overlithe (overlithe) wrote in batmanjoker, @ 2009-05-28 20:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: saint_uto, genre: dark, rating: r |
What do you expect? It's The Joker.
Original poster: saint_uto
Title:The Little Prince's Lullaby
Word:Instrument
Summary:People are just like instruments, in The Joker's state of mind.
Pairing:The Joker/Bruce Wayne
Rating:R
Disclaimer:My ownership of Batman is as real as actually flying pigs.
A/N:The Human series is on a current stand still right now, so right now I'm doing one-shots. Also, not to be bothersome, please R&R as I am trying a different writing style. One of my fellow writers said I should try something new....but it came out more like a bastard child.
A instrument is a curious invention, in The Joker's mind. With a simple puff of air and a few twiddling fingers, notes are produced, swimming in the air lazily as if they are stuck in spilled syrup. The notes themselves are filled to the brim-ready to burst-with the feelings of suppressed anger and anticipating joy. With white hot hate and a hazy fog of lingering happiness. Each half note is waiting, just waiting for the next note to be born and then and only then will it be allowed to die on impact.
People are the same way, a fact that The Joker believes in quite well. Really, the only difference is that you have a whole canvas of buttons to push, unlike on an instrument, where you only have a straight line of fingerprints on dull brass and broken strings. But on a person, the noises they make are just so much sweeter to the clown's ears. The quick pace of breathing, the gathering cries of embarrassment and pleasure, the pitter patter of tears dropping on the ground as realization hits.
But the loveliest sound of them all, in The Joker's opinion (and he's quite sure that other people believe it too, but only in the darkest corners of their rooms where no one can peek at them, while their pants are wrapped around their knee's) is the sound of release. The sound of disgust and ecstasy all mixed up into together to create a mixture of pure destruction, it's just pure bliss to The Joker.
The Joker's prince does that for him, letting his hands roam around his frail body, covered in scars and scratches. Even when when the prince yells at The Joker to stop, The Joker continues, because he knows quite well that no one will ever care for the prince. He has been deserted, abandoned by every person he has tried to help, each and every other one of them cursing his name.
The prince's notes are beautiful to the clown, which he founds odd, as the prince is so dark inside, filled with rotting flesh and buzzing maggots ready to be born into a new form. But The Joker doesn't judge, oh no he doesn't. He is the only one that accepts the prince, even if the man is unwilling to admit that. The Joker knows very well that the prince is a man that has dirty little secrets hidden behind his mask, even though he tries his best to hide them from the laughing man.
The Joker knows that the prince is a masochist and a very disturbed one at that. The prince has the look in his eyes, the look of hoping dimming away, like that of water falling on a flickering candle. So, his prince tries to fill that empty space desperately, filling it with chained wrist and knives sliding down the pale skin of the stomach. But The Joker is a man that likes to please and who is he to deny anyone their right of curiosity?
The Joker is a conductor of hearts, and the prince is no exception. While the prince may not know who he belongs to, and perhaps he never will, his body will always know, until the day it dies and even then the lullaby will still go on. The lovely tune that he creates will always be swimming in The Joker's head, because really, that is all he will be able to understand about the tattered prince.