A/N: Hey, guys. So this is my introduction to Arkham Asylum/Batman fanfiction, inspired by the lovely Miss Kay, whom I am extremely taken with, who also happens to royally kick my ass in writing. KayMoon24 is her name. Go shower her with reviews and love. This was quick and rough, so please give it all the constructive criticism it deserves. I want you guys to rip it apart. On another note, it's definitely not canon, just my interpretation of the ever-mysterious Joker's twisted childhood. So please, read and review! :)
The knife in his hand is ragged and thin, swimming with blood. His hands work in a flurry of motions, swiping across the tender flesh.
Hush my darling don't you cry-
She's yelling something he can't hear. Time is slowing. He doesn't want to know.
I'm going to sing you a lullaby-
The sun's glint on the silver is playing with his vision, creating patterns on her face, obscuring her eyes. He doesn't want to see her eyes. Eyes that are so much like his.
Though I'm far away it seems-
"Just-please-Jack, honey-stop-" she gargles, thick, scarlet spit foaming at her lips.
I'll be with you in your dreams.
"Shh, Ma. I want to play my game," he chuckles, not taking his eyes off the masterpiece of her mangled body.
Hush my darling, don't say a word-
The knife smiles at him as he continues to paint her cold lips crimson with her own blood.
I'm going to send you a wondrous bird-
He smiles back.
When you hear her lovely trill-
He smiles because it takes all he has not to cry.
Know I love you and I always will.