There's been some stories about this man. Many enough to give even the bravest of men nightmares. But there is one person who isn't afraid of his craziness. Her name is Alice Fenton. She lost a part of her when her twin brother was murdered, unfortu...
The Joker sat at his desk, his head in his hands as blueprints were scattered across the wooden desk and were laying on the floor. He had nothing! All his schemes, he'd already tried and failed! He needed something with a punchline, with a joke behind it something that would give him his last laugh yet he had nothing! 'Uh...boss?' A voice behind him murmured as he didn't respond immediately instead left his goon stand in the doorway and wonder what to do. 'What do you want, Rocco?' He snapped, still in his same position. 'Ugh...well...me and the guys were just wondering if we could just get a drink or two?' He said quietly but loud enough so The Joker could hear him. At this point, he didn't care. All his cares we're flying around the room and he wasn't planning on catching them. 'Go' he sneered at Rocco as he stood in disbelief. 'Re-really boss?' He stammered 'GO! Before I change my mind!' He snapped shooting a glare at him and carried on feeling sorry for himself in his study. He heard the goons laugh and rush out as the hideout was quiet. Bud and Lou were asleep and he had no intention on waking them. Instead he walked up to the bedroom and looked out the window which showed a dark ally where most crime took place. He stared waiting for something to happen, anything for a giggle, he hated being depressed and Harley was out of the question, she would rather be with Ivy than with him, he had no time for time wasters.
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