The Killing Joke

The bite of the blade rupturing her diaphragm. The blood pooling in her lungs and the wheez as she breathed out in pain. Those death dark eyes glimmering mysteriously into her own. He was a monster and yet so was she. She was just like him only she still had some kind of heart left in her chest. He was a man that would burn the city down with him in it. He was a man that would bring the world to its knees. A man that would laugh as you beat him to death. He was a man that couldn't be bullied, bribed, or negotiated with. He was the Joker. The wild card. The Alpha and Omega. Begining and the End. And she loved him. For his disease. For his insanity. For his darkness. And for the glimmer of the man she saw in him. Benneath the monster. The man she had seen lose everything so long ago. She loved him for all that he was, all he would ever be, all he could be. Love was strange like that. It happend to the strangest people at the strangest time. Love was the best thing in the world. It was the death of her. She was a criminal for all her pretense and mask wearing. She was just like him. She was his equal. Only his heart had died long ago. She still managed to hold onto hers. Prehaps that made him stronger Prehaps it made him weaker. He laid her down into the water and pushed her off into the bay he  never looked back. The killing joke was on her.