It started to snow as they fought,
Batman didn't notice. Joker did.

He picked jester up and threw him across the road.
Joker was too cold to laugh, his teeth chattering, his lips purple.

Batman didn't see. He came up to Joker and smacked him in the shoulder.

The clown groaned, and looked at the bat.

"Please..don't..too..cold..." He whimpered, shaking in the snow.

Batman looked over the Joker, he was thin, and shaking.

The bat stepped forward, reached out and helped Joker up.

"Ugh..." He sighed and lost consciousness, collapsing on the thick layer of snow.

Batman grabbed the clown's arm and then his leg.
After a bit of shifting, he managed to pick up Joker bridle style.

The jester mumbled something inaudible and snuggled his head on his hero's shoulder.

Batman sighed, the sight of Joker like this made him wish that things were different...

He made his way home with a drenched and soggy, but safe clown in his arms.