Joker (again)

"Killing is making a choice."

I love the way his face glows with the passion of the fight, giving into his anger. With each hit I take, his fists become more heated. maybe he'll man up and DO IT already!

"I want you to do it, I want you to do it. I want you to do it... come on... hit me. HIT ME!"
-THWAK-

My giddy giggles gush out with the blood. All the while I know my sick grimace only urges him on. I can't help but smile. For onlookers, bystanders, our mutual hatred of eacother may look manic, but there's a method to our madness...

"Bats *hehe*..."
-THUNK-
"Ahhhahaha..."
-WHACK-
"Oh... Bats, I want you to know something about me- something... personal."

He pauses his onslaught to listen, still furious- fists clenching. Fingers restless with unquenchable hatred.

*hehe*
"I want you to know, Bats baby...
that I don't HATE you becaue I'm CRAZY...
I'm CRAZY because I HATE you!"

As the rain of fists comes so does an anguised scream of hysteria.

"I LOVE YOU, BATS!"