joker would like you to (playalong) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-09-04 03:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, joker |
joker narrative
Who: Joker
What: mistaken for the red hood :0
Where: Gotham
When: recently
Warnings: pretty mild for Joker
The dead boy, the one with the pale skin and smile scarred up his mouth? He wondered if he was a vessel. Since the movie-theater prank (they called it an attack in the news), the only word he could hear was copy cat. Over and over. Not just from the journals, but from the tv. The newspaper. If the real Joker, the clown with his ferris wheels and blood trails, had been responsible he'd be waving his arms in the air until Batman took him to Arkham. He'd be there. Old, painted and cooked.
But, after the movie theater, all the dead boy wanted to do was sleep. He wanted to dream about color and violence and late night movie specials in October. So, he did. He slept for a long time, long enough for the girl with lights to leave. Almost long enough for him to forget what he looked like. When he woke up, he saw those pale hands and green fingernails and he decided that he wanted to see who the last clown was. Dig him up and then burn whatever was left. It wasn't going to be a funny romp across town to the carnival. This was more like whistling Disney tunes through a graveyard.
He ate the last cup of noodles from the ancient vending machine and then left ACE Chemicals in his red hoodie, torn jeans and broken down sneakers. He shuffled across town and no one even looked up to see his pale face. They couldn't even bring themselves to care about the green hair poking under his hood. These people, he thought fondly, needed to be looking up! They needed a reason to always wonder what was going to drop down from the sky.
Of course, Joker should have been looking forward because he didn't realize the entire city was looking to kill the Red Hood. And wasn't it funny? HE was wearing one today!
"Hey, PUNK!" A gruff voice called from the alley. Joker turned, eyes on the ground, hood over his face. The man who yelled at him had the kind of boots that shook the earth when he walked. The kind that Joker could imagine without actually seeing him.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Walking around in this neighborhood wearing that? You think you're one of his boys now?" A meat hook reached and pulled Joker into the alleyway like a cane pulling a bad comedian off stage. Joker kept his head down, letting the mook shake him like a ragdoll. Just a bit more! It wouldn't be funny if he saw it now!
"Boys? Or toys?" The dead boy's voice was so quiet, so haunting. No smile in it at all. Heheh!
"W-what the fuck? Look at me! I'm going to kill you, you little bitchass! Anyone wearing that color gets-" The mook started and just like the rising sun, Joker slowly, slowly lifted up his face to reveal those toxin green eyes, that pink bruised smile, that ghost white skin. The mook opened his mouth to yell and Joker gently placed his fingers on the man's lips.
"No, no, no. Sssh. Shush!" The dead boy transformed! Quiet whispers into carnival madness. The grin went wider and wider. "Do you know who I am now? Silly billy?"
"You-"
"Who is this man you want to kill? Robin Hood? Robin Red Hood?" Joker let his hand drop, once again nothing more than a plaything in the man's grasp. "I've seen him on the news. He blows things up! I admire that." The punchline was almost there. Carefully, carefulllyy!
"There's no way-" The mook was beside himself. Unsure if killing or listening to THE JOKER was a good idea. After all, being in the Joker's gang meant legendary status. See, maybe having a reputation wasn't so bad?
"You worry too much about one little fly. Maybe instead of using a fly swatter, use a bazooka." Joker advised. A seemingly harmless inhaler was in his palm and in less than a second it was in the mook's mouth. "Say cheeeese!" Joker pushed down on the canister and shot a dose of Joker venom into the man's lungs. Instinctively, the man threw Joker away and began gasping for air between fevered chuckling. It wasn't enough to kill him, no no! Just enough to kill some brain cells, to make the man look at him like a god and follow him like a puppy dog.
The chuckling turned into belly laughing and then slowly eased down to a few small chortles. "That's right. Easy does it!" Joker clapped his hand on the man's back and when the mook looked up, his eyes were a matching color of green!
"Come along now. Let's find a way to take care of that pest." Joker held a hand out and sttrruuugglled to help the mook to his feet. "Heh, you have friends, right? Let's go see what they're up to!"
"Sure boss. Anything for a laugh."