Green Eyes

Morbid thoughts ahead/Rambling Joker

I had always been a man of my word, since my father had said a man who didn't keep his word wasn't a man at all. He had told me that before I was married to Marsha Lesley... before he died, before the mob killed my whole family and my wife. Before I didn't care about anything but to destroy the mob, destroy Gotham. I wanted to see this pathetic little city burn to the ground at my feet. Everyone would pay for what had happened in this city, not just to me but to anyone who had lost their mind and life. Till I met him that is, batman...well he intrigued me, He was dark, but not in the same sense as I was. He was good, fighting the crime of the city. I had to wonder who he was, why he did the things he did. Why I felt a rush from fighting him, smart and strong, maybe very handsome...Why would he go out and fight when he knew he'd get hurt? I sighed then took a drag on the cigarette I was smoking, soon he'd come here to the warehouse I had all set up for him, I almost laughed at myself for smoking, The smoke drifted though my scars that were only partly healed. I had holes in them still.

"Joker!"

He was here; ready to play whatever game I was going to make him play. He froze when he saw the dead people, all were my crones but he didn't know that.

"JOKER!"

He was seething mad at the death I had caused.

"Aww did I make you mad?"

I stepped from the shadows taking another drag from the death stick as my mother called them. His eye's flicked to it as if I would throw it at him, not that it would do anything to him...though the gasoline... that would light to high heaven. I cackled at the thought. Maybe the fire would be fun?

"Joker, why did you let it get spread that you were here when you really were?"

I smiled at him, not that I wasn't already. He growled at me when I gave no answer. I flicked the damn thing at the dead; they lit up like a x-mas tree. He sighed and walked to me, I didn't move, why wouldn't my legs work? Why would I let him get this close? I gasped as he pushed me against the wall.

"I don't know."

I hated how I sounded so weak... He pulled me off my feet and slammed me against the wall my head banged against it too hard and I saw stars and then black.

I sighed as I knocked the Joker out. I hadn't meant to knock him out... I guess I had to do something with the man; I picked him up and took him to the Bat-Mobile. He looked frail passed out in the chair like that. If he got rid of the paint then he would look handsome... or at least I thought so... It was hard to believe that the strong, crazy man was possibly handsome. I wanted to wipe that damn face paint off to see if he was. I knew he had beautiful green eyes... they were so bright green, almost like a leaf in the sunlight. When he got mad they were still bright but darker. He was bad I knew that but something had made him that way. Why was he so intent on making Gotham burn?

My head hurt like I had a hangover, I knew I'd had nothing to drink, I don't drink too often, It's rather bad for my image. Bad for me because it could get me killed. So a sip here and there was all I ever had. I sat up. a rather dank and cave like room, A steel door placed to stop me from leaving. So Batman did have a cave! I giggled at the thought that batsy hung upside down to sleep among the other bats. I knew he'd come soon to get me.

"Oh batsy come on your too slow!"

I cackled as I said that, I was quickly slammed into the wall.

"Really now am I?"

I choked as his fist closed over my throat. My feet struck out at him and the wall, he was taller than me and I couldn't touch the ground, was he really trying to kill me? I pressed against him, gaging and seeing the darkness around the edges of my eyes. What was he trying to do to me?

"Et go!"

I rasped somehow. He dropped me and stared at me as a gasped for air. I almost died.. He could have killed me.

"You know I could have kept it up. I showed you mercy and you need help."

I growled, so he thought he could fool me? I leaped at him anger flaring in my heart and all I saw was red.

"I'm not weak! I don't need help you bastard!"

He must not have expected my attack or my anger with his words. I didn't care I just wanted to hurt him like he had hurt me. I had spent so long trying to tell myself and the world that I was better than them... But I knew it wasn't true... I was lower than the rats. Fighting Batman was what kept me going now... And he thought that I. I needed help? What about him? Dress as bat kind of person didn't quite make that list? Now that was about as normal as me. I was strange to people, He scared most of the people that he saved too. So why did he think that we were different? How did that work? True I killed and he didn't try to, but to the eyes of the public we were as bad as the other. He dodged me and went for a round house kick. I saw it but didn't move; as I hit the wall I realized I wanted him to be the one to finish me. Finish the mess I had become...

Kat, thank you for the review, it meant a lot to me, and inspired me to fix this for there were errors. Maybe there are others that I didn't get but I have only so much brains lol.