10A/N: I decided to add Joker's perspective in a second drabble (although I guess you could call these prose poems. idk)
Enjoy!
I'm not a sentimental guy, but it's times like these that I can't help thinking we were fuckin' made for each other—or maybe just made for fucking each other, heh heh heh.
I meant it, ya know, when I said that we're destined to do this forever. There's no going back now and you know it—I can see it in your eyes, along with all that guilt and hate and need and ecstasy, and… something else I don't know the word for. But whatever it is, it's perfect.
Sometimes you won't even look at me, and sometimes you can't look away, and once—just for a second—when you thought I wouldn't notice, I swear I saw you smile.
And in those moments after, when we wipe away the blood and try to catch our breath, right before that ridiculous guilt of yours sets in, you look at me—and I could almost believe that you lo—
…
…hell, maybe I am crazy.
Reviews/comments are appreciated :)
