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Deadpool shrugged. "Maybe I do; maybe I don't. Maybe I really did go after the cheesy puffs... Or maybe I went after a few and then made better use of my time. You'll never know, because your boyfriend went out of his way to hurt my feelings. Bringing up ex-girlfriends-- just not kosher."

Joker took the shot in the shoulder, his torso whipping slightly, but beyond that, the blood pouring out of the wound, a slight eye twitch, and a smile that would've made the Cheshire Cat complain about how creepy it was, the clown gave no sign of actually having been shot.

"You don't have much of a choice, Deadpool... Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... You know what, though, Wade? You're right... that WAS bad form, me bringing up past tradgedies. Lord knows I have enough of them myself... It's one of the few things we truly have in common... Vanessa..." He aimed at Deadpool's head, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty.

"...My dead wife..." He pointed the gun at his own head, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty.

"...Siryn..." The gun pointed at Deadpool's head again. Trigger pull. Click. Empty.

"...My unborn child..." The gun was at his own head again. Trigger pull. Click. Empty.

"...Death..." The gun was pointed at Deadpool's head. Trigger pull. Click. Empty.

The smile spread across Joker's face turned from insanity to a strange calm as he aimed at his own head one last time. "...Life." Trigger pull. Click. Loaded.

***

The limp form of the Joker lay sprawled out on the sidewalk, a mess of blood and gore behind him.

Deadpool just stared. Was he... really... ? "Uh... That wasn't my fault, was it?"

Deadpool stared for another second or two, then crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Dumbass. Shooting me in the head wouldn't have done a damn THING. What kind of a game was that?" Unborn... He'd had a baby? A wife? He thought he had a wife and kid, the white boxes told him sternly, At that moment. You know how this works. ...Still, though.

"Well," Deadpool said after another minute, "The heroes are probably going to be back any minute, and I'm not interested in watching Bats guilt trip over not being here to save his archenemy. Maybe they'll even have a tragic montage." He shuddered. "Ugh. Montage. Anyway, see ya'round, Goss." He waved jauntily, and started walking off, absently whistling the Joker's theme from the 90's cartoon.

Deadpool glanced behind him, groaned, and walked back. "Come on, he'll be fine, he's the Joker, let's move," he told her. "If you want to try to treat him, do it somewhere else!"

After a while of hiding in the fire escape of a nearby alley, Gossamer sighed and looked back at the street where Joker lay. Nothing had happened yet. No heros, no cops, nothing. She shifted a bit in her perch and glanced away. Well this had been an interesting day. Why she was still hanging around she had no idea...waiting for the bug to show up? She felt like she needed hex the crap out of someone. She felt like she should do something else as well...why, she had no idea. But she did.
She took another quick look at the lifeless form on the ground, then at the building in front of her. Ah, screw it...
She lept onto the railing and kicked her way onto the side of the building where she again kicked herself forward and back onto the street. Nothing had happened, so there was a chance nothing was going to happen. And if someone did show up...well they'd be the ones out of luck this time. If she could bring Joker back, maybe she could just get information on the bat that apparently had tried to split her brain in half with all that crap he pulled.
...that just sounded like an excuse, didn't it?

Eyes glowing, she began mumbling something to herself that may have been a chant of some kind. Her hands slowly began to glow the same color as her eyes, and she paused as she reached the Joker, standing beside him. A few seconds later, Joker began to glow as well.