Joker held his hand over your blood gushing abdomen, the rain praying down on his body as he leaned over you, protecting what he could of your body from the beating downpour. He cradled your head in his free hand, shaking his head in disbelief.

He couldn't have taken the shot meant for him when you came swooping in to tell him something. And dear lord, would he rain down on the men who harmed what was his like the Holy Spirit. He growled, yelling of a swear into the night breeze, his makeup melting off profusely.

He sighed deeply, looking back down at you. "It's gonna be okay, baby. It'll be fine." He uttered, kissing your forehead.