When the clock strikes twelve, do I get a little kiss?

When the clock strikes twelve, do I get a little kiss?

We laughed because it was absurd--because we are. But you're not laughing any more. Neither am I. It's the same pattern, endlessly repeated. You and I, always at each other's throats. How do we stop?

Little fight in you. I like that- Then you're gonna love me *bat punch*

You broke my heart, John. I did need you. I cared about you. But you took what I gave you and twisted it into something ugly and wrong. Ugly? Wrong? If you ever loved me, you'd see. What we have now... It's beautiful!

You don't need to say anything, Batsy. I know you need me. And I need you. It's all for you. Every cut. Every terrified scream in the dark. You keep me going. You're who I perform for. You're the reason I smile.

Little fight in you. I like that- Then you're gonna love me *bat punch*

I knew your massive ego would never allow anyone else the honor of killing me. Though I have to admit she came alot closer than you ever did, puddin'.

You don't need to say anything, Batsy. I know you need me. And I need you. It's all for you. Every cut. Every terrified scream in the dark. You keep me going. You're who I perform for. You're the reason I smile.

You broke my heart, John. I did need you. I cared about you. But you took what I gave you and twisted it into something ugly and wrong. Ugly? Wrong? If you ever loved me, you'd see. What we have now... It's beautiful!

Every time we catch him and allow him to live, he breaks free to kill again. All of this horror and tragedy in the service of your 'code of honor'. Or could it be the great Batman needs his archnemesis in order to feel complete?

Every time we catch him and allow him to live, he breaks free to kill again. All of this horror and tragedy in the service of your 'code of honor'. Or could it be the great Batman needs his archnemesis in order to feel complete?

You broke my heart, John. I did need you. I cared about you. But you took what I gave you and twisted it into something ugly and wrong. Ugly? Wrong? If you ever loved me, you'd see. What we have now... It's beautiful!

...whatever feelings you may have had for John, don't let him use them against you.

You broke my heart, John. I did need you. I cared about you. But you took what I gave you and twisted it into something ugly and wrong. Ugly? Wrong? If you ever loved me, you'd see. What we have now... It's beautiful!

...whatever feelings you may have had for John, don't let him use them against you.

You don't need to say anything, Batsy. I know you need me. And I need you. It's all for you. Every cut. Every terrified scream in the dark. You keep me going. You're who I perform for. You're the reason I smile.

Why do you torment me, Batsy? I thought you cared. Trust me Joker. I'm trying to help you.

Joker, listen to me. My friend, my aide.... If I turn into that monster, he won't do what needs to be done. He won't. But you... If I turn into him-- Oh, I'll blow your *$@%$#$ head off. Heh. Heh... Cross your heart? And hope you die.

Every time we catch him and allow him to live, he breaks free to kill again. All of this horror and tragedy in the service of your 'code of honor'. Or could it be the great Batman needs his archnemesis in order to feel complete?

Joker, listen to me. My friend, my aide.... If I turn into that monster, he won't do what needs to be done. He won't. But you... If I turn into him-- Oh, I'll blow your *$@%$#$ head off. Heh. Heh... Cross your heart? And hope you die.

Save me, my dark knight in not-so-shining armor!

All the people I murdered by letting you live. I never kept count. I did. I know. And I love ya for it.

Little fight in you. I like that- Then you're gonna love me *bat punch*

Why do you torment me, Batsy? I thought you cared. Trust me Joker. I'm trying to help you.

I knew your massive ego would never allow anyone else the honor of killing me. Though I have to admit she came alot closer than you ever did, puddin'.

I knew your massive ego would never allow anyone else the honor of killing me. Though I have to admit she came alot closer than you ever did, puddin'.

We laughed because it was absurd--because we are. But you're not laughing any more. Neither am I. It's the same pattern, endlessly repeated. You and I, always at each other's throats. How do we stop?

When the clock strikes twelve, do I get a little kiss?

When the clock strikes twelve, do I get a little kiss?

You don't need to say anything, Batsy. I know you need me. And I need you. It's all for you. Every cut. Every terrified scream in the dark. You keep me going. You're who I perform for. You're the reason I smile.

Every time we catch him and allow him to live, he breaks free to kill again. All of this horror and tragedy in the service of your 'code of honor'. Or could it be the great Batman needs his archnemesis in order to feel complete?

When the clock strikes twelve, do I get a little kiss?

Joker, listen to me. My friend, my aide.... If I turn into that monster, he won't do what needs to be done. He won't. But you... If I turn into him-- Oh, I'll blow your *$@%$#$ head off. Heh. Heh... Cross your heart? And hope you die.

...whatever feelings you may have had for John, don't let him use them against you.

Why do you torment me, Batsy? I thought you cared. Trust me Joker. I'm trying to help you.

Joker, listen to me. My friend, my aide.... If I turn into that monster, he won't do what needs to be done. He won't. But you... If I turn into him-- Oh, I'll blow your *$@%$#$ head off. Heh. Heh... Cross your heart? And hope you die.

All the people I murdered by letting you live. I never kept count. I did. I know. And I love ya for it.

All the people I murdered by letting you live. I never kept count. I did. I know. And I love ya for it.

I knew your massive ego would never allow anyone else the honor of killing me. Though I have to admit she came alot closer than you ever did, puddin'.

Save me, my dark knight in not-so-shining armor!

Little fight in you. I like that- Then you're gonna love me *bat punch*

...whatever feelings you may have had for John, don't let him use them against you.

We laughed because it was absurd--because we are. But you're not laughing any more. Neither am I. It's the same pattern, endlessly repeated. You and I, always at each other's throats. How do we stop?

When the clock strikes twelve, do I get a little kiss?

Every time we catch him and allow him to live, he breaks free to kill again. All of this horror and tragedy in the service of your 'code of honor'. Or could it be the great Batman needs his archnemesis in order to feel complete?

I knew your massive ego would never allow anyone else the honor of killing me. Though I have to admit she came alot closer than you ever did, puddin'.

...whatever feelings you may have had for John, don't let him use them against you.

...whatever feelings you may have had for John, don't let him use them against you.

We laughed because it was absurd--because we are. But you're not laughing any more. Neither am I. It's the same pattern, endlessly repeated. You and I, always at each other's throats. How do we stop?