Author's Note: Yeah, so this is the first part of two chapters. I had this idea while playing Batman: Arkham City soon after discovering this awesome song that is currently my favorite. "Words As Weapons" by Seether. As you read, the impact that what the song is talking about you hits you, I felt that Batman and Joker had a similar, if not exact, meaning within their relationship. I do not own Batman, Joker, or Batman: Arkham... gaming series. Pairing: Joker and Batman. Doesn't have to though.
Title: Words as weapons (Batman POV)
I'm the Batman, right? I am the Dark Knight, yet you make me wonder who's truly in charge here. You're words confuse as well as terrify me. It's only later that I realize all that you say is true, yet you let yourself live a lie. Why? Why?! You're literally killing yourself, and I don't know why.
Why?
I feel the need to say something to you. I keep searching for the right words. I just need something beautiful to say - but I know you'll take every word and twist it up and throw it away, not before playing with it first, of course. Then you'll keep living in your own world, a world made of complete lies. You keep me guessing, and even though I'm the Batman, you make me terrified.
What you do to yourself only makes me wonder what you may do to me. It seems to me that you want to take everything that I own, including me. You're truly just a demon in disguise. You take what you can and leave me to police. I don't want to be terrified. I don't want to be abandoned or to fade away. I'm fading away. You're causing me to fade away. Why do you do this?
Why?
How can you just stand there, watching me struggle for my very life? How can you just stand there, smiling? Your grin is acid to my eyes, your eyes an ice stake to my heart. How do you have so much control over me? I am the Batman, right? I am the Batman. Yet you play me like a puppet.
You pull my strings with ease, moving an arm... a leg... until I am strolling into the palm of your hand. Then you will take everything I own. Leaving me nothing in this world. Everything except for you, of course. You're greedy and selfish. You harm others for your own enjoyment, you live off of their pain - whether they are innocent or not.
Why?
What could have happened to make you such a sadistic man? To harm others and get off just by hearing their screams of agony and pleads for death to come. You keep me guessing, Joker. Will I ever figure you out? Will anything I say change a thing? I really doubt that it will anymore. I am too late.
I've waited far too long to try and save your soul from this world and know you relish in the cruelty of it. You love it, as well as loathe it. You said so yourself. "It's a cruel world, Bats… that's why you just gotta have a laugh!"
Why?
Laughing is said to cure cancer, but that's just as false as the tricks up your sleeve. What does laughter cure, though? What do you have that laughter heals? I personally think that you are just an insane, twisted man and you keep me locked up in your broken mind.
I keep searching for a light in your eyes, but for all I know, that too has shattered along with yours and my soul. Slowly I feel myself being dragged over the edge and into the pit of insanity along with you the longer I know you. The longer you exist. You terrify me, and if I could just say one thing to drag you out, then I would without a second thought.