The Joker and the Purple Jester {Currently Being Updated}

The Alternate Story

The Alternate Story

After the knife had entered the man's head, I smiled widely as the blood dripped down his face and he whimpered and released his last breath.

I could hear The Joker's laughing and clapping from behind as he entered the room. He walked right up next to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and shuffled my hair.
"Very nicely done, Jester. You don't disappoint."

Getting praise from The Joker is possibly the best feeling I've ever had.

"Now, let the henchmen dispose of the body, I would like to chat with you upstairs for the moment being." He says, as he leads me to a flight of stairs.

As we reach the stairs, he brings me to a room where inside there was a bed, a table and small bathroom.

"This will be your permanent room while we live here, I want you to remember that I move a lot, so we may only be here for a few days." He scoots onto the bed, and jumps up and down on it.

"As you can see, there's plenty of space for doing whatever you wish, and the bed itself is quite comfy." He says, plopping down onto the bed.

"Now, also I want to get to know who you are a little more before you seriously get into the business. I'll ask you some questions for a bit." He says, patting the spot on the bed beside him.

I hesitantly sit beside him and he asks his first question.

"Do you remember your past?" He says, seriously.

I had to think about it.

All I could remember was the depressing life I had previously lived, the fact that my parents hated me, I had no friends, I lived a sad life.

I specifically remember two days ago.

I had walked home from school, and creeped up to the front door, to hear my parents yelling in the living room.

I figured it was about me, seeing how it always was.

"Mark, I'm worried! What if she finally turns on us and kills us!? She's a psychopath! We can't keep living this horrid life, watching her hurt the community!" My mom yells.

My dad didn't say anything for a bit.
"Lisa, let her settle down a little more you know even she can't be that happy with herself." He said.

My father was a rational man, he saw things brightly, but also drank heavily at some times. My mother was the main issue, always tearing down my emotional wall and ignoring me like I was an animal.

"Mark, I'm turning her into the police, she's a menace and all she does is hurt people!" She said, all my dad could do was hang his head in sorrow.
"I suppose you're right." He replied.

I slammed the door open, laughing hysterically.

"Well, thank you mommy and daddy for the wonderful words you've spoken." I say.

My father embraced my mother, and stood up.

"Look, we can't keep living in fear, hoping you won't kill us. This is for the best, and we think that you need moved to Arkham Asylum." My father insisted.

"Arkham Asylum? Wow, such a compliment!" I say. "I appreciate you thinking I belong there with people like me. At least there I can be happy and belong. I think you two are right, you never know when I'll come at you two and try to kill the both of you." I say, pulling a small knife from my pocket, showing it to them and making stabbing motions with it.

I laughed, and walked to my room, packed a bag, and was going to get ready to leave in the morning.

I told The Joker what had happened.