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It all began in a small house somewhere in North America on the north coast.
Where a young man called Jack Gunn was chilling at home in his lounge room.
He was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, his PS3 controller was held tight in his hands and he was wearing a driven expression on his face.
He'd been playing his favourite video game Batman Arkham Asylum on his PS3 nearly all morning long.
He was getting towards the end of the games story mode and he had completed nearly all the boss battles except for the Titan Joker. He had to defeat him now.
And he was the final boss!.
After That he would unlock the exclusive armoured bat suit for the challenge maps.
Batman didn't have to do much to beat the Joker, all he had to do was to get him to quickly somersault out of the way in time before the beefed up clown could strike him.
But Jack had one problem.
his problem was that he couldn't get Batman to move away fast enough from those long bony claws and he got hit twice, cutting batman's health bar down to just one percent.
"Oh come on.."
Jack had already suspected this was going to be a fight he wasn't going to win so easily.
"I swear to god if I get attacked by Laughing boy again I am finished with this game" Jack said peering up at the pulsing health meter on the top left corner of the screen
It was now flashing red repeatedly.
"What am I gonna do?".
Jack was getting very nervous now.
"Theres no way I'm going to sit here and Put up with losing all my fucking health, not when it's taken me nearly all morning to get this far."
Jack had already had lot of difficulty getting through the earlier scarecrow levels and poison Ivy's boss battle.
The Joker then suddenly stopped Attacking batman.
"Now what is he doing?". He said keeping an eye on the monster clown
He spun around and hobbled over to the spot he was standing on at the beginning of the battle and leapt nearly 9 feet high on to the platform.
Damn he sure can jump, what does he think he is?, a freaking kangaroo or something?".
Jack was mortified at how high Joker had just hopped.
"be back soon bats I have a city to address, in ya come boys I've softened him up for ya" the mutated Clown sneered as his henchmen flooded the area to finish the Battle.
"You know what Joker screw you, your nothing but a cream pie faced ghoul you and your makeup wearing posse are really starting to piss me off "
he said almost as if he thought they would be able to hear him.
The young man threw out his middle fingers and aimed them at the mutant jester in utter contempt before he found himself glancing up at the health bar again.
He knew very well batman wouldn't stand a chance against The inmates.
Especially not with only one bar of health left.
what was he going to do?.
Now fuming he paused the game before abruptly chucking his controller at his side almost breaking it in the process and he just sat there, sulking and folding his arms, looking rather like a child who Had just been thrown in a time-out.
he wasn't acting like a grownup at all at this moment. He then unpaused the game and decided to just bear with watching the henchmen destroy the last fragment of his precious health.
"Oh I wish I could reach in there and strangle the life out of those men". He then looked up at Joker who was now showing off and striking a pose, his mocking laughter echoing around the area.
"And you," he said pointing at Joker I would gouge out your eyeballs clown". Jack snarled.
The game was over when one of the henchmen aimed a metal pipe at Batman's head and with a quick sideways swipe smashed it into his cowl sending the vigilante hurtling to the wooden floor, that hit also took out the last bit of his health.
Batman was not yet dead but rendered utterly defeated.
at this point Jack who's face was now red as a tomato had to use all his will power to resist himself from hurling the PS3 and its controller straight out the window.
The screen was then covered with screeching bats flying past as it faded to black.
A couple of moments later titan Joker loomed out of the darkness.
his neon green titan filled veins illuminated the Foreground and background.
"Tonight Gotham" he shouted in victory as he came into view, "I have defeated your dear dark knight don't be sad your next!".
he said pointing at the screen. He was obviously pointing to the citizens of Gotham
but to Jack it felt like the Joker was talking to Him himself and mocking him for losing all his health.
this only served to make him more mad.
Jack quickly Got up and walked to his television screen then took out both his middle fingers again and pressed them up against the screen.
"I don't want to see your ugly ass face on my screen again" He growled with hatred.
In a huff He then turned off the tv but accidentally left the PS3 on.
Jack sometimes forgot to turn off things when he was supposed to.
This was one of his bad habits.
little did he know that leaving the electronic device on for too long would have a much worse effect on him then just anger.
the hatred he felt for the Joker combined with the electronic device would soon be manifesting themselves together into something more then just a effect of his anger.
A coworker once told him if you keep dwelling on hating the Joker you might become him.
Jack was beginning to feel tired.
He walked over to his orange sofa
and plonked down in it.
he sat for a minute before he started to Think back
to his worst childhood memory and why he hated the Joker so very much.
when he was just an eight year old boy in elementary school he was having lots of issues and problems.
Other kids Usually made fun of him because he was quiet shy and timid, his teacher miss Lorraine wasn't very supportive of him.
She would always criticise his work and tell him he wasn't doing well enough.
but Jack had a lot of trouble focusing on school work when the other kids were throwing things at him and calling him names.
He Had to sit out in the hall once for telling another boy who called him a weirdo to go get stuffed.
and the other kid got off scot free.
it was no wonder he hated going there in the first place.
Jack also had to endure bullying from another student.. For at least 4 years.
His name was Ricardo Lewis.
he was one of the students next to Jacks class and whenever he saw Jack he would trip him over or pinch his nose shut with his Fingers.
Ricardo was at least 10 years old, had blonde hair and was taller then Jack by about two feet.
he also was slightly chubby and had freckles on his nose and was missing a bottom tooth.
He was one of those kids with psychopathic tendencies. But no one but his family knew he was like this.
he always bullied Jack and the other students when there were no teachers around.
such as on the bus, the locker rooms, and the restrooms.
After last time he picked on Jack he would never get away with it again.
It was a mildly cloudy day in the school while little Jack was sitting all alone at a bench eating his recess while the kids played games and just mucked about and had fun.
Ricardo saw him all alone from across the school yard.
he carefuly checked around to make sure the teachers were not watching before he made his move.
Jack about to take a bite of his lettuce and ham sandwich when he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and thrown off the bench seat onto the grass, hitting the ground hard.
Jack got up in a daze spitting dirt out of his mouth, his little hands moved to his forehead, he felt a swollen lump there from his painful landing.
As he slowly looked up he saw Ricardo grinning down at him.
He was putting something on his head that would have Jack begging for mercy.
The bully was wearing an hideous latex Joker mask with huge yellow teeth and messy forest green hair stitched to the back of it.
the red lips were splattered around the edges of the huge mouth like splotches of blood.
"Hey little Baby do you like my new face?" He teased getting right up in poor Jacks terrified face before letting loose with a loud jokerish laugh causing the boy to sob in terror.
"No-no! take it off! take the mask off!, Please!! I don't like it" Jack cried trying to cover his face with his hands.
But Ricardo just ripped The younger boys hands cruelly from his face and went closer till they were nearly touching noses, "No no, no hands" he chided.
you are going to look at my scary mask! look at it!!" he shouted grabbing and squeezing Jacks hands so tightly till they nearly snapped like twigs.
His eyes filled with tears his little heart started thumping so fast it felt like it was gonna shoot straight out of his chest then it slowed down and Jack did something astonishing.
He unsteadily got to his feet stood up looked Ricardo straight in the eye hole of the mask and said.
"I, said, take it, off!!!!" He yelled so loud so that the teachers or students hopefully would come over and see what the hecks going on.
Ricardo was really mad now, an eight year old was not only suddenly standing up to him he was trying to get him into huge trouble, to him that just wouldn't be fair.
So he decided to do something to him that would be much worse then just scaring him much much worse.
he was gonna terminate the poor kid.
He without warning reached his hand out and grabbed the younger kid by the neck
squeezing tighter with every noise the younger boy.
"listen here wimp the more you try to call out for the dumb teachers the more blue your face is gonna turn, you die then I rip your puny little head off got it?"
Jack was just abut to gasp out yes
when the school principle then saw what was happening.
"Ricardo Lewis!!! Shouted the principle, You are expelled for life, come over here this instant!!". Ricardo flinched and dropped Jack on the ground before skulking over to the furious principle.
just then the bell went and all the kids rushed into their classrooms all except for Ricardo and Jack.
The school principal grabbed Ricardo by the arm like he did with Jack and walked him to his class. "Im going to have to tell your mum Ricardo, that you are not ever coming back this is just.. unspeakable we don't ever try and kill other students in this school not ever.
"come with me".
as he was dragged into the principles office the two boys saw each other for possibly the last time.
Jack poked his tongue out at Ricardo and smiled.
"yeah well you asked for it".
Ricardo grounded his teeth together and flipped him off while the principle was not paying attention.
"you- you are so dead Gunn if I ever see your stupid face again I'm going to rip it off and mail it to your family". Ricardo said swearing terrible vengeance as he was pulled into the principles office.
Jack walked over to his classroom Massaging his neck one of the nicer teachers who was extremely concerned about him ran over and asked him about what happened in the playground.
when Jack said that Ricardo had grabbed him by the neck and tried to Kill him by strangulation she said to him that he has nothing to worry about because Ricardos never coming back to school again.
Jack thought his problems were finally over when the other kids suddenly surrounded him with praise and kindness for his bravery and of course eliminating the problem of Ricardo permanently.
Jack felt happy with himself for the rest of the day.
but then bad two things happened and his life then took a turn for the worst.
after enduring a terrible nightmare that night about Ricardos Joker mask attaching itself to his face and making him into a unremorseful psychopath Jack winded up not only fearing but outright hating the Joker.
Jack with extreme guilt for keeping what happened at school a secret eventually caved in and told his dad what happened the day Ricardo got expelled even though he wanted no one except the teachers to know.
The next day he got some awful dreadful news from his dad.
"Son I'm afraid to tell you this... but your mum was in in a car accident"... And she passed away they could not save her I- I'm so sorry son".
He and his father cried into each others arms and shared a long hug and after that He locked himself in his bedroom layed on his bed and stayed in there all night long.
"I hate my life!" Jack screamed, his tear stained face hidden in his pillow.
he still thought about his mother alot and sometimes wished he was the one who died in the car crash not her.
Jack with extreme guilt for keeping a secret eventually caved in and told his dad what happened the day Ricardo got expelled even though he wanted no one except the teachers to know.
His teenage years weren't much better then his boyhood, after all that bullying he endured he then had to deal with issues like puberty and acne and trying to get a girlfriend, which wasn't easy for him.
And just to add salt to the wound he did get a girlfriend eventually.
but their relationship just didn't last.
She had loved him very much but eventually she grew tired of him and told him she was moving away without telling him where she was going.
but in actuality she had found someone new.
Jack didn't think his life could get any worse but it would.
"why did she leave anyway?" He said sometimes when he thought about her.
He was a 26 year old man in his prime. He had chocolate brown hair with just a little but sticking out above his forehead. His face was smooth and clean shaven with no stubble in sight and he also had clear blue eyes.
he was at least the height of an average adult man, with a thin body and he frequently wore blue jeans and his favorite blue shirt
with a big yellow star on it.
He was normally calm and rarely chatty and the only times he yelled was when he got really angry or scared.
Jack was also big fan of the 80s due to having grown up in the era as a boy.
He sometimes liked to spend his time watching cartoons whenever he wasn't at work.
At work Jack had a simple job Working in a office, it was dull and boring but at least he got good pay.
He lived alone mostly because he just couldn't take another girl leaving him heart broken again.
Sitting in his comfy chair he picked up the tv
Remote and turned the television back on.
He changed the station to a movie channel.
He was the kinda guy who preferred to watch action movies like the avengers and iron man.
as he started to relax, his left arm felt itchy and clammy.
Jack whined as he started scratching frantically at his skin
Oooh, those goddamn mosquitos, their biting me again".
But it wasn't Mosquitos, It was too cold for Them to be around.
after a full minute of rubbing and scratching his arms He gave up, when he saw that his flesh was looking rather inflamed.
Jack then started to feel tired and decided to catch up on the sleep he missed earlier.
After a bit he then began to have a dream.
One where he would finally get sweet good revenge on his childhood enemy for the torment he had caused him in his childhood.
But little did he know the dream was not going to go the way he'd imagined it.
The dream began with Ricardo all grown up and Jack also grown up standing away on opposite sides of each other in an vacant playground. the only sound being the cold wind blowing and the occasional Twitter of a bird somewhere.
"Well looky here, little Wimpy Jacks all grown up". Ricardo taunted.
"Im not wimpy you jerk face". Jack spat back.
Ricardo smug expression changed, and he was taken aback, but not by Jacks rare moment of bravery.
As for Jack he was just standing there... Smiling and it wasn't his regular smile either. Not that jack smiled much at all.
He was grinning to his full extent, all his teeth were showing, Ricardo stood there now frozen in place and began to literally shake in his shoes.
Before the bully could say a word Jack had suddenly produced out of nowhere two sharp knifes from behind his back and charged at him like an enraged bull.
Ricardo didn't move.
Jack leapt into the air with a cat like air and thrust the knifes straight into the flesh of the other mans legs.
one by one the tips of the weapons Sliced into Ricardo's knee caps
paralysing him in the process blood dripped in a stream down his legs as he began to feel woozy from all the blood he was losing.
He fell to the floor on to his back shrieking in pain like some trapped wild animal.
In complete utter panic he desperately tried to rip out the knifes that were sticking out of his blood soaked legs.
The last thing he saw before slipping away was Jack looming over him, that unnatural looking voracious grin still plastered on to his face.
As Ricardo slowly looked up before succumbing to his wounds he examined Jacks evil expression and saw someone in it he recognised.
Then with a final dying breath he choked out "you-your the.. Jo- Joke- Jokerrrr.... And the very last thing he ever heard was the sound of Jack laughing triumphantly mixed with the sounds of an clown cackling maniacally.
The younger man still grinning raised a foot and stomped it down on Ricardos still corpse, his loud unrestrained laughter continuing to echo around the playground.
They were then abruptly replaced with the piercing loud yelling and screaming of Jacks voice as he woke up from his horrible dream dripping with sweat, his heart pounding like a fist knocking on a door in his chest.
never in his life had he dreamed about killing someone, let alone acting like, well the Joker.
this started to really freak him the hell out and his mind filled with tons of questions and thoughts about why he wanted to kill Ricardo in his dream rather then just beating the jerk up.
"Why the fuck would I dream about that?!!" And why was I behaving exactly like that ugly clown?. While he said these words his voice had a distinctive higher pitch to it and it sounded unusually raspy. perhaps rather like a certain super villain he hated so very much. But he only just started to notice this and things were about escalate into something much worse then that.
Jack was so concerned about his horrific dream that he barely even noticed the white patches forming on his hands. A disturbance overtook him as he pressed his hands against his face. To his horror he felt that his nose was noticeably longer and pointier. His hands crawled to his hair which for a reason unknown to him took a smooth shape he never felt on his head before.
"Am I going crazy today? Or Is it...Huh? M-my hands! What the fuckin' fuck!" He released his hands from his hair and finally noticed their visible change. With a jolt he got off his couch and dashed for the bathroom feeling sick on the inside, rubbing his face and noticed its change in shape as more definite.
He halted his advance in the hallway and felt his face as it sunk in. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked himself in panic. The voice that came from his mouth was enough to make him cover it with his white hands which were getting more spindly. That memorable voice terrified him coming from his mouth.
He looked into his bathroom mirror before his head even passed the doorframe. Upon seeing his reflection his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. At first he didn't want to see his reflection at all, but his eyes would not turn away. He stared squarely at his reflection and began hyperventilating ever more intensely.
He thought it was a mask or makeup so he tugged at his skin "Why? Why won't this come off?" and wiped it with a hot wet cloth. "Come on already!" He growled in his new voice. After several attempts he finally gave up.
Jack didn't like what he was seeing one bit. He hoped desperately that he was only dreaming. He slapped himself, pulled his hair, and pinched himself. He didn't wake up.
He looked into his reflection again. His face white as paper. His eyes green as emeralds. His lips red as blood, but longer and curved as if he were smiling. By this point he almost looked exactly like the Arkham Asylum Joker. Jack clenched his chest bearing a hammering heart as he watched the change continue.
Jack witnessed his hair turning greener by the second. Only streaks of its natural brown remained and were disappearing fast.
The final stages of his transformation occurred as He stood there in shock with dilated pupils, and grew two inches taller. All it took was a stretch of his chin and the transformation was complete. He had become the Joker...almost.
He now found himself staring at the one character he feared as an eight year old boy, and now hated as a 26 year old man.
Jack or Joker put his cold white hands on his reflection and just stared at it, then after a moment he hung his head.
"This is all my fault, no, this isn't my fault its, its all the PS3s fault this wouldn't have even happened if I had never bought that piece of electronic garbage in the first place!!".
he sputtered in total exasperation. He stared at the mirror for a second. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he balled his hand into a fist, and reared it back.
With a ferocious thrust he demolished the mirror in intent to pummel his own reflection in resentment and despair. Glass flew everywhere. He screamed and howled in the same emotions as the the tiniest fragments of glass cut into his skin. He didn't notice the shards breaking into smaller pieces on the sink and blue tile floor.
He stood there frozen for a second, and looked down at the broken bits of glass twinkling on the tiles. His reflection stared back at him from every piece. Pools of tears began to spill out of his new green eyes. He dropped to the floor causing the shards to stick themselves in his knees. He buried his new face in his pale hands.
Jack/Joker began to think long and hard about how different his life would be now that he had just become the very character he hated,
Albeit with his own mind and memories still lingering around.
He got up and stared in shock at the damage and chaos he had caused to his own bathroom.
"Gee I can't believe it, I just did this?" he said before carefully picking up the biggest shard of glass he could find in the sink and slowly observing his reflection for the 100th time.
In a snap of revolt he threw the fragment to the ground and shattered it into pieces smaller than the ones already on the floor.
He may have very well been the Joker on the outside now. But on the inside he was still very much the same Jack.
However he wasn't going to be that way for long. His mind was now beginning to start its own transformation at that very moment.
Jack/Joker suddenly felt a horrible squeezing pain in the frontal lobe of his brain as it began to squish and reshape its form as if it were being kneaded like a ball of clay.
"Augh! Aaagh! Ugh, my god! What the heck...is happening now?, Oh, Ooh my brain it's killing MEEEE!" he gripped his hair tightly with both of his hands almost ripping them out of his head, crying out in agony. His head was swimming with all kinds of wrong sensations as he stumbled into the doorframe. Ouch!
Even though he couldn't actually see inside his own head and peer at what was happening to his mind. The very nerve endings in his brain began to block off and compensate with opening other paths in the system. His mind slowly took the shape of that of the Joker.
In a state of complete horror, Jack was beginning to realise what was happening when his thoughts were suddenly being shifted in his new Joker brain. He found himself laughing manically with a number of corpses strewn at his feet.
He tried several ways to prevent himself from losing his sanity and going full Joker, including banging his head on the wall repeatedly which only served to make his pain worse. It was just no use.
He could then feel his face start twitch into a smile. While Jokers evil personality started seeping in. "No! No! I won't let this happen! I'll kill because it's funny! HA HA! No! I don't want to kill anyone!".
With all his might he tried desperately to pull his face back into a frightened expression, but to his dismay the smile recovered before any progress could truly be made.
"Heh heh, I won't be the Joker!" Jack said.
"Yes! Yes you will, heh heh!" Joker replied.
"Yo-you c-can't make me! Heh heh. Please, no-hoo hoo-hoo!" Jack denied.
In a battle of the minds, both Jack and joker laughed at uncontrollable volume shifts.
Jokers hands began to shake and quiver as his insanity bubbled up and filled up his head like a shaken bottle of carbonated water before he began letting out his famous cacophony of shrieking laughter.
Whilst at it he blindly threw his fists about denting fist sized holes in the walls. The jiprock fell almost silently to the ground as Joker headed to the lounge room, filling the air with his cackling.
He headed for the front door, opened it so swiftly it nearly popped clean off its hinges, and walked outside, slamming the door so loud that just about everyone in the neighbourhood could hear it.
Jack Gunn the young man who had a good heart but few friends. The man who bawled like a baby when he saw his new form in the mirror was now nothing more then a super villain. He was now The clown prince of crime, the jester of genocide, and the sharp thorn in Batman's side. He was also a man who brought murder with him nearly everywhere he went.
After taking a breath of the fresh air outside Joker looked around the street, feeling puzzled about where he was.
"This doesn't look like Gotham City. Where am I? I would normally be restrained in my cell in the mad house right about now." The next thing he did was look down at his current attire. He began to pick and stretch the fabric. "And this doesn't look like my lovely purple suit." he added.
He then whirled around to look at the house he was standing in front of.
"And this doesn't look like one of my hideouts. And where the heck is Harley?" he commented.
He looked from left to right and started calling for his faithful hench girl.
"Harley? Harley!" There was no response "Yoo-hoo! Oh Harley girl! Darling! Your dear Mr. J could use your assistance right now!" the Joker called out.
"Harley!"
Then just as Joker was about to try and scream out Harley again, a man in a white singlet came jogging by the house he was standing at.
When he spotted the clown he found it hard not to laugh, "Oh my god! That...that guy looks like a horror movie clown." the man said, snickering to himself.
"Hey pennywise! Yoo-hoo! Hey, freak show!" he shouted at the clown. "Don't ya have a clue that your not at the circus or something?" At this the Jokers head snapped in the mans direction.
"Pardon me?" he bristled. "Did I just hear you call me a Freak show?"
"Well I just think you shouldn't be wearing clown makeup out in pub-" before he could say another word, The Joker was angrily marching over to him.
"You!" the Joker began. "...a snivelling little worm like you, actually had the guts to call me a freak show?".
"I'm, I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I was just having a... joke?" the man grinned sheepishly realising that he probably just pissed off the wrong person.
Jokers frown then turned into a delighted smile. He was scaring him good, that's what he wanted.
"Tsk-tsk, You know, I would normally kill men for saying that but I might let you go just this once."
The man blew a sigh of relief. "Phew he's not going to kill me after all thank goodness." But just as the man was about to walk away, the Joker grabbed the man by the back of his singlet and pulled him back in front of him.
"I do apologize for this. I'm afraid I can't let you leave just yet. I need you to do me a little favour." the villain said calmly while at the same time trying to look friendly.
"Su-sure what do you need me to do?" the man said trying to avoid eye contact with the crazed clown.
"I would be more than happy to spare you if you would be so kind as to tell me...where. we. are."
The man was intimidated by his creepy appearance. "This clown shouldn't be roaming the streets, he should locked up in the looney bin." the man thought fearfully.
Joker straightened himself up. "You have about 10 seconds. Should you fail to tell me every little detail before I reach 10, it won't be funny for you." he said with menace lacing his tone.
The man knew he would have to act quick if he wanted to live.
"1" Joker began.
"we, we are in..."
"2"
"Ne-new York"
"3"
"at street..."
"4"
"Oh, Oh what's the name again?"
"I'm up to 5 you better wanna hurry".
"oh why can't I remember?, please give me a moment" the man begged.
"Ooh, 6! I love this number. HEE-HEE."
"Oh, please! I'm begging you!"
"ehhh.. wrong answer"
"Can't you stop counting for 1 minute?"
"7. Sevens a lucky number, for me".
"Oh! I remember! I remember! It's Newtown Avenue!"
"Oh, So sorry buddy, but you got to tell me more."
"What? Are you kidding me?"
"8 tick-tock tick-tock. Here's comes the dead clock."
"I, I.. forfeit!"
"Forfeit? You can't forfeit, your not even done. And look, here comes Mr. 9. Say hello, 9."
"No!"
"9! Sigh, what a shame,"
"What are you gonna do to me?"
"Excuse me sir, No interrupting the game, please."
"But..."
"No buts! Oh that reminds me, 10! Time's up!"
"He's going to kill me."
The man covered his eyes and prepared for his demise, or whatever was going to happen to him.
Nothing happened.
Joker just stood there smiling, but not reaching for a weapon of any kind.
"Aren't you going hurt me or something?" The confused man asked.
"What, hurt you?" the Joker said, mocking his astonishment. "Of course not. I never said I wanna hurt you." he said
"Really?" the man asked.
"Oh yes, my pal! I was just joking. I'm a real joker, you know?".
The man smiled. He was still nervous. "Does that mean I can go now?".
"Sure, go on. Get out of my sight!" the Joker waved a white hand shooing him away.
But as the man turned around to leave, the Joker smiled cruelly at him and pursued the man.
The man walked across the road casually, whistling a tune, unaware that he was being shadowed by the clown.
By the time he was on the other side, he felt a sudden chill.
he whipped his head around and saw that the Joker was not standing at the spot he was before.
"Oh, I do hope that clowns is indeed gone, I really thought that creep was going to kill me for a sec back there." the man said quietly. Still oblivious to the maniacs presence.
The next thing he heard was heavy breathing.
The man turned around again. He still saw nothing as it went quiet again.
He decided to fasten his pace, and walked quicker.
Just just before he could break into a run, he heard a voice.
"Hello friend!" the man spun around and nearly soiled his pants when he found himself face to face with the smiling Joker.
Before he could utter a word or run away, Joker had lunged forward and ripped off the mans singlet in one quick pull.
The helpless man stood there shirtless, shivering in fear and feeling the cold air brush against his flesh, not knowing what was going to happen to him.
Joker stood there scrunching the singlet into a squished up ball.
"Hey! You can't do that! That's my... MMMPH!" The man was cut off by the Joker forcibly shoving the clothing into his wide open mouth.
He then grabbed the mans hands so he couldn't pull the mangled singlet out of his mouth to stop himself from choking to death.
"Ah ah," the Joker scolded "Didn't your mummy tell you not to talk like that?"
The joker closed his eyes and tentatively reached down and grabbed the heavily breathing mans nose twisted it to the side and with a loud crack, broke it like it was made of styrofoam so that he couldn't breath out of his nose either.
"MMMPPH! MMMPH!" the man tried to get a word out but he couldn't, and he now knew the clowns evil intentions.
"How rude! Talking with your mouthful! You have no manners whatsoever." the Joker hissed roughly, pushing him to the ground as the helpless man tried to crawl away, before stomping hard on one of his hands, crushing it with his foot.
The man screamed as loud as he could through his obstructed mouth, hoping someone would able to hear him.
"You've been a naughty boy, trying to rat me out like that. I will now have to make your pain worse." he slapped him in the face with his own uncrippled hand 3 times.
SMACK! "Why are ya hitting yourself?".
SMACK! "Why are ya hitting yourself?".
SMACK! "Why are ya hitting yourself?" the Joker cackled.
The man now had a black eye, and 3 ghastly inflamed marks on his face.
The man started to cry, he wished badly that he was safely at home warm in bed watching tv, not lying on the grass dying of suffocation beside a psycho maniac clown man. Tears were beginning to stream out of his eyes. His broken hand ached and throbbed in agony. His fractured nose was gored with blood.
The man moaned quietly, weakly looking up one last time at his killer, giving him a look of pure hate. Jokers hands were on his hips with his long legs bent and he was grinning down at him.
Joker liked to make people suffer. It was one of his favourite things to do. He found it amusing, and at this moment not even the tiniest hint of his previous form and mind remained.
Joker could clearly see how much the man was suffering and gave him a softer expression, albeit a fake one.
"Look here buddy, I know I said I wasn't going to hurt you, but I never said I wasn't going to kill you." the Joker said as if he was happily chatting away to an old friend.
the only thoughts running through the dying mans head at this point were "I knew I never should have trusted you." he suddenly let out one faint groan of pain.
"Whats that? The Joker said brightly, cupping his hand to his left ear. You know I can't hear you. You might need to get that dirty thing out of your mouth. It muffles your voice. You sound like you're underwater." Joker mocked before letting out a loud laugh.
The poor exhausted man struggled for a bit before wheezing out one last faint sob before his face hit the grass. His breathing ended. He now let on the ground, dead.
Joker reached down, picked up the fresh corpse.
"Hmmm, You're missing something, but what is it?" the Joker puzzled.
"That's it!" the Joker said with a snap of his long fingers. "You need a smile."
First he wrenched the blood and drool soaked singlet from the mans mouth, and tossed it behind him, leaving evidence of his crime. He inched his hand to the mans blood soaked nose, and carefully dipped his finger in the Crimson liquid. He painted a grisly smile across the mans mouth.
He threw the mans body over his shoulder and looked around for a place to dump him.
He set his beady little green eyes on a black dumpster just outside someone's house.
"Eureka!" he said as he sauntered over to the dumpster. He lifted the lid with one arm, and chucked the body in with the other. He slammed the lid so loudly he woke up the neighbourhood. He didn't care.
"I left a little present for you." he sniggered quietly.
A young woman who just happened to be walking across the road saw the most unusual sight.
She saw what looked like a young man wearing clown makeup and a green wig in a blue shirt slamming a dumpster lid outside a house while giggling to himself before running into another house as if he was trying to hide from someone.
The woman raised an eyebrow before shrugging it off and heading over to her own house "Hoodlums, Probably just some teenager who likes to play dress up when he's not allowed to." the woman mused to herself unaware that the Joker managed to get a glimpse of her, thinking she looked a bit familiar, perhaps it was her blonde hair and pretty young facial features which reminded him of his hench wench Harley Quinn, or in Jacks tiny memories his ex girlfriend Amanda.
He shrugged off the thoughts and ran into his new hideout, slamming the door.
The man who lived at the house with the black dumpster would get a really nasty surprise the next morning when he took out the garbage.
Where a young man called Jack Gunn was chilling at home in his lounge room.
He was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, his PS3 controller was held tight in his hands and he was wearing a driven expression on his face.
He'd been playing his favourite video game Batman Arkham Asylum on his PS3 nearly all morning long.
He was getting towards the end of the games story mode and he had completed nearly all the boss battles except for the Titan Joker. He had to defeat him now.
And he was the final boss!.
After That he would unlock the exclusive armoured bat suit for the challenge maps.
Batman didn't have to do much to beat the Joker, all he had to do was to get him to quickly somersault out of the way in time before the beefed up clown could strike him.
But Jack had one problem.
his problem was that he couldn't get Batman to move away fast enough from those long bony claws and he got hit twice, cutting batman's health bar down to just one percent.
"Oh come on.."
Jack had already suspected this was going to be a fight he wasn't going to win so easily.
"I swear to god if I get attacked by Laughing boy again I am finished with this game" Jack said peering up at the pulsing health meter on the top left corner of the screen
It was now flashing red repeatedly.
"What am I gonna do?".
Jack was getting very nervous now.
"Theres no way I'm going to sit here and Put up with losing all my fucking health, not when it's taken me nearly all morning to get this far."
Jack had already had lot of difficulty getting through the earlier scarecrow levels and poison Ivy's boss battle.
The Joker then suddenly stopped Attacking batman.
"Now what is he doing?". He said keeping an eye on the monster clown
He spun around and hobbled over to the spot he was standing on at the beginning of the battle and leapt nearly 9 feet high on to the platform.
Damn he sure can jump, what does he think he is?, a freaking kangaroo or something?".
Jack was mortified at how high Joker had just hopped.
"be back soon bats I have a city to address, in ya come boys I've softened him up for ya" the mutated Clown sneered as his henchmen flooded the area to finish the Battle.
"You know what Joker screw you, your nothing but a cream pie faced ghoul you and your makeup wearing posse are really starting to piss me off "
he said almost as if he thought they would be able to hear him.
The young man threw out his middle fingers and aimed them at the mutant jester in utter contempt before he found himself glancing up at the health bar again.
He knew very well batman wouldn't stand a chance against The inmates.
Especially not with only one bar of health left.
what was he going to do?.
Now fuming he paused the game before abruptly chucking his controller at his side almost breaking it in the process and he just sat there, sulking and folding his arms, looking rather like a child who Had just been thrown in a time-out.
he wasn't acting like a grownup at all at this moment. He then unpaused the game and decided to just bear with watching the henchmen destroy the last fragment of his precious health.
"Oh I wish I could reach in there and strangle the life out of those men". He then looked up at Joker who was now showing off and striking a pose, his mocking laughter echoing around the area.
"And you," he said pointing at Joker I would gouge out your eyeballs clown". Jack snarled.
The game was over when one of the henchmen aimed a metal pipe at Batman's head and with a quick sideways swipe smashed it into his cowl sending the vigilante hurtling to the wooden floor, that hit also took out the last bit of his health.
Batman was not yet dead but rendered utterly defeated.
at this point Jack who's face was now red as a tomato had to use all his will power to resist himself from hurling the PS3 and its controller straight out the window.
The screen was then covered with screeching bats flying past as it faded to black.
A couple of moments later titan Joker loomed out of the darkness.
his neon green titan filled veins illuminated the Foreground and background.
"Tonight Gotham" he shouted in victory as he came into view, "I have defeated your dear dark knight don't be sad your next!".
he said pointing at the screen. He was obviously pointing to the citizens of Gotham
but to Jack it felt like the Joker was talking to Him himself and mocking him for losing all his health.
this only served to make him more mad.
Jack quickly Got up and walked to his television screen then took out both his middle fingers again and pressed them up against the screen.
"I don't want to see your ugly ass face on my screen again" He growled with hatred.
In a huff He then turned off the tv but accidentally left the PS3 on.
Jack sometimes forgot to turn off things when he was supposed to.
This was one of his bad habits.
little did he know that leaving the electronic device on for too long would have a much worse effect on him then just anger.
the hatred he felt for the Joker combined with the electronic device would soon be manifesting themselves together into something more then just a effect of his anger.
A coworker once told him if you keep dwelling on hating the Joker you might become him.
Jack was beginning to feel tired.
He walked over to his orange sofa
and plonked down in it.
he sat for a minute before he started to Think back
to his worst childhood memory and why he hated the Joker so very much.
when he was just an eight year old boy in elementary school he was having lots of issues and problems.
Other kids Usually made fun of him because he was quiet shy and timid, his teacher miss Lorraine wasn't very supportive of him.
She would always criticise his work and tell him he wasn't doing well enough.
but Jack had a lot of trouble focusing on school work when the other kids were throwing things at him and calling him names.
He Had to sit out in the hall once for telling another boy who called him a weirdo to go get stuffed.
and the other kid got off scot free.
it was no wonder he hated going there in the first place.
Jack also had to endure bullying from another student.. For at least 4 years.
His name was Ricardo Lewis.
he was one of the students next to Jacks class and whenever he saw Jack he would trip him over or pinch his nose shut with his Fingers.
Ricardo was at least 10 years old, had blonde hair and was taller then Jack by about two feet.
he also was slightly chubby and had freckles on his nose and was missing a bottom tooth.
He was one of those kids with psychopathic tendencies. But no one but his family knew he was like this.
he always bullied Jack and the other students when there were no teachers around.
such as on the bus, the locker rooms, and the restrooms.
After last time he picked on Jack he would never get away with it again.
It was a mildly cloudy day in the school while little Jack was sitting all alone at a bench eating his recess while the kids played games and just mucked about and had fun.
Ricardo saw him all alone from across the school yard.
he carefuly checked around to make sure the teachers were not watching before he made his move.
Jack about to take a bite of his lettuce and ham sandwich when he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and thrown off the bench seat onto the grass, hitting the ground hard.
Jack got up in a daze spitting dirt out of his mouth, his little hands moved to his forehead, he felt a swollen lump there from his painful landing.
As he slowly looked up he saw Ricardo grinning down at him.
He was putting something on his head that would have Jack begging for mercy.
The bully was wearing an hideous latex Joker mask with huge yellow teeth and messy forest green hair stitched to the back of it.
the red lips were splattered around the edges of the huge mouth like splotches of blood.
"Hey little Baby do you like my new face?" He teased getting right up in poor Jacks terrified face before letting loose with a loud jokerish laugh causing the boy to sob in terror.
"No-no! take it off! take the mask off!, Please!! I don't like it" Jack cried trying to cover his face with his hands.
But Ricardo just ripped The younger boys hands cruelly from his face and went closer till they were nearly touching noses, "No no, no hands" he chided.
you are going to look at my scary mask! look at it!!" he shouted grabbing and squeezing Jacks hands so tightly till they nearly snapped like twigs.
His eyes filled with tears his little heart started thumping so fast it felt like it was gonna shoot straight out of his chest then it slowed down and Jack did something astonishing.
He unsteadily got to his feet stood up looked Ricardo straight in the eye hole of the mask and said.
"I, said, take it, off!!!!" He yelled so loud so that the teachers or students hopefully would come over and see what the hecks going on.
Ricardo was really mad now, an eight year old was not only suddenly standing up to him he was trying to get him into huge trouble, to him that just wouldn't be fair.
So he decided to do something to him that would be much worse then just scaring him much much worse.
he was gonna terminate the poor kid.
He without warning reached his hand out and grabbed the younger kid by the neck
squeezing tighter with every noise the younger boy.
"listen here wimp the more you try to call out for the dumb teachers the more blue your face is gonna turn, you die then I rip your puny little head off got it?"
Jack was just abut to gasp out yes
when the school principle then saw what was happening.
"Ricardo Lewis!!! Shouted the principle, You are expelled for life, come over here this instant!!". Ricardo flinched and dropped Jack on the ground before skulking over to the furious principle.
just then the bell went and all the kids rushed into their classrooms all except for Ricardo and Jack.
The school principal grabbed Ricardo by the arm like he did with Jack and walked him to his class. "Im going to have to tell your mum Ricardo, that you are not ever coming back this is just.. unspeakable we don't ever try and kill other students in this school not ever.
"come with me".
as he was dragged into the principles office the two boys saw each other for possibly the last time.
Jack poked his tongue out at Ricardo and smiled.
"yeah well you asked for it".
Ricardo grounded his teeth together and flipped him off while the principle was not paying attention.
"you- you are so dead Gunn if I ever see your stupid face again I'm going to rip it off and mail it to your family". Ricardo said swearing terrible vengeance as he was pulled into the principles office.
Jack walked over to his classroom Massaging his neck one of the nicer teachers who was extremely concerned about him ran over and asked him about what happened in the playground.
when Jack said that Ricardo had grabbed him by the neck and tried to Kill him by strangulation she said to him that he has nothing to worry about because Ricardos never coming back to school again.
Jack thought his problems were finally over when the other kids suddenly surrounded him with praise and kindness for his bravery and of course eliminating the problem of Ricardo permanently.
Jack felt happy with himself for the rest of the day.
but then bad two things happened and his life then took a turn for the worst.
after enduring a terrible nightmare that night about Ricardos Joker mask attaching itself to his face and making him into a unremorseful psychopath Jack winded up not only fearing but outright hating the Joker.
Jack with extreme guilt for keeping what happened at school a secret eventually caved in and told his dad what happened the day Ricardo got expelled even though he wanted no one except the teachers to know.
The next day he got some awful dreadful news from his dad.
"Son I'm afraid to tell you this... but your mum was in in a car accident"... And she passed away they could not save her I- I'm so sorry son".
He and his father cried into each others arms and shared a long hug and after that He locked himself in his bedroom layed on his bed and stayed in there all night long.
"I hate my life!" Jack screamed, his tear stained face hidden in his pillow.
he still thought about his mother alot and sometimes wished he was the one who died in the car crash not her.
Jack with extreme guilt for keeping a secret eventually caved in and told his dad what happened the day Ricardo got expelled even though he wanted no one except the teachers to know.
His teenage years weren't much better then his boyhood, after all that bullying he endured he then had to deal with issues like puberty and acne and trying to get a girlfriend, which wasn't easy for him.
And just to add salt to the wound he did get a girlfriend eventually.
but their relationship just didn't last.
She had loved him very much but eventually she grew tired of him and told him she was moving away without telling him where she was going.
but in actuality she had found someone new.
Jack didn't think his life could get any worse but it would.
"why did she leave anyway?" He said sometimes when he thought about her.
He was a 26 year old man in his prime. He had chocolate brown hair with just a little but sticking out above his forehead. His face was smooth and clean shaven with no stubble in sight and he also had clear blue eyes.
he was at least the height of an average adult man, with a thin body and he frequently wore blue jeans and his favorite blue shirt
with a big yellow star on it.
He was normally calm and rarely chatty and the only times he yelled was when he got really angry or scared.
Jack was also big fan of the 80s due to having grown up in the era as a boy.
He sometimes liked to spend his time watching cartoons whenever he wasn't at work.
At work Jack had a simple job Working in a office, it was dull and boring but at least he got good pay.
He lived alone mostly because he just couldn't take another girl leaving him heart broken again.
Sitting in his comfy chair he picked up the tv
Remote and turned the television back on.
He changed the station to a movie channel.
He was the kinda guy who preferred to watch action movies like the avengers and iron man.
as he started to relax, his left arm felt itchy and clammy.
Jack whined as he started scratching frantically at his skin
Oooh, those goddamn mosquitos, their biting me again".
But it wasn't Mosquitos, It was too cold for Them to be around.
after a full minute of rubbing and scratching his arms He gave up, when he saw that his flesh was looking rather inflamed.
Jack then started to feel tired and decided to catch up on the sleep he missed earlier.
After a bit he then began to have a dream.
One where he would finally get sweet good revenge on his childhood enemy for the torment he had caused him in his childhood.
But little did he know the dream was not going to go the way he'd imagined it.
The dream began with Ricardo all grown up and Jack also grown up standing away on opposite sides of each other in an vacant playground. the only sound being the cold wind blowing and the occasional Twitter of a bird somewhere.
"Well looky here, little Wimpy Jacks all grown up". Ricardo taunted.
"Im not wimpy you jerk face". Jack spat back.
Ricardo smug expression changed, and he was taken aback, but not by Jacks rare moment of bravery.
As for Jack he was just standing there... Smiling and it wasn't his regular smile either. Not that jack smiled much at all.
He was grinning to his full extent, all his teeth were showing, Ricardo stood there now frozen in place and began to literally shake in his shoes.
Before the bully could say a word Jack had suddenly produced out of nowhere two sharp knifes from behind his back and charged at him like an enraged bull.
Ricardo didn't move.
Jack leapt into the air with a cat like air and thrust the knifes straight into the flesh of the other mans legs.
one by one the tips of the weapons Sliced into Ricardo's knee caps
paralysing him in the process blood dripped in a stream down his legs as he began to feel woozy from all the blood he was losing.
He fell to the floor on to his back shrieking in pain like some trapped wild animal.
In complete utter panic he desperately tried to rip out the knifes that were sticking out of his blood soaked legs.
The last thing he saw before slipping away was Jack looming over him, that unnatural looking voracious grin still plastered on to his face.
As Ricardo slowly looked up before succumbing to his wounds he examined Jacks evil expression and saw someone in it he recognised.
Then with a final dying breath he choked out "you-your the.. Jo- Joke- Jokerrrr.... And the very last thing he ever heard was the sound of Jack laughing triumphantly mixed with the sounds of an clown cackling maniacally.
The younger man still grinning raised a foot and stomped it down on Ricardos still corpse, his loud unrestrained laughter continuing to echo around the playground.
They were then abruptly replaced with the piercing loud yelling and screaming of Jacks voice as he woke up from his horrible dream dripping with sweat, his heart pounding like a fist knocking on a door in his chest.
never in his life had he dreamed about killing someone, let alone acting like, well the Joker.
this started to really freak him the hell out and his mind filled with tons of questions and thoughts about why he wanted to kill Ricardo in his dream rather then just beating the jerk up.
"Why the fuck would I dream about that?!!" And why was I behaving exactly like that ugly clown?. While he said these words his voice had a distinctive higher pitch to it and it sounded unusually raspy. perhaps rather like a certain super villain he hated so very much. But he only just started to notice this and things were about escalate into something much worse then that.
Jack was so concerned about his horrific dream that he barely even noticed the white patches forming on his hands. A disturbance overtook him as he pressed his hands against his face. To his horror he felt that his nose was noticeably longer and pointier. His hands crawled to his hair which for a reason unknown to him took a smooth shape he never felt on his head before.
"Am I going crazy today? Or Is it...Huh? M-my hands! What the fuckin' fuck!" He released his hands from his hair and finally noticed their visible change. With a jolt he got off his couch and dashed for the bathroom feeling sick on the inside, rubbing his face and noticed its change in shape as more definite.
He halted his advance in the hallway and felt his face as it sunk in. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked himself in panic. The voice that came from his mouth was enough to make him cover it with his white hands which were getting more spindly. That memorable voice terrified him coming from his mouth.
He looked into his bathroom mirror before his head even passed the doorframe. Upon seeing his reflection his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. At first he didn't want to see his reflection at all, but his eyes would not turn away. He stared squarely at his reflection and began hyperventilating ever more intensely.
He thought it was a mask or makeup so he tugged at his skin "Why? Why won't this come off?" and wiped it with a hot wet cloth. "Come on already!" He growled in his new voice. After several attempts he finally gave up.
Jack didn't like what he was seeing one bit. He hoped desperately that he was only dreaming. He slapped himself, pulled his hair, and pinched himself. He didn't wake up.
He looked into his reflection again. His face white as paper. His eyes green as emeralds. His lips red as blood, but longer and curved as if he were smiling. By this point he almost looked exactly like the Arkham Asylum Joker. Jack clenched his chest bearing a hammering heart as he watched the change continue.
Jack witnessed his hair turning greener by the second. Only streaks of its natural brown remained and were disappearing fast.
The final stages of his transformation occurred as He stood there in shock with dilated pupils, and grew two inches taller. All it took was a stretch of his chin and the transformation was complete. He had become the Joker...almost.
He now found himself staring at the one character he feared as an eight year old boy, and now hated as a 26 year old man.
Jack or Joker put his cold white hands on his reflection and just stared at it, then after a moment he hung his head.
"This is all my fault, no, this isn't my fault its, its all the PS3s fault this wouldn't have even happened if I had never bought that piece of electronic garbage in the first place!!".
he sputtered in total exasperation. He stared at the mirror for a second. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he balled his hand into a fist, and reared it back.
With a ferocious thrust he demolished the mirror in intent to pummel his own reflection in resentment and despair. Glass flew everywhere. He screamed and howled in the same emotions as the the tiniest fragments of glass cut into his skin. He didn't notice the shards breaking into smaller pieces on the sink and blue tile floor.
He stood there frozen for a second, and looked down at the broken bits of glass twinkling on the tiles. His reflection stared back at him from every piece. Pools of tears began to spill out of his new green eyes. He dropped to the floor causing the shards to stick themselves in his knees. He buried his new face in his pale hands.
Jack/Joker began to think long and hard about how different his life would be now that he had just become the very character he hated,
Albeit with his own mind and memories still lingering around.
He got up and stared in shock at the damage and chaos he had caused to his own bathroom.
"Gee I can't believe it, I just did this?" he said before carefully picking up the biggest shard of glass he could find in the sink and slowly observing his reflection for the 100th time.
In a snap of revolt he threw the fragment to the ground and shattered it into pieces smaller than the ones already on the floor.
He may have very well been the Joker on the outside now. But on the inside he was still very much the same Jack.
However he wasn't going to be that way for long. His mind was now beginning to start its own transformation at that very moment.
Jack/Joker suddenly felt a horrible squeezing pain in the frontal lobe of his brain as it began to squish and reshape its form as if it were being kneaded like a ball of clay.
"Augh! Aaagh! Ugh, my god! What the heck...is happening now?, Oh, Ooh my brain it's killing MEEEE!" he gripped his hair tightly with both of his hands almost ripping them out of his head, crying out in agony. His head was swimming with all kinds of wrong sensations as he stumbled into the doorframe. Ouch!
Even though he couldn't actually see inside his own head and peer at what was happening to his mind. The very nerve endings in his brain began to block off and compensate with opening other paths in the system. His mind slowly took the shape of that of the Joker.
In a state of complete horror, Jack was beginning to realise what was happening when his thoughts were suddenly being shifted in his new Joker brain. He found himself laughing manically with a number of corpses strewn at his feet.
He tried several ways to prevent himself from losing his sanity and going full Joker, including banging his head on the wall repeatedly which only served to make his pain worse. It was just no use.
He could then feel his face start twitch into a smile. While Jokers evil personality started seeping in. "No! No! I won't let this happen! I'll kill because it's funny! HA HA! No! I don't want to kill anyone!".
With all his might he tried desperately to pull his face back into a frightened expression, but to his dismay the smile recovered before any progress could truly be made.
"Heh heh, I won't be the Joker!" Jack said.
"Yes! Yes you will, heh heh!" Joker replied.
"Yo-you c-can't make me! Heh heh. Please, no-hoo hoo-hoo!" Jack denied.
In a battle of the minds, both Jack and joker laughed at uncontrollable volume shifts.
Jokers hands began to shake and quiver as his insanity bubbled up and filled up his head like a shaken bottle of carbonated water before he began letting out his famous cacophony of shrieking laughter.
Whilst at it he blindly threw his fists about denting fist sized holes in the walls. The jiprock fell almost silently to the ground as Joker headed to the lounge room, filling the air with his cackling.
He headed for the front door, opened it so swiftly it nearly popped clean off its hinges, and walked outside, slamming the door so loud that just about everyone in the neighbourhood could hear it.
Jack Gunn the young man who had a good heart but few friends. The man who bawled like a baby when he saw his new form in the mirror was now nothing more then a super villain. He was now The clown prince of crime, the jester of genocide, and the sharp thorn in Batman's side. He was also a man who brought murder with him nearly everywhere he went.
After taking a breath of the fresh air outside Joker looked around the street, feeling puzzled about where he was.
"This doesn't look like Gotham City. Where am I? I would normally be restrained in my cell in the mad house right about now." The next thing he did was look down at his current attire. He began to pick and stretch the fabric. "And this doesn't look like my lovely purple suit." he added.
He then whirled around to look at the house he was standing in front of.
"And this doesn't look like one of my hideouts. And where the heck is Harley?" he commented.
He looked from left to right and started calling for his faithful hench girl.
"Harley? Harley!" There was no response "Yoo-hoo! Oh Harley girl! Darling! Your dear Mr. J could use your assistance right now!" the Joker called out.
"Harley!"
Then just as Joker was about to try and scream out Harley again, a man in a white singlet came jogging by the house he was standing at.
When he spotted the clown he found it hard not to laugh, "Oh my god! That...that guy looks like a horror movie clown." the man said, snickering to himself.
"Hey pennywise! Yoo-hoo! Hey, freak show!" he shouted at the clown. "Don't ya have a clue that your not at the circus or something?" At this the Jokers head snapped in the mans direction.
"Pardon me?" he bristled. "Did I just hear you call me a Freak show?"
"Well I just think you shouldn't be wearing clown makeup out in pub-" before he could say another word, The Joker was angrily marching over to him.
"You!" the Joker began. "...a snivelling little worm like you, actually had the guts to call me a freak show?".
"I'm, I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I was just having a... joke?" the man grinned sheepishly realising that he probably just pissed off the wrong person.
Jokers frown then turned into a delighted smile. He was scaring him good, that's what he wanted.
"Tsk-tsk, You know, I would normally kill men for saying that but I might let you go just this once."
The man blew a sigh of relief. "Phew he's not going to kill me after all thank goodness." But just as the man was about to walk away, the Joker grabbed the man by the back of his singlet and pulled him back in front of him.
"I do apologize for this. I'm afraid I can't let you leave just yet. I need you to do me a little favour." the villain said calmly while at the same time trying to look friendly.
"Su-sure what do you need me to do?" the man said trying to avoid eye contact with the crazed clown.
"I would be more than happy to spare you if you would be so kind as to tell me...where. we. are."
The man was intimidated by his creepy appearance. "This clown shouldn't be roaming the streets, he should locked up in the looney bin." the man thought fearfully.
Joker straightened himself up. "You have about 10 seconds. Should you fail to tell me every little detail before I reach 10, it won't be funny for you." he said with menace lacing his tone.
The man knew he would have to act quick if he wanted to live.
"1" Joker began.
"we, we are in..."
"2"
"Ne-new York"
"3"
"at street..."
"4"
"Oh, Oh what's the name again?"
"I'm up to 5 you better wanna hurry".
"oh why can't I remember?, please give me a moment" the man begged.
"Ooh, 6! I love this number. HEE-HEE."
"Oh, please! I'm begging you!"
"ehhh.. wrong answer"
"Can't you stop counting for 1 minute?"
"7. Sevens a lucky number, for me".
"Oh! I remember! I remember! It's Newtown Avenue!"
"Oh, So sorry buddy, but you got to tell me more."
"What? Are you kidding me?"
"8 tick-tock tick-tock. Here's comes the dead clock."
"I, I.. forfeit!"
"Forfeit? You can't forfeit, your not even done. And look, here comes Mr. 9. Say hello, 9."
"No!"
"9! Sigh, what a shame,"
"What are you gonna do to me?"
"Excuse me sir, No interrupting the game, please."
"But..."
"No buts! Oh that reminds me, 10! Time's up!"
"He's going to kill me."
The man covered his eyes and prepared for his demise, or whatever was going to happen to him.
Nothing happened.
Joker just stood there smiling, but not reaching for a weapon of any kind.
"Aren't you going hurt me or something?" The confused man asked.
"What, hurt you?" the Joker said, mocking his astonishment. "Of course not. I never said I wanna hurt you." he said
"Really?" the man asked.
"Oh yes, my pal! I was just joking. I'm a real joker, you know?".
The man smiled. He was still nervous. "Does that mean I can go now?".
"Sure, go on. Get out of my sight!" the Joker waved a white hand shooing him away.
But as the man turned around to leave, the Joker smiled cruelly at him and pursued the man.
The man walked across the road casually, whistling a tune, unaware that he was being shadowed by the clown.
By the time he was on the other side, he felt a sudden chill.
he whipped his head around and saw that the Joker was not standing at the spot he was before.
"Oh, I do hope that clowns is indeed gone, I really thought that creep was going to kill me for a sec back there." the man said quietly. Still oblivious to the maniacs presence.
The next thing he heard was heavy breathing.
The man turned around again. He still saw nothing as it went quiet again.
He decided to fasten his pace, and walked quicker.
Just just before he could break into a run, he heard a voice.
"Hello friend!" the man spun around and nearly soiled his pants when he found himself face to face with the smiling Joker.
Before he could utter a word or run away, Joker had lunged forward and ripped off the mans singlet in one quick pull.
The helpless man stood there shirtless, shivering in fear and feeling the cold air brush against his flesh, not knowing what was going to happen to him.
Joker stood there scrunching the singlet into a squished up ball.
"Hey! You can't do that! That's my... MMMPH!" The man was cut off by the Joker forcibly shoving the clothing into his wide open mouth.
He then grabbed the mans hands so he couldn't pull the mangled singlet out of his mouth to stop himself from choking to death.
"Ah ah," the Joker scolded "Didn't your mummy tell you not to talk like that?"
The joker closed his eyes and tentatively reached down and grabbed the heavily breathing mans nose twisted it to the side and with a loud crack, broke it like it was made of styrofoam so that he couldn't breath out of his nose either.
"MMMPPH! MMMPH!" the man tried to get a word out but he couldn't, and he now knew the clowns evil intentions.
"How rude! Talking with your mouthful! You have no manners whatsoever." the Joker hissed roughly, pushing him to the ground as the helpless man tried to crawl away, before stomping hard on one of his hands, crushing it with his foot.
The man screamed as loud as he could through his obstructed mouth, hoping someone would able to hear him.
"You've been a naughty boy, trying to rat me out like that. I will now have to make your pain worse." he slapped him in the face with his own uncrippled hand 3 times.
SMACK! "Why are ya hitting yourself?".
SMACK! "Why are ya hitting yourself?".
SMACK! "Why are ya hitting yourself?" the Joker cackled.
The man now had a black eye, and 3 ghastly inflamed marks on his face.
The man started to cry, he wished badly that he was safely at home warm in bed watching tv, not lying on the grass dying of suffocation beside a psycho maniac clown man. Tears were beginning to stream out of his eyes. His broken hand ached and throbbed in agony. His fractured nose was gored with blood.
The man moaned quietly, weakly looking up one last time at his killer, giving him a look of pure hate. Jokers hands were on his hips with his long legs bent and he was grinning down at him.
Joker liked to make people suffer. It was one of his favourite things to do. He found it amusing, and at this moment not even the tiniest hint of his previous form and mind remained.
Joker could clearly see how much the man was suffering and gave him a softer expression, albeit a fake one.
"Look here buddy, I know I said I wasn't going to hurt you, but I never said I wasn't going to kill you." the Joker said as if he was happily chatting away to an old friend.
the only thoughts running through the dying mans head at this point were "I knew I never should have trusted you." he suddenly let out one faint groan of pain.
"Whats that? The Joker said brightly, cupping his hand to his left ear. You know I can't hear you. You might need to get that dirty thing out of your mouth. It muffles your voice. You sound like you're underwater." Joker mocked before letting out a loud laugh.
The poor exhausted man struggled for a bit before wheezing out one last faint sob before his face hit the grass. His breathing ended. He now let on the ground, dead.
Joker reached down, picked up the fresh corpse.
"Hmmm, You're missing something, but what is it?" the Joker puzzled.
"That's it!" the Joker said with a snap of his long fingers. "You need a smile."
First he wrenched the blood and drool soaked singlet from the mans mouth, and tossed it behind him, leaving evidence of his crime. He inched his hand to the mans blood soaked nose, and carefully dipped his finger in the Crimson liquid. He painted a grisly smile across the mans mouth.
He threw the mans body over his shoulder and looked around for a place to dump him.
He set his beady little green eyes on a black dumpster just outside someone's house.
"Eureka!" he said as he sauntered over to the dumpster. He lifted the lid with one arm, and chucked the body in with the other. He slammed the lid so loudly he woke up the neighbourhood. He didn't care.
"I left a little present for you." he sniggered quietly.
A young woman who just happened to be walking across the road saw the most unusual sight.
She saw what looked like a young man wearing clown makeup and a green wig in a blue shirt slamming a dumpster lid outside a house while giggling to himself before running into another house as if he was trying to hide from someone.
The woman raised an eyebrow before shrugging it off and heading over to her own house "Hoodlums, Probably just some teenager who likes to play dress up when he's not allowed to." the woman mused to herself unaware that the Joker managed to get a glimpse of her, thinking she looked a bit familiar, perhaps it was her blonde hair and pretty young facial features which reminded him of his hench wench Harley Quinn, or in Jacks tiny memories his ex girlfriend Amanda.
He shrugged off the thoughts and ran into his new hideout, slamming the door.
The man who lived at the house with the black dumpster would get a really nasty surprise the next morning when he took out the garbage.
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