Secrets on my Walls
he didn't hide what was inside him mind. Most certainly, nothing that was painted over the walls made any sense. But he didn't hide it. The only things that made sense were the ugly deformed hearts littered sporadically over his cell, dripping red, but beautiful in his opinion. They represented Batman's heart. And he wanted to own them.
They were all over, like the pieces of Batman. And whenever he caught one, there always seemed to be one prettier one just out of his reach. He wanted to own every piece, and there was only one way to do that.
Either he caught all the hearts, or he eliminated every other piece until the only one left was the one he owned.
He was certain that if he showed batman the words and pictures and secrets on his wall, the dark crusader would understand them. They were alike, the both of them were the same. If the bat just put a smile on his face, they'd be twins. Batman understood. In fact, he had the feeling his darling Batsy already knew exactly what he wanted. It was all just a matter of time.
A matter of time until Batsy broke. A matter of time until Batsy wanted. A matter of time before Batsy got the joke. They were destined for each other. And that's all there was to that.
So let the others think he was insane. He wasn't. He just wanted his prize in the game he was playing. After all, the game would continue. For a very long time he suspected. It's not like he couldn't wait. Besides. There was this blank wall that he was just dying to fill up with hearts.
OWARI
I wanted to take a different a different, creepier approach to this drabble. Please review!