You were Gotham’s protector. Batman. And you had been fighting the Joker for about half an hours. The both of you were bloodied up, bruised and beaten.

Joker approached you with a huge smirk on his face. “You can beat me half to death! But I’ll still la…” He was slurring his words and you noticed his body start to relax.

“…laugh at you….damn…” he mumbled right before he leaned down. His head laid against your chest as he closed his eyes, still standing up. He seemed exhausted.