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THE JOKER: CHAPTER 3

 

"mamma, just killed a man

put a gun against his head

pulled my trigger now his

dead"

Knife versus a gun. Of course, Gun is fast and knife is a smoother one. But I like both. I liked wearing Clown makeup and walk around the city. My superpower, the laugh! whenever I used to see some people laughing. I laughed in front of them. And they used to stop. It was fun. It was getting on my head. I was high on the laugh. But the town wasn't so much fun. I needed some fun. What I had to lose after all? See I'm just a clown I need to spread laughter. Nothing more than that. Ah! coming back to knife versus gun. Just slay your enemy slowly, it was fun, so much fun but not even that much. Gun you see is a better option. Point it at someone and see them getting torn off. And if they try to run kill them. Best game, the best one ever, I have played yet. I think guns are better. Guns are games. And a slaughter a day keeps sadness away!

Gotham was a place that took everything from me. Then we found Gab! Gab was grown up. He was a bit frightened to see me as a clown when I asked him for a gun, like a gentleman. He gave it to me. And then I shot him. Gab was supposed to be dead very early. It was Gab who took me to that Asshole Bob when I was a kid. 

Laughter is the best medicine. The best I knew. Whenever I got sick I used to laugh. Whenever I used to get hurt I used to laugh. But you know, I felt better when I killed Bob and Gab. I didn't know why I felt good when I kill people. Maybe because I get to laugh. I laugh when I kill and I laugh when I get beaten up. So, you could say that not laughter exactly. Slaughter is the best medicine. They call me a psychopath. Yeah, whatever you wish to call me, call me but I am still funnier than you think. 

One day, I got a gig from Police, they asked me to show up at the station and perform. I didn't show up so they took me in their car handcuffed. Taking me to the station they were talking about Gab's murder. They locked me up in a special kind of performance room and I danced and sang them all day. I also laughed. They didn't like that when they started beating me. I got beaten up again. Obviously, I laughed.

OAAHAHAHAHAHOOOAHAHAHAOHAH

Some prisoners were planning to flee away that night when I joined them too. While we escaped, a good man was standing for us with two cars and one biiig truck. I jumped into the car when the siren of police started ringing. They all hurried and we ahead, the police were chasing us. I got Thrilled! they were firing all around when one came from the front and hit the second car. I laughed seeing that when my companion got disgusted. One big question was still running in my veins, WHY SO SERIOUS. All this time it was there. It was like me fighting my childhood self. But who actually cares. They planned to knock out police when they had to tie them up in long string. I took the risk! I am a risk-taker, a very unusual risk-taker. I climbed the window and came out of running car on the truck where I tied that big string. Now jumping back to the car we stretched the string by separating the two vehicles. I asked my companion, "what's the most beautiful thing you have seen?" and....the police car rolled from our string and rolled and rolled and rolled all over and blasted. Our car got unbalanced, with the truck when it just rolled on the side. There was fire all around! people rushing, my companion injured, me laughing, CHAOS! and I loved it. I came out and the first question I heard was 'Why so serious?'. Serious? seriously? All this way I was laughing. Laughing like idiots. But you see the world is filled with assholes which are a special breed of Asses and rats. Asses because they are asses and Rats because they can be killed easily. Joining their group we created Chaos which I loved. Chaos is Chaos. Wherever we went, I was the Agent of Chaos. But he used to ask me all the way, "Why so serious?". Who was he? me. To get the answer I went to my old boss's house and started to play Gun with his wife, and him. His little son was peeping all this from his door and his eyes had tears. I kept on asking, Why Am I Serious? he was begging of mercy. But I didn't give him any of that. And why do you people need mercy when you can't give somebody. Ooh! you don't get what you want, you get what you have made. I gave the two death. Shot them both. Trust me, my shot was better than him. 

Right at the center of the forehead, not on just one prey but the both of them. Their son saw all this and closed the door seeing me. I thought I had no answers to be so serious. So I broke a glass and painted a smile slaying it on my cheeks. And then I entered the room where the kid was frightened and threw the pieces of glass for him. Beautiful! it was the most beautiful thing ever. Now I am always smiling. I am no more Serious! HAHA! but the kid. I feel his pain. Actually, I don't. 

Life is a cycle, it takes you, where you start. I like killing people, and I admire it. I enjoy doing it. But at last, I miss mom and dad. But...Oh! your question was that How I got these scars? well, you have the answer now. 

All it takes is just one bad day!"

"So, what do people call you?" asked the Doctor.

"Joker".

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