So, for this imagine, I am taking our lovely Arthur/Joker back to the American West, making the killer clown an infamous gunslinger. I have always had an interest in that period in American history, and love the old stories of, among others, Billy the Kid, Jessie James and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, and thought that I would make my very own outlaw that could rival the greats. I have used as influence the movie "The Quick and the Dead" as I really like the film, but as always I put my own twist on the story.😄 I know I'm making Thomas Wayne a bad guy again, but he just seems like the perfect choice for this imagine, so I hope that you will just go with the flow. 😁 Please enjoy.

It there was one place worse than Deadwood and Tombstone in the West, it was Gotham. Built by the money of a few rich families, on the back of the poor who were trying to make themselves a new life in a new country, it was dark and dangerous, the cemetery that was on a hill, high above the town, receiving more than its fair share of new occupants every day, many of whom had died by the disease of the west, lead poisoning from the bullets that riddled their bodies.

One family was now in charge of the town, and at its head was Thomas Wayne, mayor and judge of Gotham, a man that knew what he wanted and how to get it.

The judge sat in his rocky chair on the porch of his large home, puffing on the pipe in his mouth, watching as the residents of his town made their way about their everyday business. This was his world, and his world was ruled with an iron fist and a group of men that were loyal to him and were more than handy with a rifle if anyone dared question Thomas Wayne's vice like grip on the town.

But there was one person that had dared question the judge's authority, one man that had briefly been able to raise the masses from under the heel of Wayne's boot, and that was a man called Arthur Fleck.

Fleck had been a simple farm hand on a ranch not far from Gotham, only usually making his way into the town when fresh supplies were needed. He was one of those men that seemed to disappear into the background, a man that if it hadn't been for a strange affliction that made him laugh at the worst times and at the worst people, then no one would probably have paid him any attention; but unfortunately for him, he had become the butt of many a joke and abuse from Wayne's men, and it was this that seemed to have led to the usual quite, shy and apprehensive Fleck becoming one of the most notorious killers in the township as well as the territory.

Because of him, a lot of the town had been burnt to ashes, the townsfolk briefly joining him in the rebellion, cheering as the man that was now known as Joker, after the playing card he always carried with him in his waistcoat pocket, stood on top of a stagecoach basking in the glow of the burning town.

Much to the judge's chagrin, Fleck had been able to escape his long arm, fleeing off into the territory, hiding out god only knew where; but that was until now, and now that Wayne knew where he was, he had every intention of making the outlaw pay.

Wayne had grown bored recently, feeling the need for a little excitement in his life, and his latest scheme also gave him a way of getting his own back on the man that had made him look small and weak, the man that had dared challenge his authority.

Over the last few weeks, riders had been sent out with invitations to the most deadly gunslingers and bounty hunters the west had to offer for them to attend a great competition, a competition that would prove once and for all which one of them was the best, an invitation that Wayne knew not one of them could refuse, and given the fact that the town was now full of some very dubious characters, he knew that he was right.

But as he sat, a great plume of smoke surrounding him as puffed incessantly on the large black pipe, he was becoming agitated. Despite all those that had already arrived for the competition, there were two still to come, two without whom the competition would not fulfill the judge's vengeful desires.

The first was a half Cherokee bounty hunter that the tribe called Onacona, or White Owl, the name given to her by her mother's people as they believed that the woman could hunt her quarry even in the dark. To everyone else that unlucky enough to be on the business end of her Colt single action revolver, she was simply known as (Y/n).

Wayne had hired the bounty hunter some time ago to go into the vast expanses of the plains to locate and bring back Joker, the man who was the last person he was waiting for. This whole competition had been concocted to allow Wayne to have Joker killed in the most entertaining way possible, that and it would allow the judge to keep his hands clean, despite Wayne knowing that he would take great delight in killing the outlaw himself.

"Judge. Look." A large man armed with a Winchester rifle said, leaning over his boss as the judge was shaken from his thoughts, his eyes focusing on a figure on horseback that had just appeared at the other end of the main street.

"Ah, just the lady that I have been waiting for. Now things should get interesting." Wayne chuckled, as he stood from the chair, smiling broadly as he saw a figure being dragged behind the horse, obviously tied by the hands.

Wayne watched as the figure drew closer. The beautiful woman that sat atop the large black horse was always a sight to behold, and her exquisite looks belied her danger. She was as quick and deadly as anyone that the judge had ever heard of, even rivalling the most infamous gunslingers and outlaws of their time, and it was this mixture of perfection and peril, that had caught Wayne's eye, the older man having propositioned the much younger woman on more than one occasion.

"Afternoon judge." (Y/n) said, nodding her head at the man that had walked down the stairs from his porch and was now helping her from her mount.

"I believe that I've found what you wanted." The bounty hunter told him, moving past Wayne to the back of her horse, so that she could release her captive, dragging him around and throwing him to the floor, the man letting out an eerie laugh as he looked up at the pair.

"Nice to see you again Fleck. Now the competition can begin."