My Hero
I don't not own any of the character.
Short conversation between Joker and "Bruce Wayne"
I can't stand you. You've torn my already broken life to shreds. Sometimes I want nothing more than to tear your head from your shoulders. I have fantasies about killing you. And I'm ashamed, make no mistake. I want to kill you, but I don't. I want to save you, but I don't think I can. You're lost to me, I cannot figure you out, or what it is that you want. All you ever do is smile, you dare never show any emotion except the false happiness that radiate from your sickly pale face. Tell me, why is it you find happiness in murder? Dose it bring you peace? Dose it numb you? Damn it, talk to me! I refuse to wear the damned suit just to have a conversation with you! Why are you laughing?! Shut up! Fuck!
My little bat. It hurts to know you hate me. Hell, I already knew, it just hurts hearing it fall from your lips. Why do I kill, you ask? I don't know. It's not like I kill people without cause. They live out there usefulness, mostly.
Say something you sick bastard! I swear, this time I mean it! I'll do it! Fucking talk to me!
I only talk to the Batman. Bruce Wayne means nothing to me.
What, do you really want me to put on the suit? Batman is the fake side of me! I'm Bruce Wayne! Batman was an escape, and I don't need him any more! HE'S. NOT. REAL.
He's real to me.
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I don't think you understand, Bruce. Batman is my hero.
Have you the mind of a child? Can you not distinguish the difference in fantasy and reality? He's not real. Not anymore. I won't indulge you.
Funny. It's almost like he can hear my thoughts.
Thoughts? You've been talking aloud.
Have I really? All this time? goodness me, I'm farther gone than I thought.
I have to go. See you in the morning.
I love you.