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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,586
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Latvian Gambit
Title: Latvian Gambit
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: one-sided Joker/Batman
Warning: Self-mutilation
Summary: The Joker carves, pondering the game.
Note: Not really sure where this came from. Been thinking about the whole Joker/Batman dynamic a lot lately, especially in regards to the upcoming Dark Knight. So obviously this is based on Ledger’s interpretation. Hope it doesn’t miss the mark too much lol.
Also, thanks to my friend Heather for the title; I never would have been able to think of one without you.
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Alone, but not quiet. Never quiet in Gotham, especially now. Sirens, a choir of screams echoing down every alley. A cacophony of pain and anguish and freedom.
Joker grinned down at his arm, stifling a giggle as he dipped the needle back into the ink. This city would burn, crumble to ash through his fingers. He’d reign as a prince, a conqueror.
But what was a check without a mate?
Batman, tall and proud, black like obsidian and just as easily shattered, turning to razor blades, spilling blood when you tried to pick them up. Oh how Joker wanted to bleed. Like the ink streaming down his arm, mixing with red and pooling in the crook of his elbow.
Pain had subsided hours ago, replaced by a warm sting. Almost how it felt, but not quite. The ache in his chest was smaller than a needle point but sliced through the core.
He needed a reminder, a reason, a brand. Black and white, knight and day. That was what they were, and he needed to prove it. Never one without the other, never complete. A jigsaw piece carved into his arm, solving the puzzle.
Joker finally allowed himself to laugh, his body shaking as he regarded his work in the light. Jagged curves, scars of shadow and vein. Batman was in his head, under his skin. He traced the shape with a finger, pushing to make it ooze.
More screeching and he turned his eyes to the sky, noticed the signal cutting through the clouds like a divine sword. The shape in his arm was a mirror of that flag, a stake of claim. He belonged to the Bat, and the Bat belonged to him. They’d watch the world burn together, hand in hand, mind in mind, body in body.
It was only a matter of time.
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: one-sided Joker/Batman
Warning: Self-mutilation
Summary: The Joker carves, pondering the game.
Note: Not really sure where this came from. Been thinking about the whole Joker/Batman dynamic a lot lately, especially in regards to the upcoming Dark Knight. So obviously this is based on Ledger’s interpretation. Hope it doesn’t miss the mark too much lol.
Also, thanks to my friend Heather for the title; I never would have been able to think of one without you.
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Alone, but not quiet. Never quiet in Gotham, especially now. Sirens, a choir of screams echoing down every alley. A cacophony of pain and anguish and freedom.
Joker grinned down at his arm, stifling a giggle as he dipped the needle back into the ink. This city would burn, crumble to ash through his fingers. He’d reign as a prince, a conqueror.
But what was a check without a mate?
Batman, tall and proud, black like obsidian and just as easily shattered, turning to razor blades, spilling blood when you tried to pick them up. Oh how Joker wanted to bleed. Like the ink streaming down his arm, mixing with red and pooling in the crook of his elbow.
Pain had subsided hours ago, replaced by a warm sting. Almost how it felt, but not quite. The ache in his chest was smaller than a needle point but sliced through the core.
He needed a reminder, a reason, a brand. Black and white, knight and day. That was what they were, and he needed to prove it. Never one without the other, never complete. A jigsaw piece carved into his arm, solving the puzzle.
Joker finally allowed himself to laugh, his body shaking as he regarded his work in the light. Jagged curves, scars of shadow and vein. Batman was in his head, under his skin. He traced the shape with a finger, pushing to make it ooze.
More screeching and he turned his eyes to the sky, noticed the signal cutting through the clouds like a divine sword. The shape in his arm was a mirror of that flag, a stake of claim. He belonged to the Bat, and the Bat belonged to him. They’d watch the world burn together, hand in hand, mind in mind, body in body.
It was only a matter of time.