The Joker and the Purple Jester {Currently Being Updated}

The Aftermath

The Aftermath

The Purple Jester.

It was a name fitting for a serial killer.

Which is what I wished to become.

I wished to be like him, and stop all good in our way.

I never returned home after this night.

I was done with the life I had lived before, and I was to begin a new chapter of my life, or might I say;

I new book all on it's own.

It was finally the day of destruction, and I wanted Gotham to feel it.

I arrived at an old abandoned apartment with the Joker. He had some henchman waiting for his arrival. As we walked into the building, The Joker's workers all stared at me, I gave them empty glares back.

We entered an old rotten smelling room, and The Joker sat on a chair near a table, placing a deck of cards onto the table. He showed me the chair across from him, and I sat.

"So, tell me sweetie," He said, in a natural tone of voice, while he shuffled the deck of cards,

"Why it is that you decided to assist me today." He said, looking at me while the cards flew around in his hands.

"I wasn't assisting you, I was merely doing what needed to be done" I said.

He smirks, and moves his hair back away from his face, and he places a knife onto the table in front of me.

"This knife, can be yours" He said. "Since, this is the knife you killed those two men with." He continued.

"I didn't kill them though." I said, and The Joker sets the cards onto the table.

"No, not yet. They'll die within hours due to infection and who knows, maybe some wild animal will get to them, but you. You did the damage. Doesn't it feel wonderful?" He said, leaning back in his chair.

I smiled, and inspected the knife closer.

"It felt amazing." I said.

He places the cards all face down onto the table, and suggests me to pick a card.

I pick one, and turn it over. It's a card of a bloodied Joker, and it closely reminds me of The Joker himself.

He then suggests I pick another card, and I turn it over.

On the card, The Batman is shown.

"You do know who I am" He says, pushing his hand through his hair.

"Of course, you're Gotham's star" I say, laughing quietly. "You've been all over the news." I say.

"Oh, I'm a star am I? Would you like my autograph?" He says, pulling another knife from his pocket, he takes the Joker card from my hand, and inserts the name 'The Joker' into the card.

He slides it back towards me, and laughs.

"You've got to be dedicated in order to be able to stick with me." He says, turning all the cards over to face upwards.

They are all Jokers, all except for the Batman card I currently hold.

"I think you'll find, that I'm quite dedicated to my work, I'll destroy this town right along with you." I say.

"Good, Good. Now, if you don't mind my asking, why have you decided to be as you are?" He says, resting his arm on the table, and then his chin on his palm.

"I was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Syndrome when I was 7. I showed early sings of being a Serial Killer, they said to me. I killed the pets that my mother had around the house, I couldn't stand the sight of them. I carried around knives with me to school, cutting children that annoyed me. I had odd dreams and fantasies about murdering my parents, about cutting them into peices and chopping them up. My mother and father were terrified of me. They hated the sight of me once I started to harm others. I didn't care. And just recently, seeing you on the televison. I knew, that there was another like me. Another who wanted to show no mercy and show people what we're all about." I say.

He grinned, "Good, because you seem like a strong girl." He says, "Why don't you join me tonight on a little visit to a party?" He stood, and reached his hand, suggesting that I take his hand. I take it, and stand.

Tonight, I was going to show Gotham, the Purple Jester.