Author's Note:

Yay! My first TWO reviews! You deserve a cookie! :D But since I can't bake, here is another chapter..

She felt Josh's thin lips on her mouth, and then the music began to play, and Josh led her down the small steps away from the altar. Zoey stopped dead in her track about a second before Josh did. At the end of the isle, at the great wooden doors leading outside, stood The Joker. His hair was freshly dyed green; his makeup looked like it had just been applied. In his right hand there was a knife.

Surprise!

"A WHITE dress? Uh, really?"

She stared at The Joker disbelieving, as he slowly moved up the queue towards the altar. Beside some small nervous movements among the wedding guests there was completely silent in the church.

"Black suits you better, you know" he said teasingly, pointing the blade towards her. She shifted uncomfortably, and Josh hugged her hand tightly as if it was going to make her less scared. Even though she wasn't scared.

Not of him. Never.

"No no no no NO! White is just all, uh, wrong. It reminds me of the padded walls of Arkham" He was now standing right in front of them, completely ignoring Josh, staring at Zoey.

"Shall we see if it's just as soft?" he continued, and reached out for her. Something inside of her snapped.

"Get the fuck away from me, asshole!" she hissed, and stepped back. Josh stared at her in disbelief, but remained silent.

"Haven't you missed me?" The Joker asked in mock hurt.

"Not. One. Bit." Zoey answered darkly "now get the hell out of the church. This is my freaking wedding!"

He threw his head back and laughed. That same insane cackle she remembered from such a long time ago.

"Getting married in church, eh? I never figured you for a ,uh, religious type of gal! Or maybe it was dear Josh's idea?" He turned towards Josh who was still frozen in the exact same spot as before The Joker had crashed a close to "perfect" day. Josh made a weird low squeaking noise when The Joker laid his cold eyes on him. Zoey would have laughed if it wasn't her husband acting like a total coward in front of Gotham's most feared man. The Joker moved closer and closer to Josh. Much closer than he needed to, but he kept going until the tip of their noses where almost touching. Josh had begun to shake. The Joker didn't even smile, but just kept staring. Small pearls of sweat began to form on Josh's face and neck, and his skin had turned bright hot pink. He was probably burning up. The Joker made a low tsk-ing noise while he made a big point in playing with his knife out of Josh's stiff sight. As Josh was too scared to ask, so Zoey did it for him:

"What the friggin' hell are you doing Joker?"

He didn't answer, just kept toying with poor Josh. Out of the blue Josh got the strength to utter words.

"Please. Please don't kill me. Please" he stuttered. Zoey could have rolled her eyes in disgust.

Even then The Joker didn't laugh. It was very out of character for him. Zoey could easily see that The Joker was up to something.

"Actually" The Joker cleared his throat "I was going to ask you a favor. One man to another" He motioned between him and Josh with the knife, but for a moment found time to glance teasingly at Zoey who glared back angrily.

"Since you are going to be kind of occupied for a veeeery long time into the future, I was thinking of borrowing your blushing bride over there. It's not like you're gonna, uh, need her"

"What?" Zoey yelled "no way!" and then in a lower, wondering voice" And what do you mean by occupied?" As soon as the question left her mouth Zoey knew she should have kept quiet.

Just then The Joker laughed. High pitched and as insane as ever. Then, as fast as a snake he drew a gun from his purple jacket and shot Josh in the stomach. Josh shrieked and fell to the ground, his black tuxedo turning dark red around the ragged hole in its lover middle. "Bastard!" Zoey screamed as she rushed over, trying to strike The Joker with her small fist. His knife ripped through the thick air, as Zoey moved back from him just inches away from having slashed her throat. The Joker giggled as she fell back over her dying husband and landed in the stone floor beside him. She ignored the insane clown, as she reached for Josh and tried to find his pulse. It was there, but it was faint.

"Josh.. "She whispered, scared to discover that she wasn't completely heartbroken. She knew she should be disgusted by herself.

She fumbled with the buttons on Josh's shirt, all the while trying to keep him awake by whispering calming words to him. The Joker kept quiet, soon Josh did the same. Zoey didn't even realize, because she was so focused on stopping the bleeding with his shredded shirt. After a minute, while she still reassured him everything was going to be fine, she looked at his face and turned still. The Joker noted innocently "he's not much fun now, is he?"

"You seem to be having a great time" Zoey spat at him, her voice dripping with poison. She kept pressing on the wound, even though it seemed to have stopped bleeding.

"Well, that's because of you!" he smiled "now what do you say? Let's get out of this church, shall we? The, uh, romantic mood is kinda ruined now" there was no regret in his voice.

"I have to call an ambulance" she mumbled, ignoring The Jokers attempt to make her attack him again. He sighed "sure, why not?" her head snapped back up at him, as he drew a cell from one of his many pockets. He dialed a three digit number. Surely he wasn't calling 911?

"Yeah, hi!" he said cheerfully "Joker here… No, seriously… I kinda shot this guy, and now his wife is giving me a hard time… Can you pick him up?.. That's great!.." he gave the operator the address, and said goodbye. "Now, will you come?" he asked irritated.

Zoey looked sadly down at Josh. "Why?" she asked.

"Business" He smiled

"What kind of business?"

"My kind of business of course!" he answered annoyed.

"I don't do that" Zoey whispered, and for the first time looked around at the guests. most of them had somehow sneaked away, and the few people left seemed too shocked to pay attention.

"Listen, we can talk about all this when we have, uh, privacy. Right now you only have to choose between walking out of here or being dragged"

Slowly Zoey rose from the ground, and stood tall in front of him. "I would rather walk, thank you. But don't expect me to help you with anything" He ignored her statement, and instead commented on her now blood stained dress "oh, look! We got your dress is all dirty. Told you white was a bad idea"

"Oh, shut up"

He grasped her arm rather hard, and held her face close to his painted one "you are in no position to make demands, puddin'" he whispered, and with that he started walking down the aisle dragging her along with him.

Author's Note:

Oh, I'm so happy! :D I already got another two chapters written down, but I need some persuasion before I post them… I hope you all like my story! Review, review, review, pretty please!