My hands position themselves along the outline of his tattered facial skin. I can't help but admire his raven like green eyes that were fixed on my own violet eyes. His facial skin had been slowly rotting but I had easily ignored it, not focused on his stench but his eyes. Those magnificent, mesmerizing eyes. I had loved staring at them, a bit curious to know what emotions he hid behind them… but they were well hidden.
I felt his hand fix itself on my wrist, stopping me from outlining his skin anymore, and he shoved my hand to my side forcefully. I felt his fingers intertwine with my own and he grips my hand tightly. It was a lovely feeling indeed.
He had leaned forward slightly, his forehead colliding with my own gently and I cringed a bit as I felt a brush of his soft pink flesh. His messy green hair dangled in my eyes and reluctantly I closed them, drawing in a sharp breath.
One of his hands had been planted on my hip, the other still mixed with his own and his hot breath blew onto my face as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Care to dance?" He questioned through gritted teeth, almost coming out in a joyful hiss.
I was hesitant but knew either way he would get this dance. Forcefully or not, I didn't think too much into it. "O-of course." I stutter.
He tugged me close to him, guiding me violently through the steps and I tried to keep up, almost stepping on his foot as I tried to keep at pace.
"Are you not enjoying this?" He questions with pleasure, a soft cat like purr arising in his throat.
I struggle to answer as I trip over my own foot, falling in his direction. I had reached out for his assistance but he had easily sidestepped away from me, watching with his hands behind his back as I tumbled to the floor.
Pain entered my face and The Joker's twisted laughter filled the quiet cave the two of us were in.
He was laughing at my mistakes. He was obviously making fun of me in his own way.
I grew embarrassed as I stagger to my feet, wiping away blood that dripped from my nose with the back of my hand, eyes designated to the floor as I was ashamed to even glance at him.
"Hey kiddo, we're not done yet."
Unexpectedly he hauled me over to him, starting the dance all over again.
This time I had been able to manage to stay on my feet rather than absent mindlessly falling over again, and I found the right pace of the dance to keep up with the clown.
I was able to now stare at his features, observing the pink flesh on his forehead and the rubber bands that held his smile. Other Gotham citizens found him terrifying and would scramble away from his sights but I found him different… and I liked different.
My dance with the clown prince of crime slowly came to a halt as Joker slowed his pace, standing still as he held my hands roughly, hauling me over to his body as he drew his head forward, his red lips brushing against mine.
It was an odd feeling at first, but I quickly had gotten over it as he slipped his tongue onto my rosy red lips, flicking around in my mouth until he pulled away. His saliva was dangling around on my mouth and I wiped it away, looking at him.
He might have been insane, homicidal, a murderer, and so on… but I enjoyed him, and he had to have enjoyed me since after all, I was still breathing.
