"There isn't much I wouldn't do for you. The stupider, the better." - Richelle Mead.
"It's either you or me, Bats. You do know there's no other way around it. You. Or. Me." The Clown Prince of Crime stressed. No laugh. No grin.
The Dark Knight tightened his grip, refusing to let go.
"If I didn't known you any better, I would've thought that you were into S and M." Joker chuckled, "You enjoy being tortured by me."
"You are sick." Batman growled, "And you don't know me."
"Oh, but I do, my darling, I do." Joker grinned, "Better than anyone."
"No." Batman whispered as he breathed heavily.
"Yes." The clown grinned, "It's an endless dance of me hurting you, and making you feel like crap. An unbroken loop because you can't kill me, and neither can I kill you. Your morals won't allow you, and my desires won't allow me. And believe me when I say, I will always find a way to hurt you."
The Dark Knight gritted his teeth, for as much as he refused to believe it, Joker was right. If he could kill the clown, he would have already done it. He gave him all the reasons in the world to do so; disabling Oracle by severing her spine, hitting Jason with a crowbar to death and many others, yet he never did it. So why would he do it now or ever?
As the pair of blue eyes stared at the green ones, they saw pain in them.
"I don't want to hurt you anymore, darling." Joker confessed, "And I can't do that if you won't let me go."
"Never." Batman growled as he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Batsy. This is my last gift to you." Joker apologized before taking out a pocketknife, and stabbing the Dark Knight's gloved hand.
"ARGH!" Batman cried in pain as he jerked his hand involuntarily, releasing the Joker from his grip. "NO!" He shouted with hands trying to reach out for the falling clown.
The Joker looked directly into Batman's eyes, and with an unusual sincere smile he said, "Farewell, my love."
Batman stared helplessly, as the Clown Prince of Crime uttered his final words and fell toward the endless, dark pit.
"No... Dame it!" Batman bit his lower lip in desperation.
Few seconds later, the Dark Knight stood up and was ready to leave, but his body was still in shock. He leaned onto a wall, propping his back as he slid down and sat on the rocky floor. He remained still for quite a while, trying to absorb what happened. He felt his breathing calming down, and his thoughts straightening out. When he finally regained as much as possible of his lost composure, he stood and walked toward the edge.
Looking down at the darkness, the Dark Knight's jaw shook in anger, and his hands were clutched in a fist as he shouted, "You selfish bastard! I thought you knew me better than anyone else! Then where in your twisted mind did you think that sacrificing yourself for me is any better than me killing you? I thought you said you didn't want to hurt me anymore! Then why? Why do I feel th-this...this..."
Batman couldn't complete his sentence as he felt a lump blocking his airway; he tried his best to breath, but the lump refused to leave.
The stubborn vigilante refused to given in, and forced one deep breathe before shouting at the top of his lungs, "WHY DO I FEEL THIS DAMN HOLE IN MY CHEST?"
The End
A/N: I would really love to see your reviews on this.