he loves me, he loves me not
The Joker woke up in Bruce's bed this morning. It was only 5 a.m, the sun hasn't risen yet, and the dark haired man was still sleeping – the Joker knew he liked to sleep until early in the afternoon whenever he had the chance to. He had, after all, stalked him for years.
He got off the bed, sighing. Last night had been amazing. Sweet, tender, romantic, but...it wasn't at all what he had pictured when he had thought of spending the night with his knight. They were Batman and the Joker, they weren't supposed to be all sweet and nice! They were supposed to be rough, almost animalistic, to devour each other with heated kisses and passionate love making.
The Joker didn't know who he had been last night, but he had certainly not been himself. And the fact that Bat- no, Bruce , had kept calling him Jack all night long didn't help. Who the hell was Jack? Jack was long dead. Why did Bruce call him that way?
The Joker started to think that Bruce only loved this...Jack. Indeed, he had finally kissed him only after having discover that the Joker used to be his childhood friend. He was able to kiss him only when he realised that he had once been human. He didn't love the Joker....he loved Jack...right?
The Joker shook his head. Why did he have to love Batman so much? It would be waaaaay more simple if he hated him, like a normal arch-nemesis. Plus, he was the Joker, he wasn't supposed to be lovesick or anything. He wasn't supposed to feel. He wasn't supposed to have a heart...
Yes...He had to erase this...this love he felt. It wasn't good for him. What would come next? He would give up on crime just to make Batman happy? No, certainly not. What kind of stupid person would give up his whole life for a man? That's something Harley could do. Not him...not the Joker!
He left the mansion, and started to kill people on the street, just to prove himself that he was still the dangerous psychopathic clown that he used to be. He laughed like he never laughed before, each of his killings punctuated by :
"He loves me..."
Another random man dead.
"He loves me not..."
He broke a woman's neck.
"He loves me..."
He would continue like that as long as there would be people to kill in Gotham.
Batman came to stop him an hour after he had started the slaughter.
"Batsy!I'm so glad to see you, Darling!"
"What's wrong with you, Joker!"he barked, punching him on the stomach.
"I though after what happened last night you-"
"I'd what, honeycakes?" he mocked, throwing some acid at Batman. "I'd stop killing people just beause I'm in looooove?" he said with a exagerated cheesy tone. "Well, sorry to desappoint, Bats, but I'm the Joker. I kill. If you can't accept that, then too bad. I won't change for you, hon."
Batman pinned him to the wall and shook him violently.
"I know Jack is still there somwhere!" he shouted. "You have to fight the monster that's inside you! WAKE UP, JACK!"
The Joker gave him a dark look. Then he lowered his head, and started to laugh.
"Hehehehehehehehehe....You're the one who should wake the fuck up, Batman. The..thing we have, this relationship of ours, it's NOT a fairytale! I won't become 'good' just because you tell me to, ok?"
"Is that so." Batman said coldly. "You chose your life as a criminal over me."
"You chose Jack over me!" the Joker spat angrily.
Batman had never seen him that furious before. Before he could react, the Joker pulled a knife from his pocket and started to swing it at Batman who was forced to move back if he didn't want to get stab.
The Joker was smiling wide, laughing creepily.
"He loves me..."
He barely missed Batman's throat.
"He loves me not..."
This time he managed to stab his arm.
"He loves me..."
He jumped on Batman and pinned him to the ground. His knife was only a few inches from his face.
"He loves me NOT!" he shouted.
He tried to stab Batamn in the face, but the vigilente was stronger. He kicked the Joker and placed himself on top of him, keeping him from moving.
"Get OFF!" the Joker shrieked. "I don't want you to touch me!"
"That's...not the feeling you gave me last night."Batman almost joked.
The Joker frowned.
"How dare you make fun of me like that! Didn't your mother told you not to hurt people's feelings, or did she die before she could? Geez, and I'm the evil one! I hate you, Batman! I really do hate y-"
"I love you."
The Joker stopped. He looked straight into Batman's blue eyes. The he closed his eyes.
"Yeah. You love Jack, I got it." he whispered.
"That's not exactly true," Batman said. "When I was a child, Jack was my best friend. But I didn't love him. Well, not that way, at least. I would have never done to him the thing I did to you last night. It...took me time to accept this fact, Joker, but...It's you that I love. I don't know why, though. It doesn't make any sens, but... "
The Joker, after taking a few seconds to analyse what Batman had just said, smiled.
"Of course it doesn't make sens, Bats. But love wouldn't be funny if it did, hehe!"
"It's not supposed to be funny!"
"Hum, a clown and a bat, in love with each other? C'mon, Bats, it's the funniest thing ever!"
And as he laughed, Batman carried him in his arms, and the only thing the Joker could think was :
He loves me!
