My first attempt at some Dark Knight drabbles. I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while, so let's see ho wit turns out.
A Relationship
I hate the way I love him.
It's not so much the man I love. In fact, that's the part about him that I detest. I hate how his hands will always be covered in the blood of others and he doesn't have a qualm. He just keeps killing and destroying lives and never stops. You could threaten him with death and he wouldn't even flinch.
He would just laugh at your face and grin.
That's another thing I hate: The high uncontrollable laugh he gives off that sends shivers down your spine. Even when he's not laughing his eyes still sparkle with that gory glee.
He laughs at the most serious moments, and you forget that there's a face beneath all of that paint and rouge. You forget that he's a physical human being, because within that laugh he becomes so terrifying. He becomes more of a symbol than Batman ever could be.
I could go on and on about everything I detest about him. He licks his lips like a snake. I read once that snakes use their tongue to smell. They flick their tongue out every now and then in search for their prey. Then they creep up on the prey and attack faster than imaginable. Snakes eat their prey whole, a slow and most likely painful death.
If the snake doesn't poison you first.
Oh, but I digress. Like him.
But most of all, I hate his scars. It sickens me when he grins and shows those yellow teeth against those red marks. It makes me nearly hurl when he moves so close to my face, and I can smell gunpowder and gasoline and flint all about him. The way he moves his blade of choice against my bare skin, I feel so powerless, and so alone.
He always asks "You wanna know how I got these scars?" and you know he'll tell you anyway. He makes you look into those eyes, green eyes that might as well be black with malice. He conjures a story tailored to your lifestyle and personality, a story that would make you feel pity if it were anyone else.
If you're lucky, he'll let you live after the story.
If you have a guardian angel you'll get away without any scars on your face, but with plenty of memories burned into your mind.
And yet I'm drawn to him. The way he thinks may create an appearance of insanity, but it isn't. He scares and intrigues me because everything he says, no matter how horrible or sickening, it all has a grain of truth. I want to listen to him and hear how his mind works, but he scares me because of that very same reason. He can see through the lies and mirages that many of us cannot. He may just be one of the most intelligent men you will ever meet.
He is not crazy.
It's a shame that such intelligence is wasted upon such a personality.
So I love him and I hate him. I want to be closer to him, and when he is closer I want him away from me. It's as if I'm battling an addiction that harms but draws me in. He says things that are frighteningly true, and murders innocents without conviction.
I hate how I love him, and love how he hates me.
Fin
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