Alright! next Chapter! Feels kinda rushed! Let's go!

Don't Own!

One time, a few years ago, Clara borrowed a friend's car for a five-hour drive. Unfortunately, the radio was broken. It had an old tape stuck in it, and would only play "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" on a loop when the car was on. Needless to say, it was the worst car ride she had ever had.

Her drive with the Master was far worse, obviously.

Not because he had openly stated that he wasn't above killing her. Not because he actually had just murdered a random guy. Not because he had the stupidest taste in music, and was completely anal about the radio.

Here was a being that she assumed had seen countless other worlds that she would not even begin to fathom, met creatures that looked inconceivable to the human eye, had experiences she probably would not begin to relate to.

And he spent the entire car ride talking about himself.

The Master saw himself as the most amazing thing ever created. So why would he not share that with the weak-minded being?

Clara was relieved beyond words when she pulled up to the hill. Representatives from news channels, the military, the police, something called UNIT, and other random vehicles for things Clara didn't even know surrounded the hill, blocking view of the Box.

She got out of the car. The Master stepped out of the car and stood next to her, looking up at the hill.

"Do they really have no idea what that is at this point?" The Master asked. "I mean, the clown is only human. Even with that fine piece of technology, how could it take them this long to get him?"

"Don't know. Don't care." Clara grumbled. "Need coffee."

As they walked up the up the hill, approaching the crowd, Clara mumbled, "Don't kill anyone."

"If they get in my way, no promises."

Clara had plenty of reasons why that wasn't a sound argument, given what she's seen him do and what he has done. However, she stopped herself when she noticed that one of the news teams had set up a coffee table.

The Master, surprisingly, waited for her to make a cup for herself before continuing up the hill.

"I don't understand why you would need that stuff." the Master said. "You don't seem particularly tired, which is what it's normally for."

"YOU didn't have to spend the last two hours listening to you talk." Clara said, taking a sip of the coffee.

The Master chuckled darkly to himself. "If that annoyed you, you wouldn't last five minutes in my mind…" Clara was about to ask him what he meant, but they had already found an opening in the crowd around the box.

The Box looked like a old blue police box. It looked like somebody had begun painting the outside of it green and purple, but they never finished the job. It lead to a strange combination of blue, green and purple.

A group of armed members of what Clara assumed was the military was slowly approaching the Box. She was hesitant to call them military only because their uniforms said UNIT on the back.

The UNIT group made it halfway to the Box when they were blown up on the spot.

"I thought I told you: NO UNIT!" A voice- Joker's voice- yelled from the Box. "Sheesh! You would these people would have learned by now!"

There was a collective silence from the crowd. Eventually, the crowd resumed what they were doing, having become somewhat used to the failure of approaching the Box.

Clara looked at the Master. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Any bright, snobby alien ideas about how to avoid getting blown up?"

"Remember what I told you."

"Right. Sorry. Any bright, psychopathic, murderous, full-of-yourself Time Lord ideas about how to avoid getting blown up?"

"Just one." The Master said, before walking toward the Box. Surprised by his move, Clara hesitated before following him.

If you asked her why, she honestly wouldn't know. She just did.

The rest of the crowd was not paying attention to the two. It would seem that they were not the first people to independently approach the Box. That didn't mean that the others were successful, though.

The Master stopped halfway to the Box. There was silence, before the disturbing voice seeped out of the Box.

"Now why should I let you and girly in?"

The Master was silent for a few second, before smiling a cocky smile.

"I'm the Master."

There was silence from the Box. The Master kept his cocky look.

Then there was laughter. Horrible laughter.

Clara would have laughed herself as she watched the Master's expression change from cocky to angry. However, she was a bit more worried about the fact that she was going to die soon.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH...HAHAHAH...HAHA...ha…" The laughter began to subside. "You…You really call yourself that! And they call ME a clown! HAHAHAHA!" There was a bit of a pause. "Alright! You won me over with your idiotic charm! Get in here, kids!"

The doors to the Box opened.

The Master quickly walked right through them. Clara followed behind him, trying to comprehend what just happened and why she wasn't dead. She looked behind her and noticed that the crowd was starting to get a little more worked up. Made sense, considering that they might have been the first people into the Box.

Clara had a feeling that might not be true.

She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice that she had walked right into the Box.

The Master watched her as she looked around their new surroundings.

"It's...It's…" She said. "...It's a lot longer in here then I thought."

They were standing in the middle of a narrow hallway. There was a door in front of them with two buttons next to it.

"The TARDIS can decide where you enter it. Usually it just dumps you right in the control center, but i think the clown might have redecorated."

"I have! Thank you for noticing!" The clown's voice echoed through the hall. "Now, just push the button and open the door to continue."

"Which button?" Clara asked.

"That's the fun part! One of the buttons opens the door, but the other one blows up all the bombs I've been using outside! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-"

"Alright then." The Master pushed both buttons.

BOOOOOOM!

The door opened.

Clara gasped in horror for a few seconds, before turning angrily to the Master.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY PEOPLE COULD HAVE DIED?!"

"It was obvious that, no matter which button we pushed, it would blow up the bombs. That's what I would do, if I were into these sort of games."

"These games are delightful! You should try them out sometime! This is going to be much more fun than I anticipated!" The Joker chimed.

The Master looked over at Clara. "You over it?"

Clara glared at the Time Lord. "I hate you."

"I've noticed."

"Give me one good reason not to kill you now." Clara heard herself say.

The Master looked at her, before laughing. Oddly, the Joker's laughter filled the room as well.

"Oh, spunky one you got there! I should warn you, I like em murderous!"

The Master stopped laughing. He held up three fingers. "I'll give you three reasons."

"The first reason is that there is no way you are capable of murder yet. You were working in a bakery less than twelve hours ago! You can't be that ready to stab someone. Unless you have a lot of pent of rage, which you might.

"The second reason," The Master said, counting down, "is that, if you kill me, I'll just regenerate. Believe me, I am by far the most sociable of my regenerations. Definitely an odd one out. My next form could be much less…friendly."

"Third reason: You want to be here. I'm the only one who knows how all this works, so you will follow me until we reach an impasse."

Clara continued glaring at him. "I still hate you."

The Master looked right into her eyes, staring her down. "I understand that. We have the same goal now, but eventually , we will be on different sides. I believe that this will end with one of us standing over the other's dead body. And I don't mean to be placing bets," The Master smiled a smile that could almost match the Joker's TV smile, "but I have quite a few lives."

The two glared at each other. The Master suddenly smiled, and turned around to head through the door. Clara, scowling, followed him.

"Now I officially welcome you to my Timey-Wimey Fun House!"

That escalated quickly.

Well, now that the Joker's in the story, things can speed up.

You may have recognized a few blatant references in this story. If you can point them out, you win my respect.

I just read over that last bit, and I realized that I might have just put something into motion that I didn't realize, but makes complete sense to happen as well as absolutely no sense. I'll tell you when I don't think it's a spoiler.

Alright, if you are a regular fan of my work, you'll know I am switching off between this and Wayward Son. However, after this is posted, I am just going to write a GTAV one-shot that's been bouncing around in my head. It's an AU where Trevor and Michael switch living situations. I don't want to spoil the plot to GTAV if you haven't played it, but if you have, you might know what I'm talking about.

Wow, that was a lot of endnote. I kinda have a bad habit of making these things quasi-blog posts.

See you next update!