Other days, Joker feels like he doesn't have the need to do anything and he sends someone to do his job for him. Bank heists wouldn't matter anymore. Joker tells his thugs he wants money, they get the money only to be paid by their own blood at the end. His mind could break even Luthor's mind if he wishes, but his body could say otherwise. His big ass sitting on a throne, or is it a mono block chair, as he waves his fingers side to side then stopping because he bores himself that way. Sometimes he feels that he wants to pass away for a few days and wake up when he feels like it's perfect night to kill Batman. It wouldn't be called heroic or villainous if he were to be up all day thinking of a plan to stop the Batman. It was as if he'd lose the motivation to do absolutely anything.
The best thing about life isn't about enjoying it, it's about passing through it. Time winds so fast, but Joker wants it faster. According to nursery rhymes, slow and steady kills the bats. Moving is a struggle and what would be the point of a failed plan. The amount of effort wouldn't even be worth it. If there could be a time machine, Joker would go back to killing the innocent and go further back just to sleep. Waiting and waiting for nothing to happen. It's like a game of chess, patience gets you to win the game. Let the pawns go in first, then the horses, rooks, bishops, even the queen before he gets up and moves one step. The lack of movement makes his mind think to be calm or soothe itself; WRONG! His mind forever goes crazy. Killing batman, burning gotham, everyone's smile, if only he could do everything with a snap, then he wouldn't have to do absolutely anything.
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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.
