Post by Joanna on Jul 1, 2009 11:08:59 GMT -5
OK, so while I'm at work with not allot to do, I'm usually found on fanfiction.net. You wouldn't believe how many joker based fanfics there are where he falls in love! So, I've been on a Joker kick obviously and I hope you enjoy the product of fanfic over exposure! XD
Good Mourning Joker
Her onyx hair fell in front of her pale face as she knelt over the open drawer, digging for something unseen. Her fingers grasped the familiar black leather hilt and she let out a sigh of relief. She lifted the blade out of the drawer and her thoughts were racing, thank god he and his goons didn't find it. She almost felt bad that he had come to trust her so much.
The woman closed the drawer and turned to face the bed behind her, soft blue eyes focusing on the figure lying peacefully next to where she had been just moments before. The moonlight shining through the window reflected off of her naked body as her legs propelled her forward to her sleeping companion, stopping her next to his side of the bed.
She lifted the knife, her fathers knife, looking something like a machete but only a little bit smaller. This was for her family, the lives lost to this madman!
Why didn't she do this earlier?
Would she be able to go through with it? He had told her he loved her, was sorry for his misdoings.
Tears formed in her eyes, her classic sign of frustration, he loved her!
But he killed her family!
But he was sorry for it.
But what about the countless others? He won't change! You can lead a horse to water but nothing guarantees it will drink.
But he said it would stop...
How many times before and for it to be nothing but false claims?
Her heart was racing and there were tears in her eyes. The blade reflected the moon and the stars as it sliced through the night time air. A loud bang and the steal blade halted it's flight. Shock was written on her face as her eyes looked into the brown eyes of her lover, the last thing she saw clearly. The metallic taste of blood dripped into her mouth, her sight grew hazy, and she collapsed on the ground, knife in hand.
It was a clean shot, point blank right in the head. He tossed off the blankets and left the gun on the bed as he knelt next to the body he had held and claimed as his own. The scars on his face hid his emotions well. He was used to death, having caused so many himself, and even betrayal, but this! This threw him for a loop!
The only woman he had learned to trust, to love, yes love, would have killed him. He lightly pushed her hair out of her face. The hole in her head made him, the Clown Prince of Crime, cringe. Light kisses once covered the skin that the bullet had ruined.
The door burst open to reveal a man large enough to have been a linebacker. "Want me to take the body, Boss?"
Without missing a beat, the scarred man stood and walked to the window, "Get rid of her..."
'Her'. He had said 'her' not 'it'. The henchman noticed but said nothing to anyone. The boss was off right now but when he came to there would be hell to pay for some unhappy soul. He didn't want to be the one. The burly man picked up the fresh corpse and left the Joker to his thoughts and silent tears.
Good Mourning Joker
Her onyx hair fell in front of her pale face as she knelt over the open drawer, digging for something unseen. Her fingers grasped the familiar black leather hilt and she let out a sigh of relief. She lifted the blade out of the drawer and her thoughts were racing, thank god he and his goons didn't find it. She almost felt bad that he had come to trust her so much.
The woman closed the drawer and turned to face the bed behind her, soft blue eyes focusing on the figure lying peacefully next to where she had been just moments before. The moonlight shining through the window reflected off of her naked body as her legs propelled her forward to her sleeping companion, stopping her next to his side of the bed.
She lifted the knife, her fathers knife, looking something like a machete but only a little bit smaller. This was for her family, the lives lost to this madman!
Why didn't she do this earlier?
Would she be able to go through with it? He had told her he loved her, was sorry for his misdoings.
Tears formed in her eyes, her classic sign of frustration, he loved her!
But he killed her family!
But he was sorry for it.
But what about the countless others? He won't change! You can lead a horse to water but nothing guarantees it will drink.
But he said it would stop...
How many times before and for it to be nothing but false claims?
Her heart was racing and there were tears in her eyes. The blade reflected the moon and the stars as it sliced through the night time air. A loud bang and the steal blade halted it's flight. Shock was written on her face as her eyes looked into the brown eyes of her lover, the last thing she saw clearly. The metallic taste of blood dripped into her mouth, her sight grew hazy, and she collapsed on the ground, knife in hand.
It was a clean shot, point blank right in the head. He tossed off the blankets and left the gun on the bed as he knelt next to the body he had held and claimed as his own. The scars on his face hid his emotions well. He was used to death, having caused so many himself, and even betrayal, but this! This threw him for a loop!
The only woman he had learned to trust, to love, yes love, would have killed him. He lightly pushed her hair out of her face. The hole in her head made him, the Clown Prince of Crime, cringe. Light kisses once covered the skin that the bullet had ruined.
The door burst open to reveal a man large enough to have been a linebacker. "Want me to take the body, Boss?"
Without missing a beat, the scarred man stood and walked to the window, "Get rid of her..."
'Her'. He had said 'her' not 'it'. The henchman noticed but said nothing to anyone. The boss was off right now but when he came to there would be hell to pay for some unhappy soul. He didn't want to be the one. The burly man picked up the fresh corpse and left the Joker to his thoughts and silent tears.
