We were skidding along the streets, tyres screaming as we dodged cars and turned streets without slowing down. As we approached the centre of town the number of cars dwindled until there were none, just a huge radius of deserted roads and buildings. In the distance we could hear heavy gunfire, a continuous stream of noise. The Joker slammed on the brakes and spun the wheel, sending the car sliding into the pathway, inches away from a huge glass building. I paused to catch my breath before kicking open the door on my side and climbing out, the Joker right behind me, his door obstructed by the building. I glanced up at it and shielded my eyes from the sun glinting off the windows.

The Joker went around to the back of the car and opened the boot, revealing machine guns, rifles, shotguns and grenades. He lifted the machine gun and slung it over his shoulder, then grabbed a handful of grenades and tucked them into the inside of his jacket.

"Come on J! We're missing the show!" He turned and passed me a shotgun into my waiting arms.

"This way" We stalked through the streets, gunfire coming from every street, every corner. I readied myself, shotgun jammed against my shoulder, eyes squinting in concentration. I wasn't going to die today. We turned another street, peering around the building to see men in black running across the streets, firing into the distance. 

"Are they are our guys?" I shouted above the gunfire. The Joker shook his head, and I smiled wickedly.

"Then they're so dead." I spun and got down on one knee, facing the men in black. They had their backs to me, and I smiled as I pulled my finger back on the trigger of the shotgun. The bullet tore through the air and through one of the guys, tearing a hole in the middle of his back. Ooh, I was bad. The recoil hit my shoulder hard, and I braced myself for the second shot. Aim, this time at the head, and shoot. I whooped with joy as I hit him, right through the head, blasting his head off into tiny pieces. I looked to the Joker, tongue out, challenging him.

He breathed out, and then came around the corner of the street to face the others, who had discovered our arrival. I watched as he held the trigger, sending bullets everywhere. Windows cracked, men screamed and choked on their blood, and I laughed. There was a brilliance to this; holding the lives of so many in your hands. I had never had this. I had wasted so much time trying to help the people I should have joined. 

They were all dead. Well, the men on that street anyway. I skipped down the road to the bodies and kneeled down next to one. The concrete was stained with blood, and the man's body was riddled with bullets. I held out a finger, dipped it into the blood on the concrete and licked it. It was metallic, tangy. Strange but thrilling. I grinned at the Joker, he grinned back. We were insane. Really, truly insane. 

I got up again, lifting my gun to my shoulder. I raised an eyebrow and smiled. 

"That was too easy, J." He laughed up to the sky, firing shots up at the clouds.

"Well then, let's go to round 2."

I walked on cracked glass, blood, past bodies; both the Jokers and the police's.

"Why are they so mad this time? Don't you always go doing bad stuff?"

"We didn't just kill any police officers. We killed the head of police's son. Imagine! That had to hurt." A laugh escaped my lips. We were walking to the side of another street now. Bernard st. The ground was littered, abandoned hot dog stands splayed on their sides, hot dogs and bread spilled into the gutter. 

More gunfire. Dark blue uniforms. We ducked into an alleyway and shot blindly down the street. Down they went. A bullet passed by my head, scraping past the side of my head. I felt a split second of pain, then the adrenaline took over. Blood was making it's way down the side of my face, and I shot a look at the Joker. He was looking at me, his lips curled into a snarl. At me? That question was answered as he sauntered onto the street and started shooting left to right. Oh, when he was mad, he was mad. 

His girl was just shot, and that meant hell for the police. I screamed with laughter, and came out into the open as well. The Jokers henchmen were behind us, shooting down the street as well. The gunfire stopped from the other side. We stopped as well. Only the Joker continued. He hit the engine of a deserted car and it blew up, a show of flames in the air. I squealed and jumped up into the air. 

Maybe I wasn't looking. Maybe it was because I was too happy. Maybe I thought I was invincible. But the next thing I knew, I heard a ripple through my body, from my stomach to my ears. My heart beat faster, and I looked down to see blood pouring down me, down my stomach, down my legs, onto the concrete. I started to scream, but the sound was so detached. There was too much blood, too much of my blood. I felt my throat closeup, and I looked up at the sky as I fell. It was so pretty. So pretty.