So Let's Be Enemies

I do not own this fanmix, nor do I own the songs, I'm just borrowing them to make (what I hope to be) an enjoyable fic. I do not own the Batman characters, but I do own any OC's…

Yes, this is going to be like my 'CBL…' fic.

I apologize for the long wait ending up in such a short chapter… But this gives you some insight into Joker's thoughts. And having been stuck trying to make this longer for months, I decided to just give it to you, hopefully to add to it later.

Chapter Two should be a longer, more normal chapter.

Chapter One

"Cities of Night"


The first time I saw you I was a newborn, unable to reach my full potential. I know you were too, toddling along unsteadily as you were, alone and plagued by ghosts: ghosts of your creation. They haunt with hands like ice, grabbing and freezing painfully to your skin… Mine burn like Icarus' sun, melting the wings you so rely on to keep you afloat.

This strong façade you've managed to build, brick by agonizing brick… it is a thing of beauty. I can never be like you, for I cannot hide the truth as well as you do. But I can recognize it… I can recognize you for what you are. You're waiting for a true heart, one that provides foil to your own. But not this, no, never this. Over the top we both live, surviving only through truth and denial, seen and unseen, high and low.

Buildings explode in elegant orchestrated chorus, watch too closely and you'd go blind, such dangerous beauty- just like you. If I stare so long, you'll disappear from my eyes forever. But not now.

Have you seen what I have made? You made your beautiful little pretenses; I make my artistry in metal, cold steel and knives. Bullets, yes… but butterflies, ah. Break away from the surface and you will find the color of our combined efforts, burned hollows of ourselves as we hold the essence.

Will you live on, stuck acting the hero you're not, or give in to me and our desirous need? If you wait for perfection you'll die before you're young- but love never dies. No, not for two such as us. We are anger incarnate, but you know… it is a thin line between hate and love. We crossed it long ago…

Struggling to glow with brightness, our city succumbs to the darkness. We can watch this city crumble down; I'll hold you softly, whispering dark little nothings into your trembling lips. And you'll love me for it, I know you will.

But it's time to shine, time to head the headlines. Make your choice, needs or lies? What more can I ask of you? Not love, burning fire…