you're old enough to watch the movies, then this is hardly shocking.
Notes: This was written for the LJ community knivesandsaw's November meme, so the fic and the pairing might seem a bit weird. However, I hope you still like it!

Country Matters

Shots rang out clearly in the crisp autumn air, and every now and then one of them hit, causing a bird to fall down from the sky. No matter how much it was considered to be the sport of the elite, it wasn't one to be mastered instantly, and inside Patrick was seething how easy the old boys' guard made it look. Trying to hit something small, fast moving and far away was vastly different from shooting some homeless loser up close and personal, or gutting a hooker.

Patrick heard some kind of disturbance behind them, the noises going seemingly unnoticed by the rest of his colleagues and assorted social shoulder rubbers. Happy to have found the perfect excuse the slip away, he went to investigate, falling further back from the crowd.

It didn't take long for him to notice the tracks left behind by something being dragged over the colorful, fallen leaves. A part of him reflected how foolish it was to go wandering about with such trigger happy people around, but so far none of the hunting party or the helpers had spotted him. As the footpath made a turn, Patrick could see what looked suspiciously like one of the helpers being dragged behind one of the bushes, and the flash of bright purple clothing made his stomach lurch as he realized how fast the situation could explode, possibly quite literally, knowing the Joker.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Patrick whispered furiously, as if anybody might happen to overhear them.

"Oh, Pat, you ruined my surprise!" Joker replied in a very melodramatic manner, letting the unconscious, possibly dead body fall to the ground.

Before Patrick could protest about the questionable nature of such a surprise, the clown continued.

"You see, what with you gone and everybody in the city preparing to be all charitable towards their fellow man in the upcoming holidays, things were getting boring. So I packed up the turkey, well, what was left of it; who knew the damn things were that flammable, and came to find you," the Joker explained in his usual, odd style.

Patrick looked at his sometimes partner in crime, sometimes something else, and couldn't help but find all this rather endearing in a very twisted way. He let his shotgun fall down with a heavy thud and reached for the Joker, twining his fingers in the green hair and grabbing the lapel of his coat as he pulled the man into a passionate kiss, which let his more careful nature take backseat to the clown's infectious recklessness.