Disclaimer: The Dark Knight, Batman & The Joker are sadly not mine. *crie*
Warnings/Spoilers: Short drabbles are ah...short. Also, no sex. Sorry. =(
Beta: Me, Myself & I
A/N: A short little something, something that I wrote one night a few nights ago when I was sick and couldn't sleep. Possibly the first in a series.
I know it's dreadfully short, but reviews are love and makes the world go round, so please if you liked, let me know.
Snapshot - Rooftop
He stands, his back turned slightly towards me. His shoulders hunched. His arms wrapped across his chest. His mouth, not the scarred, twisted one, but his real one - soft, full red lips, are curved gently downwards in a pensively melancholy frown. His brows, hidden in shadows are drawn inwards. The black caverns of his eyes caving in upon themselves.
Gently his form sways. Shifting from foot to foot. A tuneless song is hummed, filling the air as he stares with unseeing, yet all knowing eyes out upon the lights of Gotham's dark night. Peering into and judging its soul.
Slowly those dead eyes close. Black lashes fluttering against black cheeks. The wind picks up, catching and playing with the fabric of his purple coat. His lips, ever downward, curve slightly as the fabric rustles against him. His head tilts back and he breathes deeply. He turns. Ever so slightly. Slowly, slowly those dark lashes flutter. Begin to rise.
Dead eyes, once filled with an empty sort of sadness, smolder into life. The city, now at his back, bursts into fire, the flames reflecting chaos in his eyes as he says my name.
He steps forwards.
And so do I.