The images flashed over the Joker's face. He was all I noticed. The shining of his ear piercing, the crinkles at the side of his smile, his blue, blue eyes reflecting all the colours on the screen. I felt like someone was pushing down on my chest, so that I couldn't fill my lungs with air. He was hooked to the screen, whether he was really watching I didn't know. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. He was so beautiful. I stayed like that, watching him, watching the flicker of light over his bleached skin, until the credits rolled. The whole experience was slightly daunting. You didn't know if he was going to push you off, hit you, kiss you, love you, hate you.

 The movie theatres lights went up, and I nestled my chin into his collarbone.

"Did you like it?" I whispered, looking up at him.

He smiled widely, stretching his red lips. "Yes, it was an enjoyable movie. It was too scared though. Movie directors are always too afraid to go crazy in movies." 

I kissed the side of his lips."Come on, let's get the hell outta here." There had been no sudden entry by the police, no sudden gunshots through the door, no bombs thrown in. The Gotham police knew that wherever the Joker was, his henchmen were, and if they were there then the Joker would never be caught. There would just be a lot of slaughter. The outcome wasn't worth the risk. 

I stood and followed the Joker down the aisle, gliding the tips of my fingers along the top of the seats. I turned back as we left the cinema and smiled to myself. Here I would leave a beautiful memory. I turned back and exited, shutting the door gently.

We walked back along the corridor, down the stairs and through the broken glass. The man had ran as soon as the movie started, just as the Joker had said. 

The day had turned warm in our absence. We got into the car, the leather inside glazed with a sticky hotness. As the Joker revved up the engine I glanced at the time on the radio. The numbers glowed blue; 10:14.

"We have a mission, Harley." He crooned, turning his head to look at me with his piercing, searching eyes. 

My face lit up. "Where?!" 

He turned back and ran his tongue along his teeth, staring into the distance through the front window of the car.  "There's a shootout going on near the centre of town. My little chess pieces against the police's little chess pieces."

"Why? Because of us going to the cinema?" My heart beat fast. I didn't want his people to die because of me. 

"No. We killed a few policemen a week ago when they raided ACE chemicals. We didn't start it, they did," He looked over at me and smiled gleefully, as if about to deliver the punchline of a joke, "but they're still angry."

"Oh." I looked down for a moment, then up and couldn't help smiling at his ridiculous, crazy smile. "Well then let's go help. I don't have my bat!" I couldn't imagine trying to punch the police with guns. I would be dead within seconds. 

"Have my pistol." He pulled it out of the side of his jacket and handed it to me. I felt its cool touch and wondered how many times he had held it, how many times he had pulled the trigger and on how many people. I lifted the corners of my lips into a smile,

"Thanks. Well then, let's go kick some ass."

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