"Joker…" I groaned from the couch. I didn't get a reply. My stomach had been feeling awful for a few hours now and it was getting worse. I swallowed down some excess bile that was threatening to upchuck and rolled over onto my stomach. "Joker!" I called a little louder. I heard a sigh and he leaned against the door frame of his room again, no jacket on. "What is it, Solace? I'm working on the plan for the Mayor." He said with his arms crossed again. I groaned.
"I feel like complete and utter shit." I grumbled and looked at him with half closed eyes.
"So? Am I supposed to rub your stomach and make you feel better?" He asked with an amused glimmer in his dark eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but I quickly closed it again. I got to my knees and sprinted to the bathroom. Joker watched on in confusion and followed me to the bathroom quickly. Emptying the contents of my mouth and stomach into the bathroom, I felt Joker rub soothing circles on my back. "Ugh, I hate being sick." I moaned again. I heard him chuckle a little and then I began retching once more. He held my hair up for me as I vomited again and again and again. Eventually, my body had gotten rid of all of the fluids and I collapsed next to the bath. "What the fuck is wrong with me now?" I whispered in exasperation. I felt some tissue dab at my mouth and I hated to think how unattractive I looked at that moment. Hair no doubt in a mess, sick all over my mouth and sweat pouring down my face. "Sh, sh, sh, shhh…" He said softly and picked me up gently. I opened my eyes just long enough to see Joker's bedroom door open and I was placed on his bed. My room got exceptionally warm at night so that would not help. I smiled a little at his bed covers; purple and green. "I'll get you some soup and an aspirin when you get up." I nodded and turned over.
"Thank you." I whispered and I fell asleep.

I woke up with a sheen of sweat upon me and a scream tearing its way through my throat. Footsteps were approaching the door quickly but I paid them no heed. I began to hyperventilate, piecing the dream together. I was running… Then I fell… A vat of soup?... Raspy voice… Joker die- OH MY GOD. I screamed again, finally remembering the horror of my dream. The door burst open and Joker ran in, a knife in his hand and a determined look in his eyes. I put my hand up and finally got my breath under control. "It's okay… Just… bad dream." I whispered. He seemed a little reassured and put his knife away. He sat down beside me on the bed and watched me as I tried to forget the dream. "You've been out for… three days now. Daddy's been worried 'bout you." He said, getting a little smile from me.
"Three days? Wow, that's a bit… long." I began to chew on my lip, "I didn't mess up any plans, did I?" That idea scared me. If I messed up our best shot at Batman, I would go insane. However, Joker shook his head. "No, no, you didn't. Our best attempt would be in two days but if you're not well…" I held my hand up again.
"No, we'll do it even if I'm ill or having nightmares or whatever shit is happening. This is the perfect opportunity and I'm not going to blow it." I said with determination. Joker watched me a little longer and then smiled.
"You're a little bit determined, huh?" I smirked.
"It's not every day one gets to kill the Mayor, huh?"
"No, it most certainly isn't."

I was feeling loads better the very next day. Now, it was the morning of our assassination. We didn't have a doubt though, that someone would try and save him. They'd probably be victorious but this would create the scare we really wanted. Footsteps approached me and I looked up. Joker was dressed in a marcher's suit for the parade. His face still resembled that of a demonic clown but his hair was brown, no traces of green in it. He didn't have the gun to use in the routine; he'd steal it off of the guy whom he was taking the place of. "You are going to take that makeup off, right?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. He rolled his eyes and nodded then sighed.
"You'll be the first person in years to see me without my makeup on." He said matter-of-factly. I tilted my head.
"I'm glad that you trust me enough to show me your face." He nodded and then walked to the bathroom. I heard the tap gush and I also heard scrubbing. I smirked and crept over to the door. I opened it a little and found that Joker had washed off one half of his face. He looked up and then our eyes locked in the mirror. I realized that I wasn't wearing my mask. He looked at me, a little reluctantly, as if asking whether he really had to remove the makeup. I nodded and he sighed. He then bent over and began scrubbing at the other side. I chewed on my lip, almost frightened of what the Joker could look like without his war paint on. He finally grabbed a towel and dried his face. He looked up and I was frozen.

He was handsome. No denying it whatsoever. The scars made no difference in my opinion. His dark eyes watched me, as though aching for a reply of some kind. His mouth was small compared to how big the red grease had made it look. He had high-ish cheekbones and I couldn't help but think of all of the things I could do to this man's face. I gulped and I realized I was not only staring at him, but he was staring at me. It was now that I wished that I hadn't revealed my face at Wayne's party. It would have been a lot easier. "So… how do I look?" He asked nervously, throwing his hands up a little. I swallowed and then regained my composure. "Sexy, if you ask me." I smirked and walked out. It's so fun to leave a homicidal maniac hanging.

I was sitting on a window sill with the window open, right next to one of the gunmen assigned to protect the Mayor. I had chosen that window so that I could remove suspicion from myself. "So, is this Joker guy really going to show up?" I asked in what I hoped was a disbelieving tone.
"We don't know, ma'am. That's why we're all on the lookout." I nodded and looked at the window opposite. I saw some legs moving under the blind and I knew that Batman had fallen for it. I quickly pointed at the window. "Sir, I swear I just saw movement in that room." The man looked at the window and squinted his eyes behind his sunglasses.
"Are you sure, ma'am?" He asked suspiciously. I nodded fervently and pointed again to the window. The timer would go off any second and then Joker and the men we hired would fire.
"Stand by. Honour guard." I heard a man say loudly on the street. The part was coming up. I nearly grinned to myself. Instead I squirmed, making it look like I wanted a better look. "Attention. Port arms." The guns were raised, "Ready! Aim! Fire!" They shot into the sky. "Ready! Aim!" The blind snapped up and a man who was too far away for me to identify was standing looking in the binoculars. The gunman beside me shot the figure immediately, as did all of the other men. The general started again with his routine. "Ready! Aim!" Just before he could say 'Fire!', all of the men on the ground turned and shot at the Mayor. A man who I recognised as Detective Gordon leaped in front of him, getting shot in the process. I felt no concern for it and watched as our men ran about. One man, the man with the tag saying 'Rachel Dawes', was caught and shot in the leg. He was loaded into a van. I disappeared from the window and ran down the stairs.

The car we used for the party was waiting and quickly glanced inside to see the driver was Joker, his face still bare but his hat was off. He winked and I grinned, getting into the back. "So, what's next, Mr Joker?" He grinned at me in the mirror.
"Sooner or later, our lovely pal Harvey Dent is going to cave. He'll end up claiming that he is the Batman." I tilted my head.
"Do you not think so?" His eyes flickered to mine again.
"I'm waiting for his confession."

"Oh come on, let me come! Just this once!" I whined, grabbing onto Joker's waist as he got up from his seat. He rolled his eyes and looked down at me. "No means no, Solace. You've gotta take some responsibility every now and then." I groaned dramatically.
"I don't wanna! Come on, this'll be really fun!" I begged, staring at him with puppy eyes. He watched me intensely and sighed.
"Fine. But if you die, I'm not gonna be happy." I grinned, deciding to turn it into a game.
"Oh? And what would you be if I died? If you're not happy, what would you be?" I asked curiously. He pursed his lips and then licked them.
"I would be… very unhappy." He replied after mulling over his thoughts. I raised an eyebrow.
"Is that it? Unhappy? Come on, you can do better than that." I taunted.
"What would you want? You want me to jump off of a building or something like that?" I slowly began to smile widely and then put a finger to my mouth, as though thinking. "Now there's an idea…"
"Oh, please, God, no…" I burst out laughing and then loosened my grip on Joker's waist, just realizing that I had still been clutching it. "We're heading out now, by the way." I nodded and pulled my shoes on since I had dumped them in front of me when I flopped on the couch.

"Hello, sir. Would you mind terribly if my friend and I got a lift from you?" I asked the old man politely. I had the mask off, makeup on, and Joker was standing with his head down behind me. The old man was driving a large truck and that was precisely what we needed. His tipped his hat and nodded, opening the door on the other side. I thanked him and led Joker to the other side by his hand since he couldn't look up just yet. I stepped in and frowned. Only one seat; this could be a problem. I looked back at Joker and he winked at me since I was now obscuring the view of the old man. I looked back at the man. "Oh, there was one thing I forgot to mention." I said and whipped my knife to his neck. He flinched but his face remained indifferent. "This is a high-jacking. You've got The Joker and The Actor in your truck right now. You'd better do everything we tell you or… well, let's not get into the details." He nodded and gulped, betraying his true emotions. I smiled at Joker and he winked again, hopping in after me. I didn't sit down; I would just perch myself on Joker. He wouldn't mind… He sat immediately and rather than me sitting of my own accord, he yanked me down onto his lap and passed me a shotgun. "Nice." I commented as I inspected it. I put my mask on quickly and it wasn't long before we were stopped in traffic.

The truck horn blared as though it was demanding attention. A police officer walked around the front of the truck. I looked at the old man. "Your time to shine." I said with a smirk. He looked back out of the window and police officer knocked on the window. "Hey, you wait like everybody else, pal." I cocked the shotgun quickly and reached forwards, blowing the officer's face off. I slowly pulled back and cocked the gun again and sat back into Joker's lap. "Very nice." Joker purred in my ear. I smirked and I nodded at the old man. "You did burn that truck, right?" I asked Joker. He nodded and put a pistol into my pocket.
"Just in case, dollface." And then he cackled because of his rhyme. I chuckled and leaned back a little. I nodded at the old man beside me again and he drove off, heading for Lower Fifth. Joker held something out in front of me and I saw it was a walkie talkie. "For signalling the others?" I asked as I took it from him. He nodded again and I turned it on. "Lower Fifth, I repeat, Lower Fifth." I said into the device.
"Got it." A voice I didn't recognise replied and the signal cut.
"So, that'll be the garbage truck who'll get hit a few police cars or something like that and then we'll pop out of the ground and bust one of them into the river. Right?" I recited from our plotting beforehand.
"This is going to be fun." Joker said and I saw his grin in the mirror again. We were now on Lower Fifth and I noticed that up ahead, the group of SWAT vans were driving down quickly. "Now!" I shouted at the old man and he accelerated, smashing one of the vans into the river, just like we planned. I whooped in excitement and grabbed the dashboard so as not to get tossed around too much. "Time to get in the back." Joker said and pulled me back into the cab. We had already stationed men in there with guns needed for the assault. We had also spray-painted an S on the side of van in front of 'laughter'. "Say hello to the cops, boys." I shouted as I pulled the side back. I grabbed onto a rung that enabled me to stand without falling out of the vehicle.

I stood beside Joker and used my FMG that was stored in a box in the back. I shot at the van in the front, now that we had pulverised the first. My ammo ran out and it seemed that Joker's had as well. I held my hand out for another gun since I couldn't be bothered to reload. I looked back at the thug in a clown mask. "Dude, get me a gun!" I shouted over the noise. I heard the thug scoff.
"Or what? I take orders from the clown, not some insecure teen." He sneered. I narrowed my eyes and kicked him in balls. He groaned in pain.
"Or I aim the kick to your face next time, making you fall out of the truck, smashing your pretty little brains all over the tarmac. NOW GET ME A FUCKING GUN!" He nodded and handed me a shotgun.
"Now that's more like it." I said with a grin.
"She's sexy when she's angry, isn't she?" I rolled my eyes at the Joker as I took aim.
"You said that at the Mobster's meeting too." I winked at him and shot at the van again. Joker's gun ran out again and he nodded at the man beside him. The man handed him a giant of a gun, a missile launcher of some sort. This was just the sort of thing needed to get through an armoured truck like that. He fired it and it blew the back of a police car. "Now that's what I'm talking about." I murmured, obviously getting a high off everything. One of the men handed Joker another missile and he reloaded it quickly. He then shot the police car again and this time, the car went flying and twisted around. I screamed in delight but it didn't last for long. A loud revving engine cut off my joy and Joker and I peered out of the side. Batman's car was heading straight towards us, like a heavily armoured bullet.

The SWAT van just missed the car and instead, it hit the garbage truck on our side. I rolled my eyes. Joker merely said "Hmm." And then began reloading his guns again. That had confirmed it. Harvey Dent was not Batman. He had us fooled for a little while after his little confession at the conference but now the truth was out. Batman was still out to get us and Dent was supposedly innocent. The SWAT van began to accelerate away and I screamed at the driver to step on it. The truck shot forwards and I fell backwards a little. Adrenaline pumping through my system, I watched as Joker got another missile. We ended up driving just ahead of the SWAT van and I could now see the terror in the driver's eyes. I laughed and shot a few pistol rounds at the glass, shooting the shoulder of the guy next to the driver. Just as Joker was about to shoot the van, the truck went over some sort of bump and we jolted, Joker falling awkwardly on me. "Ouch, yeah, I like you and stuff, Joker, but this was a little fast." I joked. He cackled and managed to sit up, pulling me up too. He once again aimed very carefully at the van, waiting for the opportune moment. Unfortunately, the opportune moment was ruined because Batman thought it would be a bright idea to jump over the car and his car took the hit instead. We went through a wall or two and the Batmobile and the SWAT van disappeared from view for a few moments. "Ow…" I whimpered as I felt something sticking into my shoulder. I looked at it to find my own knife, that I always kept in my sleeve, had fallen out in the excitement and was lying on the floor when I fell on it. It decided that now would be the best time to stab me through the shoulder.

I sat up as we came to a stop; the driver hadn't survived the impact and died. Prodding a knife in your shoulder isn't the best thing to do, I can tell you that. "Everyone okay?" I asked as I tried to ignore the blade protruding from my shoulder. I got a few grunts and Joker turned around with the widest grin possible. "I found that simply invigorating." He said and then his eyes set on the blade in my shoulder. He grunted as he moved closer, moving my body this way and that to get a better look at the damage. He whistled lowly. "That's gonna hurt in the morning."
"Ugh, that's usually the worst part as well." I groaned and grabbed the dagger. I tried to rip it out but my muscles seemed intent on screaming at me to stop. "Fucking muscles…" I grumbled quietly and finally managed to move the knife a little. "That's going to hurt a lot." Joker said with a little smile though I could see the blatant concern in his eyes.
"Ha, you're telling me." And with that, I ripped the knife out. And let me tell you now, it hurt like a bitch.

Hehe, I like the last line. So, how's that? I've managed to do more with this story in just two days! Holy crap! I'm on a roll! So, as soon as this is completed, I'm going to continue with my Sherlock fic, then after that the Infinite Probability. I'm working on an ALTAIR/OBLIVION one as well! :D Hope you liked it! Cheers folks.
Luna