The Joker And The Fool

3.(4) The origin of the Fool

3.4

It was clear that for those few months, Diana had no emotions but the feeling of anger and betrayal. It was clear that she wanted nothing else but to have her revenge. Joker wanted her to become more like him, for he was no man who seeked revenge. He too knew that deep down Diana understood exactly what was wrong with Gotham. What was wrong with people like herself. And it was never about restoring a broken regime nor charitable benefits. It was about the element of chaos and the pursuit of life's grandest feeling, power. But Diana was hard to be mended, she was too hard to be bended once again. Though she committed every soul of her mind to Joker's philosophies could she not escape her greed and her arrogance. It had rooted too deep within. And her pain disappeared not, nor did her anger.

For this very reason would there come no end to the Joker's torture, it simply became gradually more intense. He tested her body and mind with force, cold, fire and with the strength of his own. But he too was devoted to her, he too wanted to be there. And the results to his motives were extreme. Though Diana's body was not broken, it had been reborn such as her mind had. She transformed; her hide became tough; her hands became strong as she was designed to murder. Designed according to his will.

Yet the greatest torture was that now that she had regained her freedom, did she have a binding contract with Joker. She would live by his rules and obey his will, as if she was his property. For the first week he trusted her not enough to leave her alone. Then when he began to invest in his business once more, he would leave her alone, yet never took her with him. The only reason she had been outside of the house, was to buy groceries with him or tend to the garden, shoving snow. She understood not for what reason, yet for a long time she had obeyed. It angered her. But after all, Diana was dead, and she believed that Diana was dead.

As Joker would leave the house, Diana would stay at home, she'd watch television often while working out. Her favourites programmes to watch were the talk shows and events for she never might know when Bruce would return to her life again. This particular night was quite cool still. As she but hardly pushed through her training session (a thing she did because he had asked her to do so and to pass the time), she listened to the television speak and heard how once again, the real citizens of Gotham were protesting at another charity event. For a moment she looked, then went to the kitchen for a moment to have herself a cup of tea. And as she looked from the couch, she noticed in the crowd was Bruce, with the woman beside him. Yet utter amazement and disgust stroke her as she recognised something strange about the woman.

That red dress, that red dress! It was the very same dress in which she had witnessed Joker's horrendous escape. Yet it suited her not, not for one bit. It was Diana's dress, someone who was deemed to be dead. And her famous lover simply gave her clothes to another much less worthy woman. She was disrespected like that, and not a soul noticed this. Either that or nobody cared.

The incredible fury she felt from beholding this woman was so intense that she considered to break Joker and her one rule. But she simply could not resist, she could not let her image be befouled by a woman or man such as that. And though she felt she should obey Joker; did she find the rule ridiculous and unfair. At first, she thought that she might go to the event, to confront him. But she was swift to recall what had happened the night of her escape. She would not humiliate herself in that way, not ever again. The world needed not to see that he had hurt her, the world needed to know that he had disrespected her. She was going to take everything back that she had once given. And deep down she still resisted the urge to speak with her long-lost lover and friend.

Without truly reconsidering all her options Diana went into the basement, where now lay many boxes filled with different types of weapons. But also, large bundles of explosives. She had not been in that basement often and hadn't realised that they were storing a ticking time bomb. It was incredibly dangerous, and she could not consent to it. But she gave it not one bit of attention. For there stood one box with a particular name on it. One that, though she was sure it wasn't hers, felt as if it belonged to herself. And as she opened it, she found something that appeared as a jester's suit, one that a fool would wear. She held it before her and looked down onto it. This was what Joker found of her: she was a fool. And if she was to think like a fool, she might as well be one. it was both a humiliation as it was a welcome to her.