*This is a kind of valentine special. It's a batjokes version of Beauty and the beast and it's a long story... for the lonley people who haven't got a valentine, you can read this story whole day! (I geuss :3) Just kidding, you can read it whenever you want. I hope you'll enjoy it!*
I wrote that the little town was full of little people so I thought the Joker aka Jack would look like this:
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Beauty and the Beast
Arkham was a quiet village. Every day was like the one before, and this little town was full of little people, boring to no end. Jack had always lived here, but somehow, he had the feeling he had never been part of this town. He just didn't fit. People saw him as odd, strange, insane. True, he was, ah, different, with his curly green hair and smiling mouth on which he liked to apply a ruby red lipstick. His clothes were always bright, and he wasn't afraid to mix purple, yellow and green together.
He knew the people of Arkham talked about him behind his back. But he didn't care, because if being normal meant being like anyone else, then he was happy to be odd. His fellow Arkhamites were boring. They were always doing the same thing.
He said hi to the Scarecrow, who was frightening people like always with the same old fear toxin...He sighed. Every morning was the same in this unfunny town...
He stopped by the comic book shop and threatened the seller into offering him his favorite comic, the one about two enemies who fought with so much passion that Jack liked to think of them as some sort of star crossed lovers...Ah, how he wished he'd meet someone that would complete him as well as those two enemies completed each-other!
Oh, he knew he was attractive. He knew some ladies in town were into him. Like Harley. She was, according to everyone, the most beautiful girl in town, with her cute blond pigtails, always dressed in red...and she was completely obsessed with him. Most of the time, it was fun to have a fangirl, but there were times when he just wanted to stab her in the forehead with a sharp pencil. He wanted so much more than this uninteresting life!
One day, Harley came to his house, in a pretty black and red dress that underlined every single curve of her beautiful body. She asked him if they could get married, considering the fact that they were the two craziest, sexiest people of Arkham.
Jack laughed.
Then he threw her out.
Couldn't she understand? He didn't want someone who was like him. He wanted someone to complete him! How could he become the husband of this dumb girl! He? Mr Quinzel? Her little hubby? No way, not him, he could guarantee it!
He didn't want to get married! He wanted a fight under the moonlight somewhere, he wanted it more than he could tell...and for once, he thought, it must be grand, to have someone who'd understand...
