I went into my nightstand to fish out my Ipod and found a note on it.
'Harley,
I know you'd go for this right after I left so I've left my note for you here. Tonight, I'm rigging two ferries to blow. One filled with citizens, the other with criminals. I'm giving each ferry the detonator to the opposite ferry, the choice being: blow up the other ferry, be blown up by the other ferry first or wait for both ferries to be blown up by yours truly. Anyway, I know Batman is gonna catch me, it's inevitable. So I'm not gonna fight it. I hope to see you again in a few days.
Love,
-J'
I sighed an plugged in my headphones as I thought of what to say to Gordon when I went to turn myself in.
Joker's POV
I waited in the building across from the waterborne ferries, watching what would happen and waiting for Batman to show up. I brought the Rottweilers, Bud and Lou with me, on guard for the Bat. The began to laugh and I turned to see none other than my good pal Batman.
"Oh, you made it, I'm so thrilled!"
I laughed sarcastically.
"Where's the detonator?"
He asked. I paused for a moment before sicking Bud and Lou on him.
"Go get em'!"
I ordered. They ran to attack the Bat and knocked him off his feet. I sauntered over to him and called the boys off him and began to beat Batman furiously with a crowbar.
Third Person POV
Joker kicked Batman in the stomach and came down on top of him.
"Oh, the all familiar places."
Joker mused as he pulled his knife, raising is above his head. Before he could plunge it into Batman, he was kicked off, causing him to stumble back as Batman rose to his feet. Batman couldn't see, his sonar device made everything impossible to focus on. Joker took this opportunity to swing at the masked hero again, forcefully enough to send him through glass. He landed on a platform just off the side of the building. Joker, sat again on top of the caped crusader, choking him enough to make him gag.
"You know, we really should stop this fighting, otherwise, we'll miss the fireworks."
Joker laughed.
"There won't be any fireworks!"
Batman argued.
"And here we...go..."
Joker waited, and waited and waited, but nothing happened. Joker looked at the clock, they should have blown up by then but there they stayed, buoyant in the water still.
"What were you trying to prove? That deep down, everyone's as ugly as you? You're alone."
Batman growled triumphantly.
"You can't rely on anyone else these days, you gotta do everything yourself, don't we?"
He sneered, pulling out his own detonator.
"That's alright, I came prepared. It's a funny world we live in. Speakin' of which, do you know how I got these scars?"
Joker inquired, pointing at the puckered flesh.
"No, but I know how you got these!"
Batman countered, launching his gauntlet blades at Joker's face. When Joker released him, he threw the clown off the building. The Joker just laughed on his way down. Batman shot his grappling gun at Joker, the hooks gripping into his shoe, stopping the madman long before hitting the pavement. The Joker dangled there as Batman reeled him back up.
"Oh...you, you just couldn't let me go, could you? This is what happens when and unstoppable force meets and immovable object. You truly are incorruptible, aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-riotousness. And I won't kill you...cause you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever."
Joker said as he continued to hang upside down.
"You'll be in a padded cell forever!"
Batman quipped.
"Maybe we can share one! You know, they'll be doubling up at the rate this city's inhabitants are losing their minds."
He laughed.
"This city just showed you that its filled with people ready to believe in good."
Batman replied.
"Until their spirit breaks completely. Until they get a good look at the real Harvey Dent and all the heroic things he's done. You didn't think I'd risk loosing the battle for Gotham's soul in a fistfight with...No, you need and Ace in the hole. Mine's Harvey."
Joker said with a sly grin.
"What did you do?"
Batman asked.
"I took Gotham's White Knight and I brought him down to our level. It wasn't hard. Madness, as you know, is like gravity; all it takes is a little...push!"
Joker cackled madly. Batman fled to avoid the cops and the clown was left alone with the SWAT.
Joker's POV
The SWAT came and got me down after a few minutes of hanging there. From there, it was straight to Arkham. When we got there, I was forcefully guided down the many white hallways. I don't like white...white makes me anxious. We turned down another hall and entered the maximum security wing of the hospital. I recognized some of the other rogues, like Riddler and to my displeasure, Scarecrow. Jonathan Crane had a bad reputation of smarting off to anyone he wanted to. Especially me. We shared a glare as I passed his cell and was turned down another hallway. There, they stripped me of my suit, like I was incapable of doing it myself, and shoved me into a tiled room. I caught myself on the wall before I could fall.
"You know the drill, clown. Get that shit of your face and get into your issued pjs."
One guard laughed as turned to leave. I glared at him through my bangs and when we made eye contact, he visibly paled. He could see that I was planing to kill him and it wasn't going to be over quickly. He blinked and turned back to the door before leaving. I sighed and stood, turning on the shower. I jumped in surprise at the cold water, it showed no signs of heating up so I settled for it and began to wash my face. Streams of black, pinkish-red, and white trickled down my body, swirling incoherently down the drain beneath my feet. For a moment, Harley passed my mind. Was she okay? Did Gordon believe her story? Was she even coming? Wait, Why the hell do I care if she's alright? She's just a tool anyhow, not like she was anything special. I've been working on this for months, gained Harley's trust, made her believe me, love me without a second thought. But that didn't explain the feeling I always had when she was around, like everything was easy with her next to me. I felt a weight crushing down on my chest. Pressure; and when I felt pressured into anything, I would become livid. I had never wanted to hurt Harley more than I did in that moment. For making me feel like this. I usually had a good hold on my emotions towards Harley, but now I was questioning them. Had I let her get too close?
"Damn it, get out of my head..."
I growled, like she could hear me and listen. The makeup was off, I was clean, I guessed, and turned of the shower. I dried myself off and my red scrubs caught my attention. I clicked my tongue and dropped the towel, putting on the indicator that I was in maximum security, I stepped out of the room where a guard waited to take me back to my cell. I sighed.
"Home again, home again. Jiggety jig."
I mumbled as we rounded the corner leading to my cell. Again, shoved into a place I didn't want to go but I had no plans in making this stay any less pleasant than it already was. I sat down on my cot and tapped my bare feet on the linoleum floor. God, this was gonna be boring. I suppose I could try and sleep...I lay down on the cot and got under the scratchy covers. Harley traipsed back into my head, making sleep impossible. The next time I see her, she's gonna get it good.