I spend my life always walking in the shadows Scared, alone, locked away inside my castle
And when you love something, they say set it free If it don't come back, it wasn't meant to be
I destroy everything I touch Even things I love too much
-"Incomplete and All Alone" by Blood on the Dance Floor
Not a single word was spoken between them that day.
Then again, no words were needed.
He'd kept him at the Manor for a good amount of time, hoping to cure him. Hoping to help, but it had ended like it never even happened...
After about 3 or so weeks in the Manor, he slowly began to seem saner and saner. Soon, the owner of said Manor thought it would be better to take down the defenses around it, giving the "guest" a choice, and not making him feel like a caged animal. He knew that he would probably leave once he figured out he was allowed to, but maybe he could change his mind...
It had ended up with them alone in a room, sitting on a couch together. An exchange of glances, the only sound in the room was the quiet voice of the TV. Soon, the tension was released and kisses were shared, soft and caring at first, soon becoming more rough and hungry. Slowly it turned to more, into beautiful, passionate, love-making.
But when it was all over, he quickly dressed and went running back to him, without even a glance back.
Harvey just went running right back to the Joker...
Bruce slammed his fist against the wall, cracking it, feeling angry and empty and oh so stupid.
But he couldn't blame anybody. He couldn't blame Harvey, because his sweet DA had been tainted by the Clown Prince of Crime. He couldn't blame himself, he HAD given the burned man a choice... But he could blame Joker. Joker was the cause of all this. But what does it matter? The green-haired villain doesn't care, as long as Harvey was his and 'Batsy''s life was a living Hell.
Bruce wanted to cry, to break down and cower to the floor.
But he couldn't. Because, somewhere deep inside of him, he knew that it wasn't the blonde, caring, rebellious District Attorney that he'd lost. No, he's lost that poor man long ago.
What he had just lost, was, well, the shell of him, with the soul of the monster he'd helped to create.
Guess he could blame himself...