Scrapped Happy Ending of "Tonight, You belong to me (Tomorrow and Forever too)"
Scrapped because its too fluffy. I always go for fluffy so Im scrapping it-
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"Just- just go."
"What?" Joker asked, conflicted. Batman was as still as a statue, refusing to face the clown.
When no reply came, Joker spoke up again. "..What if I dont want to go?" He nearly mumbled, voice soft and vulnerable. "What if I want to- to.."
Batman inhaled sharply. "You dont want this. What I did, no one desesrves that." Then he added, in a lower voice. "I'm a horrible person."
"Not more than me," Joker stepped forward. "Do you even hear yourself?"
"It doesnt matter, what I did was just- wrong. In so many different ways." The vigilante's voice lacked the firmness that it usually carried.
"I think we're way past what's right and wrong, Batman." Joker sounded fond as he came to stand beside Batman. "Dont you think?" He tilted his head and looked to the bat, hands folded behind his back.
The vigilante finally looked at Joker again, and the clown couldnt stop himself from bursting into a laugh.
Quickly slapping a hand on his own mouth, the clown tried his best to calm himself down before he went into a full cackling fit.
Batman blinked, caught completely off-guard, and that confused Bat-face only made Joker want to laugh harder, but he reigned himself in with every last ounce of strength he had.
"Sorry, sorry, you just- hah," Joker snickered. "You looked so utterly constipated, I couldnt help it-" A few peals of laughter slipped out, but he supposed that was fine.
Batman simply stared at him for a few moments, in silence. Then something softened in him, and he reached out to cup one side of Joker's face.
The clown went quiet, letting his bat take his time.
"...You should hate me," The Bat whispered. "You've always loved being free and doing what you pleased. I took that from you, and you should hate me for it."
"Just like how you should hate me, for- well, everything I've done." Joker said. "Neither of us actually do though, do we?" He smiled softly, eyes half lidded.
"You've turned me into a monster." Batman's hand wavered on Joker's face. "I didnt turn you into a monster," Joker brought his own hand up to his face to place it over Batman's. "You not hating me is what turned you into... this." The clown nuzzled his face into the vigilante's palm. "But whatever this is, its not a monster. Trust me, it takes one to know one." The clown chuckled.
"That doesnt mean what I did was-" Joker cut the Bat off. "Oh, enough about ' what you did ' already!" He huffed. "I..." The clown swallowed, looking away. "I liked getting to be with you. Being held by you."
He looked back at Batman again. "And well, I definitely enjoyed knowing just how much I affect you." He grinned. "So, yeah, that wasnt ideal, but it wasnt horrible; not to me. Far from it, actually." The clown shrugged.
"...Youre sick." Batman scowled, sounding conflicted. "I know." Joker's smile was teasing.
Batman frowned, looking away. "I'm sick, too." Joker huffed a laugh. "I know, Darling."
Batman looked back to him again.
"You know what that means?" Joker spoke in a low voice, still smiling. "It means we belong together." He leaned closer to the vigilante. "Dont you think so too?" Batman's breath was warm against Joker's face. The vigilante didnt respond in words, it was never really his thing. Instead, he went in and kissed Joker like he needed to do it more than he needed to breathe.
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