[A/N: Hope you enjoy this chap. :) *]
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`I opened up the driver's door and had to grab onto a railing on the side to get fully inside the vehicle, even at the age of fifteen I wasn't that tall...yet. At least I hoped so but that wasn't important at the moment. I had no idea where my backpack was nor my knives but oh well. I'd find something later. The rain was starting to pour down outside, gently and quietly at first before it all poured down as if to flood the earth. I quickly shut the driver door. I shivered once, vibes going all throughout my hands. It was really cold in here for some reason. Maybe no one turned on the heat earlier. I could barely see out the front of the Arkham Asylum van's windshield, it was pouring down fast, diving down from the clouds at rapid pace. I could hear the clutter clatter noises of them falling onto the black van. I flipped my hair back once before putting the main key to the van holey thingy, I really didn't care how you said the word right now. The engine rumbled alive, stuttering at first then full gear. Thank goodness. I had a side-ways grin on my lips now, this was good. Now for the main event. Trying to drive. Notice how I said 'trying'. Anyhoo.
My shoes squeaked as I slid them up to the van pedals, sliding my right foot over to the gas pedal, I wasn't sure if this was the right foot I was supposed to be using but oh well. What cop was gonna pull over a Arkham Asylum van? Well...probably all of them but yeah. Still most of my hair was plastered against my face but I could still flip back some of it, that had to count for something. I pressed down on the pedal there and the van moved forward, I jumped and it jerked to a stop as my other foot hit the other pedal. I covered my mouth with my hands as I jumped, then giggled as if it were humorous. I couldn't help it. Then slowly I slid my hands back on the van steering wheel, pressing down again on the gas pedal. Going slow at first, taking a sharp right and actually making it, even if the van did tilt to the side. I was moving away from the odd abandoned play-house back there. Where was Joker or Harley? Did they plan this?
I then got a little excited, pressing much more down on the gas pedal, the speed moniter rising higher as the van went faster. I was getting a little to excited, but I wanted to see how fast as Arkham Asylum van could go...so, yeah. You see the problem. I turned the wheel to the right as far as I could get it without making the van go into a skid. Why was it raining?! Oh well. I kept it on the right side of the road...I think. I had to sit really up straight to see if I was on the right side then. Yeah. I was good for now. I kept driving as best as I could, taking a left then and that's when this happened...
A fire-truck was laid on it's side and it was, ironically enough, on fire there was two dead fire-men laying on the ground, this made me shake and when I shake, my hands move so the wheel moved to the far-left and I lost control, the van going into a skid, going to the far-left from the flaming fire-truck; hitting a pole, denting it until it stopped just like that a few feet down from the fire truck down the road. I looked up then, re-opening my eye-lids now as I stared around wide-eyed. Holy crow. The driver side of the van opened up then and there was a smiling Joker, my eyes widened even more if that was possible.
"Hi, can I drive?"He asked before knocking me on the head with a but of a shot-gun that I had noticed he had in his left hand seconds before. I slumped down and that was the last thought I had before re-awakening, after what seemed to be hours to me, sitting in the passenger side seat. I groaned softly, my eye-lids fluttering shut then re-opening but still drooped, my eyes casted over to the left at the driver's side. There was the Joker driving away, and I looked to the front then, through the windsheild only to see red and blue lights reflecting him them. Huh?
I, forgetting about my headache and possible concussion, and looked around the seat I was in, through the back van window. Seeing about four to five cop cars going at full speed after us, and by 'us', I mean the Joker who was now driving the Arkham Asylum van here.
"We uh--" The Joker licked his lips once as I looked over at him, he looked at me with a mocking apologetic face "We ran into a few...distractions earlier, but uh--we're uh fine now."
"We. Have. Cop. Cars chasing this van down." I spoke slowly, raising my eye-lids up a little now, ignoring the fact his eyes were away from the road now!, leaning my head up and off the chair head-rest "Physco clown."
"Did you call me a clown?"He asked this as if I had insulted him, turning the wheel to the far-right; taking a sharp turn then; I fell off my chair then, clutching onto the Joker's purple coat now for support as my eyes peaked over the bottom of the windshield, noticing there was a block squad there in line from GCPD. I slowly looked back at the Joker wide-eyed. W--Was he going to try to get past THEM? I noticed the shot gun was on the van floor now and had slid back to the two metal closed doors.
"You're crazy." I whispered, still staring at the cops in front of us that held in a line, thinking they'd stop the Joker.
"That's *funny* 'cause that's exactly what six out of five doctors said at Arkham." He giggled out, twisting the wheel to the side slightly as he was nearly jumping up and down on the driver seat now. We were getting so close to them. I quickly covered my eyes with my jacket long sleeves, as my hands were now hidden within the sleeves. This wasn't gonna end well...
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