Joker sat, his back against the wall as he watched Gotham burn. Beside him was a beaten Batman, broken like a dog with all it's teeth removed. His costume shined faintly red as dried blood cought the fluttering light. His dark brown eyes watching hungrily as the flames enveloped all that he once loved. The Joker smiles and lays a loving hand on the bat's shoulder. "now you see. Now you understand the only way to live is without rules, without boundaries." The flames reflect in his acid green eyes as screams fill the air.
"you were right, so right." Batman responded, his voice a solemn monotone. He watches the flames that he once would have tried to put out, to contain. But his mind is broken like a useless toy a child has thrown away. He watches and turns his head slightly, as if thinking or listening to something far off, something above the screams. "So pretty." He says, quietly.
"Yes" the joker responds, petting Batman's head slowly as if he were a loyal dog, "yes."