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I am Jack Napier, or a least I used to be, but not many would know me by that,long forgotten name NOW. Most refer to me as the Joker the crowned prince of crime. And honestly I prefer it that way. Jack Napier was a sad failed comedian with stupid red hair, pale skin and green eyes and absolutely NO CONFIDENCE, everyone laughed at him for being a serious loser, but that all changed when I now, the joker fell into a vat green bubbling acid.
Sure it might’ve messed up my brain a little, and it may have made me go a little bit mad, but what’s not to love, my stupid red hair got chemically altered to a crazy neon green , and I once pale skin got bleached even paler to an almost paper white color, I have to say I think I’m much better looking now, even though my lips are now permanently stained blood red, but you get used to it after a while, cause I’m the joker now, a respected, successful, criminal mastermind, who causes chaos everywhere he goes.
Tonight I have cooked up a masterful scheme, too reek more chaos on the unfortunately city we live in called Gotham. A city full of smog, backstabbing criminals,shady deals in dark forgotten alley ways, a place where you have to always sleep with one eye open, where no one can be truly trusted. But there’s one bright shining light in the darkness of this ,sad little city I call home.
He goes by the name, Batman, a mysterious bat themed vigilante, Who one day spawned from the shadows to fight the darkness that plagues our city.
But I know him better as Batsy which is my cute little nickname for him, my sworn enemy or my playmate in this twisted game we call life, which ever one you prefer. He’s always trying to stop my evil schemes and save the city. How pretentious of him really. He always ruins all of my beautiful chaos with his overrated sense of justice. Hey but that’s life for ya. You try to cause a little chaos and some goody two shoes tries to stop ya.
I was ready to set my next big scheme in action, a fun little game, where I spice up a parade, the cities hosting where I full all of the parade balloons, with my own personal patented brand of laughing gas, it will really put a smile on everyone’s faces, it will be glorious really to see all their laughing,smiling faces, what wonderful chaos it will cause. I’m smiling just thinking about it. I just hope Batman doesn’t come to ruin my perfectly planned scheme.
Again…
But we’ll just have to wait and see won’t we?
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I was sitting on the top of one of Gotham’s buildings roofs, that over looks this sickly cute little parade of theirs, just biting my time until the fun can begin. For the perfect moment to hit the button that was release my patented laughing gas onto all the “ innocent” bystanders watching the parade, with genuine smiles of JOY on their faces.
Like they don’t live in one of the most crime-ridden cities in the world. Like they’re having the time of lives. Little kids holding their mothers hands so the don’t get lost in the chaos of the big crowds, friends smiling and taking selfies together, husbands, and wives holding hands and staring into each other‘s eyes with that look of true love new couples often have. It makes me feel sick just watching them.
For a moment a small part of me wonders what it would’ve been like to have a family who cared about me. To have had parents who didn’t yell at me all the time and told me I was useless a good for nothing, a loser who would never amount to anything. To have had a mother who read me bed time stories and tucked me in bed at night. Instead of always being too drunk to care about anything or anyone, and who wasn’t always too afraid of my father to stop him from treating me like his personal punching bag.
I shake my head trying to rid my mind of those gross sappy little thoughts. Really why was I wondering what my live could have been like if things had been different. I mean what on earth is wrong with me, I am the joker for crying out loud. I revel in chaos. I like my life the way it is, my hardships have made me strong, I would even say invincible even.
But the curiosity drifts the back of my mind, the want for a happier life doesn’t leave my mind entirely, it’s like a a rabid animal, trying to break free from the recesses of my mind. But I can’t focus on that now, I have a plan to put in motion.
I was about to press the button and watch my beautiful plan be set into motion. When I hear a deep brooding voice from behind me. I turned around to see Batman himself in all his brooding glory. With his stupid bat shaped clow sitting on his head, giving him intimidating air about him.
NOT!!!!
His black cape flowing in the slight breeze, like we’re in some stupid cartoon or something, holding one of his bat shaped batterings like he’s preparing for a threat, that could destroy the whole city if he steps on the wrong pebble or something.
The sight is hilarious I have to hold back tears just looking at him. I let out a crazed hysterical laugh. Jumping straight into the banter we usually have before, starting one of our big bad fights. “ Well it’s nice to see you this fine evening, Batsy have you come to stop, one of my beautifully crafted schemes again?” I ask giving him one of my trademark devilish grins. He gives me a glare that could cut through a glass.
But i’m unaffected too used to his murderous glares at this point to be intimidated in the slightest. “ I know what’s you’re up to joker and I’m here to stop you from harming all of those innocent people with your stupid laughing gas!” He says like it’s the most serious thing in the world.
It’s not in my opinion, it’s just a typical Tuesday for us really. “ Oh good for you I was wondering when you’d catch onto my little scheme, you’re so smart Batsy!!!” I tease giving him another one of my devilish smiles. I can see his whole body tensing with pimped up anger. Like he’s trying not to lash out and punch me in the face. It’s hilarious really.
He takes a deep breath and trying to push down his frustration with my stupid little antics. “ Give me that remote or I will make y’all regret Joker!!” He says with his usual seriousness. “Mmmmm, I don’t think so, that wouldn’t be fun, now would it ? Where is your sense of fun Batsy?” I say putting my finger on my chin like I’m deep in thought. “ I am done with your nonsense Joker if you’re not gonna hand over that remote, I’m gonna make you!!” He yells and lunges at me.
Very unsportsmanlike of him, but I’m always down for a good squabble over some dumb remote any day. Bats tries to grab the remote out of my hands, but I’m too fast. I keep dodging him. I’m quite enjoying our game of keep away when he manages to knock the remote out of my hands and we both watch as the remote hits the floor, and skits a few feet away.
I watch in glee , while he watches in horror as a small pebble we kicked up during our fight, bounces and hits the button on the remote we were fighting over. The balloons of the parade floats burst open with a wave of noxious green , laughing gas that oozes out of the parade balloons.
I watch in delight, as people start to cough and wheeze breathing in the laughing gas. But my amusement is not long lived though. I heard a weird whoosh sound and I turned my head just in time to see Batman punch me straight in the face. My vision starts to blur and I start to blackout the last thing I see is Batsy staring down at me, angrier than I’ve ever seen him in my life. I think “that wasn’t very nice….”
Then everything goes BLACK and I pass out ……