THE LAST WALTZ

Summary:

It was a long spiral down, she realized. Full of twists and treacherous falls. She had known what was under her mask, he had not. Now he has broken her. Oneshot. 409 Words.

A/N: Heath Ledger FTW. This was written less than a year ago. I intended it to be the ending for a JokerxOFC fanfic, but I never pieced the finished parts together. Now I post this as a teaser. Maybe I will get back to work one day and publish the whole story. We'll see.

I was writing this under the influence of Chopin's The Last Waltz.

Spoilers: none

Rating: M, definitely not for children. Drugs, violence, anarchy. It's Joker. Period.

"You said you wanted to dance. " He whispered in my ear while gripping my waist tightly.

I felt drowsy and had to lean on his chest.

We were in a center of a big parking lot. All around us were cars.

His right hand touched my chin and painfully squeezed it. This forced me to look around.

I was still trying to find balance, bleary eyed, with my back resting on his chest.

"I told you it was surprise."

He grinned and a blue sedan across us exploded. Roaring fire expanded and the shockwave guided it out.

We were a nearly safe distance away and he took my left hand and twirled us around.

I had all this pressure in my head, I was dizzy and sleepy.

My limbs felt heavy like lead as he started to sway us to an imaginary tune. We clicked into position and started to waltz.

I rested my hair on his collarbone and desperately wanted to see his dark intoxicating eyes. He was looking back, right at me.

One, two, three, turn. One, two, three, turn. I must have smiled at the white shadows I was seeing. Everything around us was blurry.

Another bomb went off, another car. And another. They were like fireworks.

I had this feeling of high in me; everything felt calm and made sense for a change.

All I could register was the numbness. No sound was necessary, every blast muted. Only the pace of our waltz mattered.

My gaze shifted to his lips. His wonderful lips, guilty of committing such sin. The scars completed his visage, personality, self-being.

I sensed control leaving my arms as we slowed to down and turned in circles.

Faint shouting made me sigh. I leaned further into him, my cheek grazed a bit of his grease face paint off as I breathed his scent in.

"Once you told me I was different. That I had anger inside me. All I was, was disturbed. Perhaps cold and unable to sympathize." I said softly into his ear.

"You wanted me out of control, but control is all I know."

We stopped as the police came near.

My half lidded azure eyes focused blankly into nothingness. A red laser dot flickered on his back.

"Let's turn around then, complete our last waltz together. I would hate to have you dead, before I kill you."

He froze, silent. We turned and the sniper took his shot.

Words: 409

Date completed: 30.9.2012