just a little unwell
This poor meme. I abuse it. I really, really do.
The third drabble (In the End) is for a friend of mine and was inspired by a conversation we had last night after seeing The Dark Knight (AWESOME MOVIE BTW. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT. FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET, GO NOW). And the fourth one (Into the Night) is for JD. She knows why. XD
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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterward; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do five of these, then post.
Batman: The Dark Knight
[The Joker]
Dance with the Devil - Breaking Benjamin (3:44)
He cocks his head to the side, tongue running out across his bottom lip; he doesn't even taste the make-up anymore. He looks down at the man tied to the chair, the White Knight of Gotham city and grins ghoulishly behind his painted-on smile.
He cups Harvey's chin in his gloved hand and turns his face to the left, then the right, then releases and let's the unconscious man's head loll at an odd, angle that's bound to cause some discomfort later.
“I believe,” the Joker chuckles, his hand running through Harvey's hair. “I believe in Harvey Dent.”
And he does.
He truly believes this two-faced man will provide a great means of entertainment.
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Show Me Love - Tatu (4:20)
“I thought I told you,” he sing-songs, “never start with the head.”
He could have sworn telling the Batman that before, that time in the interrogation room with a good majority of Gotham's cops watching as he was beaten to a pulp.
“I thought I told you,” the Joker repeats, laughing shrilly after Batman's managed to knock him to the ground. He groans and the Bat straddles him, taking hold of his collar, his other fist poised to strike once more.
Maybe he's hoping to knock some sense into the clown.
“Stop laughing,” the Bat hisses through clenched teeth, and the clown only laughs louder.
“Shut me up,” he says between bouts of giggles.
Then the laughter stops as the Bat's eyes wander over his painted face and come to rest on his own. For a man of his mentality, the Joker's hands are steady as ever and his grip seems crushing as he takes the Batman's wrists into his grasp.
“C'mon,” he urges, his eyes wide. “Shut me up. Shutmeupshutmeupshutmeup.”
And Batman's fist comes down, knuckles cracking soundly against the bottom jaw.
The Joker moans. “There - there we go.”
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In the End - Linkin Park (3:38)
It was human nature to try and be better than the rest, to outdo what shouldn't be outdone, to destroy whatever blocked the path to greatness.
And everyone wanted to be great, but nobody wanted to get their hands dirty to get there.
“Don't you get it?” the Joker grins, licking his bottom lip as he points the switchblade at the small group of hostages. “What I'm doing isn't wrong,” he cooes, stroking the head of a little girl, gagged and bound, crying into her mother's chest. “No. No, no, no. You see, my way is just... quicker.”
Or maybe it was longer. He didn't really know. Nor did he care.
“We're all gonna destroy each other in the end, anyway,” he chuckles, forcing the little girl to look at him. She shakes her head and he messes up her pretty dyed-blonde hair. “Oh yes. I'm just - giving the rest of the world that little push in the right direction.”
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Into the Night - Nickelback (3:40)
He'd grown so used to wearing his make-up, he felt like something was missing as he wandered into one of the local clubs. Even men of his caliber were entitled to days off and a good lay.
He found her sitting alone at the bar, turning her wedding ring about on her finger as she idly sipped her drink. He smirked as he claimed the stool beside hers, ordered a drink, then stared at her until hazel eyes finally stared back at him through her lashes.
“Heya, beautiful,” he beamed.
“Hello,” she replied quietly, a little nervously. She'd noticed his scars and could only wonder how he'd that had happened.
“Why the sad face, babe?” he inquired, glancing meaningfully at her ring. She instantly stopped fussing with it and fisted her hand, pressing it forcefully to her stomach as though that would hide the obvious.
He didn't give her a chance to answer. He took her wrist into his hand and pulled her up, her chest forced to his, as he stood. “Nevermind,” he chuckled, and the sound made her blood run a little cooler, contradicting the sudden burn on her cheeks, “I don't really care. Whattaya say we try a smile on?”
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Invincible - Pat Benetar (4:29)
“When people go in circles it's a very - very mad world,” the Joker giggled, sing-songing as the Batman hoisted him up by the front of his shirt and forced him up against the brick wall.
“I am not in the mood for your games tonight,” the Bat hissed, the forced gruffness of his voice leveling for a moment, Bruce Wayne almost shining through.
“You never are,” the clown pouted mockingly. “Never ever.”
“I'm better than that,” the Bat almost rolled his eyes, but that would have been extremely unprofessional.
“No, you're not,” the Joker said in all seriousness. “You think you're so high and mighty, self-proclaimed Dark Knight of Gotham city,” he motioned with one hand to the dirty alley. “You think you're better than the rest of them - better than me. But you're not. In fact, I'd say you're worse.”
The Batman growled as he tossed the clown against the nearest dumpster, just hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
“The rest of us lowlifes, we can change if we really wanted to,” the Joker continues, one hand to his stomach, the other keeping some of his weight off the dirty pavement. “But not you. Oh, no. You can't. You can't afford to be innocent now.”
The third drabble (In the End) is for a friend of mine and was inspired by a conversation we had last night after seeing The Dark Knight (AWESOME MOVIE BTW. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT. FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET, GO NOW). And the fourth one (Into the Night) is for JD. She knows why. XD
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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterward; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do five of these, then post.
Batman: The Dark Knight
[The Joker]
Dance with the Devil - Breaking Benjamin (3:44)
He cocks his head to the side, tongue running out across his bottom lip; he doesn't even taste the make-up anymore. He looks down at the man tied to the chair, the White Knight of Gotham city and grins ghoulishly behind his painted-on smile.
He cups Harvey's chin in his gloved hand and turns his face to the left, then the right, then releases and let's the unconscious man's head loll at an odd, angle that's bound to cause some discomfort later.
“I believe,” the Joker chuckles, his hand running through Harvey's hair. “I believe in Harvey Dent.”
And he does.
He truly believes this two-faced man will provide a great means of entertainment.
---
Show Me Love - Tatu (4:20)
“I thought I told you,” he sing-songs, “never start with the head.”
He could have sworn telling the Batman that before, that time in the interrogation room with a good majority of Gotham's cops watching as he was beaten to a pulp.
“I thought I told you,” the Joker repeats, laughing shrilly after Batman's managed to knock him to the ground. He groans and the Bat straddles him, taking hold of his collar, his other fist poised to strike once more.
Maybe he's hoping to knock some sense into the clown.
“Stop laughing,” the Bat hisses through clenched teeth, and the clown only laughs louder.
“Shut me up,” he says between bouts of giggles.
Then the laughter stops as the Bat's eyes wander over his painted face and come to rest on his own. For a man of his mentality, the Joker's hands are steady as ever and his grip seems crushing as he takes the Batman's wrists into his grasp.
“C'mon,” he urges, his eyes wide. “Shut me up. Shutmeupshutmeupshutmeup.”
And Batman's fist comes down, knuckles cracking soundly against the bottom jaw.
The Joker moans. “There - there we go.”
---
In the End - Linkin Park (3:38)
It was human nature to try and be better than the rest, to outdo what shouldn't be outdone, to destroy whatever blocked the path to greatness.
And everyone wanted to be great, but nobody wanted to get their hands dirty to get there.
“Don't you get it?” the Joker grins, licking his bottom lip as he points the switchblade at the small group of hostages. “What I'm doing isn't wrong,” he cooes, stroking the head of a little girl, gagged and bound, crying into her mother's chest. “No. No, no, no. You see, my way is just... quicker.”
Or maybe it was longer. He didn't really know. Nor did he care.
“We're all gonna destroy each other in the end, anyway,” he chuckles, forcing the little girl to look at him. She shakes her head and he messes up her pretty dyed-blonde hair. “Oh yes. I'm just - giving the rest of the world that little push in the right direction.”
---
Into the Night - Nickelback (3:40)
He'd grown so used to wearing his make-up, he felt like something was missing as he wandered into one of the local clubs. Even men of his caliber were entitled to days off and a good lay.
He found her sitting alone at the bar, turning her wedding ring about on her finger as she idly sipped her drink. He smirked as he claimed the stool beside hers, ordered a drink, then stared at her until hazel eyes finally stared back at him through her lashes.
“Heya, beautiful,” he beamed.
“Hello,” she replied quietly, a little nervously. She'd noticed his scars and could only wonder how he'd that had happened.
“Why the sad face, babe?” he inquired, glancing meaningfully at her ring. She instantly stopped fussing with it and fisted her hand, pressing it forcefully to her stomach as though that would hide the obvious.
He didn't give her a chance to answer. He took her wrist into his hand and pulled her up, her chest forced to his, as he stood. “Nevermind,” he chuckled, and the sound made her blood run a little cooler, contradicting the sudden burn on her cheeks, “I don't really care. Whattaya say we try a smile on?”
---
Invincible - Pat Benetar (4:29)
“When people go in circles it's a very - very mad world,” the Joker giggled, sing-songing as the Batman hoisted him up by the front of his shirt and forced him up against the brick wall.
“I am not in the mood for your games tonight,” the Bat hissed, the forced gruffness of his voice leveling for a moment, Bruce Wayne almost shining through.
“You never are,” the clown pouted mockingly. “Never ever.”
“I'm better than that,” the Bat almost rolled his eyes, but that would have been extremely unprofessional.
“No, you're not,” the Joker said in all seriousness. “You think you're so high and mighty, self-proclaimed Dark Knight of Gotham city,” he motioned with one hand to the dirty alley. “You think you're better than the rest of them - better than me. But you're not. In fact, I'd say you're worse.”
The Batman growled as he tossed the clown against the nearest dumpster, just hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
“The rest of us lowlifes, we can change if we really wanted to,” the Joker continues, one hand to his stomach, the other keeping some of his weight off the dirty pavement. “But not you. Oh, no. You can't. You can't afford to be innocent now.”