Title: Half & Whole
By: RogueCajun
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Dark Knight © Chris Nolan & Warner Brothers
Batman © DC
Summary: The Joker ponders on how he and the Batman complete each other. Slightly slashy.
A/n: It's PG for the pseudo-slash. I'm not sure how it got slashy but whatever. My first attempt at writing a fic with "Mista J."
Oh, I seemed to have picked up Scarecrow's habit of referring to Bats and "the Batman", sorry if that bothers you.
To the unsuspecting citizens of the squalid and dismal city the warehouse by the docks was silent and dark, like a mausoleum, a crypt where a happier and more prosperous time had been laid to rest. In reality, it was the headquarters for the most feared being in the entire city. No, not the Batman. More people feared him than the Batman, the caped rodent had morals and rules; it was hard to be truly terrified of a man who you know wouldn't kill you. But him-- everybody knew to fear him. He who would rather make you the unfortunate victim of his sadistic jokes. He who would kill you, or worse, if the mood struck him.
His footsteps reverberated against the concrete floor, hitting the ground--
Slap! Slap! Slap!
When he reached his oversized chair he flopped down onto the lush purple cushions dramatically with a loud 'Hmph' and began to reapply his lurid maquillage; the latest clash with the wingéd rat had smeared it, and he had to look his very best--well, his very worst-- when he made his televised threat to the pathetic, mewling and terrified masses. He ran his tongue over his teeth, counting them. Yep, they were all still there. It seemed the Batman hadn't knocked any out this go round. The coppery taste of blood still lingered in his mouth. He had barely escaped Gotham City's Dark Knight this time. Regrettably, a few of his henchmen hadn't-- but hey, muscle was cheap in this godforsaken town.
His only regret from this latest heist was that he hadn't been able to properly toy with his enemy. His only goal in this misbegotten life was to outwit and torture the Batman, likewise the Batman's one true mission was to protect the 'innocent inhabitants' of Gotham from the sinister plots of the "deranged psychopath". The Batman was a fun killer, but God help him, he truly liked the caped crusader…well, as much as a diabolical fiend could actually like his arch nemesis. Thwarting his plans was an art form and the Batman was undeniably an artist. Though he was predictable, like a painter who had found a style and motif that suited him, but an artist nonetheless. Foil his mad scheme, beat him senseless, and then toss him back in Arkham Asylum. It was a nearly flawless routine, it worked for them-- like a dance that had been choreographed specifically for them, to flaunt their individual talents and styles. He and the Batman it seemed, were destined to do this dance forever--two immortal souls locked in eternal combat until judgment day; each unable to kill the other and each only existing because of the other, so tangled up that the lines between them became blurry and it was impossible to tell which one came first-- like the age old question: "what came first, the chicken or the egg?"
To have one without the other would be absurd, they were two halves of a whole--like night and day, yin and yang, Lennon and McCartney; one as incorruptible as the other was devious. They were a perfect fit, a perfect match, perfectly balanced. Even if the Batman refused to believe it, he knew-- they were made for each other and meant to be together. He'd show him, he would make the Batman see it, they completed each other.
A/n: So, my friend wanted me to change the "Lennon & McCartney" part to "John & Yoko". I was like Grace, don't add to my accidental pseudo-slash.
Reviews are appreciated.