#HAHAHA IM SO DRUNK SO THIS PROBABLY DOESNT MAKE ANY SNES EAND THERES PROBAY SO MANY TYPOS AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[dappercrows]

DRUNK BATJOKES CUZ MY ROOMIES DID IT TOO

Batman growls at the clown, his teeth showing too much for his own good. Joker love the way those little white bones shine in the near darkness. Joker laughs, and dodges a punch like he never gets hit. Batman manages to slam a fist into the clowns face a moment later, feeling more satisfied than he should for making violent contact. Joker loves the attention and bursts out into hysterical laugher, blood dripping from his nose and into his dry mouth. “Batsy, do it batsy, kill me. let me win!” He says with a smile. 

“No!” Batman yells, his face angry and tired, so, so tired. This was their life, beating each other senseless to near death because thats all they knew. Batman glared into Joker’s eyes, holding the blood stained, formal orange shirt with a tight fist. 

“Batsy. Please...” Joker says, alomost desperate now, sounding broken and desperate. 

“I dont want to kill you.”

“Then what DO you want to do to me, Bats?” Joker asks, his face all but beaten to a bloody pulp. Batman doesn’t know how to respond, but Joker looks sad, desperate, and their eyes meet for just a little too long. 

“Joker...” He says after a far too long pause. 

“Hit me.” Joker begs, his eyes intense. Batman complies, and blood splatters from jokers mouth, hitting the asphalt hard. 

“NO. I’m done. I... I’m tired Joker. I... I can’t take this anymore. We need to stop. We’ll kill each other!” Batman is practically yelling now, more emotion behind his word than he even realizes.

“I love you Batsy. No one but you can hurt me like this. Only you.” He says, and Batman swears he sees tears caught in those bright green eyes.  Batman punches the clown because he doesnt know how else to react to what he thinks is Joker trying ot get under his skin.

“SHUT UP!” He yells, his covered eyes narrowing on red lips and pale skin and green hair. 

“It’s okay Bats, I thought we could keep doing this, but we’re getting old and I want more. You just aren’t as fun are you, and I figure my antics aren’t getting more impressive either,” Joker says, his face stretched into the smile that Batman is all too familiar with. They smile that makes Batman ache despite the fact he would never admit it. 

“What...” Batman says, acting confused, but he knows what Joker means, he feels it too. He needs it too. “All this time. You and me. Come on  bats, what do you say?” Joker says, grinning thorugh bloodied mouth and balckend eyes.  “Stop... playing games Joker.” Batman says, but he’s hesitant, he knoes joker isn’t playing, knows hes never been playing when hes said these kinds of things. In a weird way, he’s always known that Joker has been in love with him.  “Would I joke?” Joker asks, sounding offended, and touches his almost broken hand to his chest.   “You’re going to Arkham, wher eyou belong,” Batman says, trying ot avoid the subject, but its the only thing he can think about, its been on his mind since the beginning. Him and Joker, locked in this cycle, doomed to kill each other. Or were they?

“I love you.” Joker repeats, even more desperately than last time, as if batman didn’t comply he would kill himself, or drive himself even further down his insanity whole. It shook Bruce, at his very core. He knew he wanted it, knew that what they had was special, that they needed each other. He pulled Joker in without a work and practicall slammed their mouths togehter, the feeling reminiscent of the Joker gas he’s been subject to so long ago. Their lips slide and grate against each other in a way thats too perfect. Their kiss goes on for minutes before Batman manages to break it, “Joker... I... You’re sick and need help. It’s what Ive always wanted for you. Please, let me help you.” Joker laughs, but says nothing. “Ive wnted you, okay?” Batman says, angrily, “But you need help.” He growls, trying to get some snese of humanity out of the clown.  “Its all of me or none of me Batsy. Don’t you dare try to change me.” Joker says, grabbing onto Batman’s cape, pulling him close. Their lips smash again, Joker;s teeth bite into Btaman’s lips and draw blood with a moan. “Batsy,” He mumbled into teh kiss. “Joker....”Batman starts, but doesn’t say anything else, and instead grapples to a nearby rooftop, to rooftop to street to batmobile. He Buckles the clown in, and punches in the autopilot for the batcave. Eventually, in the silence he speaks up, “I don’t know what this is... if it;s a trick or a joke, but... Im taking you to the batcave, and Im going to keep you there until I’ve decided what to do with you.” He explains. “Oohh Batsy, I love it when you take charge.” Joker says, his brain still fuzzy from all the senseless violence.  “As long as you treat me like hte lady I am, “m aaall your’s” He grins, his eyes might as well be closed.  “I know,” Batman replies and hopes he doesn’t regret his decision as the car races towarsd his very secret cave.