So tell me, tell me what you love about him darling. His charm or his yarns. His quizzes and deadly business.
Tell me which you prefer and tell me what you want. Is it his eyes so manic and wide, blown wide in his pleasure and his ecstasy. Is it his grace as he performs before the crowds, wearing a mask of porcelain and of skin. Is it his wry smiles when he meets your eyes through the crowd that keeps you attracted to him?
Tell me why you love him so, adore him, want to fuck him. His beautiful face or supply body? Go ahead darling, it’s alright, I only want to know. What about him draws you in and makes you want him so badly, ever so madly?
He’s crazy you know. Completely off his rocker, lost his mind somewhere between his fist murder and his fifty-first. So what about you draws you in and keeps you interested? It can’t be the killing, even though he does it damn near flawlessly, someone like you wouldn’t fall for his death toll.
So what? What is it precious? Won’t you tell me? Don’t you know?
…oh? You don’t know what makes you love him? You don’t know what you want from him? Well, I’ll say that’s a first but not the last, considering who and what he is after all. Don’t worry pet, he’s a work in progress so you’re excused. For now.
I’ll expect an answer at some point, and so will he. He adores his admirers but he’d love to know what about him drew you to him in the first place. So darling dear, why don’t you work on figuring that out while our sweet Joker plays his deadly tricks for our amusement.