The fluttered laughter screams in Joker's head. Left and right he tries to break loose of everything but the weird part is that he isn't trying to escape the voice, he's escaping the silence of being sane. In Arkham, the Joker laughs in his own special cell far away from any other. Who would want to go near the crazy man like him? A brother? A father? An enemy? Joker was very fond of his insanity. The craziness drives him wild, making him eat up his own senses. Nobody knows for sure, not even Batman knows, what Joker's ambitions is. The millions of civilians killed, the pile of money he burned down, the pointless graffiti, the corny jokes, what is it all to him? Nothing. Joker wants nothing more but the death of his 'friend' Batman. All the laughter, madness, insanity, all for just his own doom bringing to Batman. Joker wouldn't care of his own life. He'll die happy knowing Batman would be dead. All the pain and suffering he'll endure will be just enough for his satisfaction. Joker isn't just a mastermind, he's a killer. Fueled by his own ego. Nobody can stop a man who thinks they can take over the world and can. Carving a smile in people's faces is what makes him happy. When it comes to heroes, the smile gets bigger and bigger; you couldn't even tell who had the bigger smile, Joker or the victim. Fist after fist, kick after beat down, the sensation of throwing out wraths is very desirable to Joker. Once in a trance, Joker can be as good in a fist fight to Batman himself. All the punches, he calls a dance almost like he had gotten the best of him. Love, money, fame, fortune, none of those satisfies Joker besides being the lunatic that killed the Batman.
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Joker's Brother
PoetryBrotherhood is everything. The road to manhood or the road to death. It has been everything you have under looked your whole life.
