Author's note: im new to fanfiction and this is my first one-shot. reviews are welcome!
The Joker.
It always ended with the Joker. Gotham's worst nightmare was my love; the Clown Prince of Crime. I hated him so much it burned into love. He twisted my mind, turned it against my will and I loved it. He cared about me. No one had until I walked into my office with him tied in a straightjacket as my patient. I was supposed to heal him. But, in his own sick way, I guess he healed me.
I loved him even when he yelled at me. We could have been perfect, me and Joker. Until his only love became Batman. Batman this, and Batman that. I helped him in hopes that he would get over it. He never did. It only became worse.
Eventually, we had an argument. He tied me up and Batman burst in. He smiled wide while they fought. I was tied up from our argument; helpless to do anything except watch in horror.
Now I stand here at his grave. I grieve as Gotham celebrates. I cry as others kiss their lovers. I lay his card upon his grave and weep over our sick love.
