Disclaimer: I own no Batman characters.
A short poem, in the Jokers pov. Explaining a love between him and Crane.
I looked at your heart.
It was a sour tart.
You peeked in my soul.
I'm sorry it's so cold.
I looked in your eyes.
Hiding those little spies.
You looked at my scars.
Me and you were behind cold bars.
You had your Crow.
Whom I didn't know.
I had my past.
It was gone in a flash.
How I got my grin.
It was a ghoulish sin.
How you got your mind.
Anything but kind.
How I got my laugh.
It came from my past.
How you got your name.
Doctor. Jonathan Crane.
How you got your alter ego.
Doctor. Scarecrow.
How I became the harlequin of hate.
I think it was simply fate.
How you became the master of fear.
Built over many painful years.