Arthur's, or rather, Joker's- segment finally came.

I think everyone watching gasped at the same moment when Arthur put that gun to Murray's head and shot him point-blank. Arthur tried to make a closing statement, but he was cut off by the network. I started at the television set blankly, wondering if I had just witnessed history.

Still in a daze, I walked over to the window. People started to fill the streets and chant.

"Kill the rich! Kill the rich!"

I thought about Arthur's words on how he had been treated and wondered what he had been feeling the last couple of weeks. I sighed and considered something that I would have never considered months ago: joining him.

The rioting outside worsened as I watched a group of people set a car on fire. A giant fire started and lit the area. The light-filled the area and the colors bounced off the sides of the building.

Then, I ran to my closet and grabbed a jacket. Nothing else.

I exited my apartment and then looked briefly towards Arthur's. A strange thought crossed my mind.

I looked around quickly to make sure there was nobody around to see what I was about to do.

Cautiously, I placed my hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. It was unlocked.

I opened the door, turned the light on and immediately jumped.

" Oh my fucking god!" I yelled.

There was blood everywhere in the hallway and a heavily disfigured body. I gagged. It must have been the sounds from earlier.

Trying to ignore the body, I looked into the kitchen. A clown mask sat on the counter. I picked it up, perplexed.

He has face paint, why would he need this? I thought.

I put the mask on. A good of a sign as any, I guess and made a dash to the door.

I glanced at the body again and felt a chill.

Then, I ran.

And ran.

And ran.

The streets were filled with hundreds of people, but I blended in well thanks to the mask.

The venue that hosted the Murray show wasn't too far from the apartment, and the trip was made even shorter thanks to me being able to run easily through the streets as all regular traffic was forced to yield to the rioters in the streets.

As I approached the venue, police lights flashed in the distance and I noticed that the area was taped off. I got as close as I could and scanned every face in the crowd, looking for Arthur.

Then, my ears picked up a bit of important information. It was in the distance and hard to hear, but the three keywords I heard confirmed my assumption.

"...let's take him." I watched two officers step into a nearby police car.

" Shit," I said under my breath. I at least wanted to say some sort of parting words before potentially never seeing him again. My mind raced and I scanned the scene, trying to think of how I could reach him. I probably shouldn't try to convince the police to let him go. That would definitely fail.

The rioting seemed to get worse by the minute.

Then finally, something clicked in my mind. These people would do anything for him. He's their god.

I eyed a group of somewhat unruly rioters and ran up to them.

" Hey! " I yelled at them. " The police are taking him! The Joker!" They stared at me.

I gathered my thoughts first and then told them my idea.

"If we take that ambulance we can get through the streets and-" My brain struggled to find the right words.

"Kill the police?" One of the men said. He was wearing the same clown mask as everyone else and his clothes looked excessively worn. I nodded, "That's right, kill them."

We tried to stealthily approach the ambulance at first, but as we got closer we noticed that there was nobody in it anyway. The back was open as well with the gurney missing.

All three of us hopped into the front of the ambulance, it was a tight squeeze but we successfully stayed out of the police's view. I guess they assumed nobody would steal an ambulance, and yet here we were.

"They headed that way," I pointed down the street. You could barely see the police car in the distance.

We sped off and the man who seemed fine with the idea of killing a police officer held his hand out.

"I'm Ken, by the way. And that's Don." I hesitantly shook both their hands.

"Then you can call me Vic," I said.

Ken moved the car abruptly, dodging plenty of obstacles that were in the streets.

"We're gonna have to be a bit reckless, so hold on." He quickly turned a corner and lost the car briefly.

"Wait-" I started. "The car-"

But before I could complain he sped up as quickly as possible. I closed my eyes as he accelerated through blatant reds, honking the horn wildly and banking on the fact that we were an ambulance and people would yield.

" Fuck! " I yelled as he turned the corner and I attempted to grab onto something. I was unsuccessful and fell into Don. We accelerated so quickly that by the time I could pull myself up, the last thing I saw was blinking lights.

We crashed.

This time I was holding onto something. Thank god.

I rubbed my muscles in pain but then looked out the window while Ken exited the ambulance.

"Arthur-" I said, practically throwing myself out of the ambulance. I held my breath as Ken and Don lifted Arthur out of the completely totaled police car and placed him on the hood.

I lifted my mask up and held Arthur's face. "Arthur, can you hear me? Are you okay?" Finally, he started to stir. I sighed in relief. "I can't believe those policemen didn't beat you to a pulp before taking you away for what you did."

Arthur slowly brought himself up. "What are you doing here?" He said with an amused smile. I laughed and then briefly paused. Trying to think of the answer to his question. I wasn't even really sure why I came.

"I felt bad and I knew that there was a chance I would never see you again." Arthur looked around, confused. "And there's some sort of revolution happening, I guess. I thought I'd join since you had an extra mask."

I watched Arthur's face as it went through a number of emotions. From confused, shocked, and then finally to elated. I smiled as he stood to fully see the crowd around him. He moved with confidence like he finally knew who he was.

Then he quickly stopped and looked at me.

"We have to go." He said, grabbing my arm.

"What?" I said. "It feels pretty safe here, surrounded by all these people who adore you."

He laughed. "I like it too, but they're coming." I looked around and tried to see what Arthur was talking about. I caught Don and Ken's eyes. "Sorry! But thank you!" I felt bad that Arthur didn't acknowledge them, even though they were the ones who saved him.

We squeezed through the crowd, which seemed to get bigger as we tried to get away. People wanted to follow Arthur, but it was terrible for our cover.

"This is a wanted man!" I yelled. "Get out of the way if you don't want him to go to jail!"

It didn't help.

We resorted to running and turning into strange places.

Once we were thoroughly out of breath and, hopefully safe, in an alley-looking area, we relaxed for a brief moment. I looked at the plants, tables, and chairs that were also in the alley.

Then, Arthur placed his hand on my waist. I turned towards him and before I could say anything he planted a kiss on my lips. It only lasted for a few seconds but when he pulled away he gazed deeply into my eyes. I smirked. "So forward," I joked.

"I don't think we can be together for very long." He said with a serious look.

I put my hands on his shoulders and stood close to him. "I know," I said sadly. Admittedly, between running out of my apartment and hitting him with an ambulance I hadn't taken the chance to truly consider what would happen next with us. Arthur was probably going to be charged with at least three murders now and I also didn't have a great track record going either. But I decided it wasn't worth worrying about yet.

I kissed him back passionately and savored the moment. I gripped his suit tightly and felt everything rushing through my veins at once. My heart throbbed and I felt a few tears forming in my eyes but ignored them.

It felt like heaven for a few moments, with every worry pushed into the back of my mind, the feeling of Arthur completely enamored with me.

I paused for a moment and looked at him with seriousness. "So, am I allowed to say 'I love you' now?" I gave him a small smile. He smiled back, but with resistance behind his grin.

"I think it'll be easier if you're not attached, but go ahead," he said it so nonchalantly. I shook my head, "we should keep moving. "

He grabbed my hand and smiled, then walked with a hop in his step. As he pulled me along he tried to twirl me around. Surprised, I cooperated but almost fell over and yelped. Arthur just continued on and we exited the alley back into the rest of the world again.

I held onto the feeling of freedom and acceptance, even though I knew it would be fleeting.

It was nice to feel, if just for a while.