Not sure where this one is going yet...
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tinhuvielThe Joker. That cognomen was on the lips of most everyone in Gotham City since the incidences of a few months ago. He seemed to be as popular, even more popular than that prancing vigilante The Batman. People were curious as to who he was, what he was, and where he came from. If you lived in Gotham, or anywhere near this godforsaken city, you knew about the Joker and the Caped Crusader.
You also knew that the Caped Crusader was on the lam from authorities and had lost his popularity for all the chaos he’d instigated during his initial chase after the Joker a couple of months back. People were always so eager to point a finger in order to keep themselves spotless and pious in a world that was comprised of nothing but guilt and the grief that often followed. The Joker clicked his tongue in amusement as he thought about it all, peeking out at the city below him from his tiny room in Arkham. His release date was soon, regardless of anyone knowing it. It was time he got back to doing what he did best: combining gunpowder, dynamite, and gasoline in new and ingenious ways. There was a fourth thing he’d missed during his return to Arkham, and that was sex. He didn’t care how he got it, where he got it, or with whom he got it, sex was at the top of his list. It had been a quarter year and the Joker was chomping at the bit for a little bit of nookie.
And nookie he would have.
The Joker surveyed his city below his tiny meshed and barred window. Oh yes, the city would be his again in every way he could imagine. He would christen his sexy urban beauty with a combination of explosions, fire, blood, and cum and it would beg him for more before he was finished. Not even the Bat would know what to think. In fact, the Joker would begin with the Bat himself, then go from there. Gotham would never be the 6same.
He had heard from his sources on the outside that the Bat was lying low, and was wise to do so. It tickled the Joker to think of Wayne sitting in his great fortress on the hill, almost exactly opposite to Arkham Hill, peering out of his window down at the city full of idiots who now hated his wacky alter-ego. When you peel away all the thin veils of so-called civilization, what you had left was a thundering herd of pitch fork-wielding knuckle-draggers hell-bent on spilling blood. Sooooo let ‘em, the Joker mused. Just let me have a date and blow something up first before they start with the stabbities.
Lifting his large brown eyes from Gotham, the Joker focused on the Wayne Manor in the distance. Freak, he thought to himself. Are you looking at me looking at you? Maybe you need a reminder of one of our first conversations when I warned you about the angry mob turning on freaks who no longer serve their purpose. Maybe you need to come to the realization that birds of a feather flock together, and that bats and clowns have much more in common with each other than they do with any of those fools who inhabit this city.
The Joker dipped his head and squinted his eyes, Willing Wayne to sense his presence on a psychic level. This was the last night the Joker would be in this hell pit of a psychiatric hospital. He’d grown weary of the endless psychoanalysis, group therapy sessions, and off-brand grape gelatin. Could they at least not spare a few extra pennies and buy Jell-O Brand gelatin? The Joker rolled his eyes in frustration and disgust. Arkham Asylum was a joke, and he should know. The Joker knew all about jokes, especially the bad ones. Arkham was planted firmly in that lofty category, shit hole that it was.
There came a tapping, a rapping at the Joker’s chamber door. He hoped it would be Mr. Barney coming with the Joker’s beddie-bye brain scramblers, as if he needed them. “Mister J, I want you on your bed, your back against the wall, and your hands in your lap please,” the voice said.
“Oh yes sir, anything you say sirrrr.” The Joker knew the drill all too well. He shuffled languidly from his perch at the window to his cot in the corner of his cell. The Joker unwound his limbs and placed his hands in his lap, in full view of the nice attendant who subsequently entered the Clown Prince’s cell.
“How you doin’ tonight, Mister J?”
“Oh, I’m doing swimmingleeee, Barney. It’s good to see you back on the night shift for a while. That other bozo they had coming in here was borrrredom incarnat-te.”
“’s’at why you killed him, J?” Barney asked matter-of-factly.
Raising his eyebrows to what seemed far beyond his hairline, the Joker said, “Me? I heard he committed suicide after trying to kill me from sheer borrrredom. No, Barney, no. I didn’t touch the man. Nope, you got the wrong man here.”
With that, the Joker smiled sweetly and twiddled his thumbs.
“Whatever you say, J,” Barney said. “But I’ve never heard of a man killing himself by repeatedly slamming his head into a tile wall. You’d knock yourself out first, and you can’t very well run into a wall once you’ve brained yourself unconscious. Besides, I used to work at an asylum that boasted one of the greatest criminal masterminds in the world. He was so good, he killed a man by actually talking him into swallowing his own tongue. I wouldn’t put such shenanigans like that past you, J. Some may underestimate you, but I ain’t one of ‘em.”
“But am I misunderestimated, Barney? At all? Tell me true, ole buddy ole pal.”
“You’re only misunderestimated by our former prez, Mister J.”
And, with that, the Joker cackled like a granny who’d just found her long lost dentures.
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Date: 2009-04-06 11:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-06 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-06 11:40 am (UTC)And we bailed. Oh, did we bail.
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Date: 2009-04-06 11:45 am (UTC)Not sure.....
Date: 2009-04-06 08:49 pm (UTC)Interesting, an Lecterian twist! Wonder what kind of creative mischief he will be up to once he's out. Saw the movie Hannibal, and was totally baffled when I saw the ending. It is tantamount to changing the ending of Hamlet!
All the Best!
Oleander56
Re: Not sure.....
Date: 2009-04-07 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-07 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-07 01:34 am (UTC)With that ONE sentence, anything is possible!
Date: 2009-04-08 09:33 am (UTC)I WILL read this. I promise.
Re: With that ONE sentence, anything is possible!
Date: 2009-04-08 01:02 pm (UTC)And I can't wait to read more on 'The Impossible Smile.' Gimmegimmegimme!