The dinky little clown car was obviously no match for the high-powered machinery that was the batmobile, but navigating Amusement Mile was not going to be a walk in the park with all of Joker's hidden booby traps. Bruce wasn't keen on surprises and the psycho needed to be outwitted. If there was only one thing ever predictable about the Joker, it was his unpredictability, which meant an absolute love of everything chaotic and sheer anarchism. They needed to be out of his territory. It promised to be nothing but a land mine waiting to explode. He had to take the madman out of his play field but that didn't mean endangering the people of Gotham by bringing him out into the streets either. That left only one option...
Batman sped up and sure enough the Joker's suped-up bumper car trotted right along, tail-gating him, sprouting the barrel of a rapidfire machine gun between the grotesque teeth of the smiling clown painted on the surface of the car. Though the bullets bounced off the reinforced exterior of the batmobile (as they always did when Joker and his goons preceded to fire at it) he continued on laughing, singing and enjoying the loud ear-splitting sounds of the firearms. Without even glancing of to the side but removing his left hand from the wheel, Bruce cocked back a lever, pushed a button with his gloved thumb and forced it forward with a gesture that told how well he knew the vehicle. Thick white smoke emitted from the back of the batmobile, creating a heavy lingering fog in the wake of its progress, blinding the little clown car and masking his progress. He suddenly veered to the right, sharply. Pressing hard on the break, turning off just before the peer over-looking the abandoned port. If Joker continued as planned, he'd find himself and his clown car in the middle of Gotham Harbor.