Time Spent With The Joker

The Story

Time Spent With A Famous Person

Can be from anywhere; movies, books, tv shows, etc.

So I wrote about the joker

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So everyone loves a Batman comic, right? Well, would you believe me that I got to meet the Joker? You probably don't, but I did. I got to spend some time with the infamous Clown Prince of Crime in the movie world of Gotham City. Surprised that I am not six feet under in a casket? Yeah, you and me both. Somehow, the clown took up a liking to me and didn't kill me so I could tell you about my time with him. From the time of our meeting to the time that we had to part ways; was anything but normal.

From the comics, Joker is a crazy insane clown who tries his hardest to kill the Batman. Yeah, he's that crazy clown who hates Batman, but he isn't all that bad. I'm crazy for thinking that, aren't I? Joker is insane and loves his sinful jokes, but he does have a small soul. I got to meet him because the comic strip sucked me into it. Sounds like a fairytale to you, doesn't it? Well, that is how I got to meet the Joker. Where the book had sucked me in was right in his warehouse, and there he was with all of his goons. Scrambling to find a hiding spot, which wasn't the smartest thing to do, I tried to hide myself so he wouldn't see me. Sadly, he did. The white face paint was staring in the direction of where I was hiding, behind a small box, and footsteps came towards the wooden box. Counting was the only thing keeping a creeped out girl like me, calmed.

"One...two....three...four...five....si---!"

That was it. I only got to five pretty much before two purple gloves yanked me up from behind the hiding spot. Then those same gloves let my body fall to the floor.

"Hiya toots" came a voice followed by sinister laughter.

Turning towards the voice, my eyes widened as they noticed that the man that could kill me at any minute was smiling down at me. His green hair was messy as it was always made to be in the comic. That red lipstick hide the scars on his face. Scars that he'd always ask, "Wanna know how I got these scars?" to every victim of his. He looked me over and that smile stayed on his face.

"Hi" was all that would come out of my mouth as my body tried to sit up. It felt like someone had hit me in the back with a hammer. The entire group of clowns watched as I, finally, sat up with one of those "I hate my life" kind of looks. That's when the blade of a switchblade was seen. Great, here comes that signature question.

"Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" The Joker asked with his signature smirk, facing down upon me.

You know those times when you feel so small? That was now for me. That smirk made me feel as if I was an ant that was about to get stepped on. Of course, I just played along and nodded that I wanted to know, when I already knew. He started rambling off about his wife tangling up in with the sharks, not the ones in the sea, and going off about random things. Most people would be freaked out about it. Me, not really. The man in the purple suit bent down to my level and placed the blade against my cheek. If you ever seen a Batman movie with him in it, you already know what happens to the victims.

"Let's put a smile on that face" he began, but I just started to laugh.

He looked confused, but joined into the laughs. The Joker didn't scare me. Moving aside for a small minute, I got up off the ground and dusted myself off. I had got to find a way out of this comic. But how? Its not like DC Comics had an issue about a "getting a girl out of a comic" type of thing. DC was pretty good at not adding those things. My eyes drifted around the warehouse and realized that Harley Quinn wasn't here at all. Looking at myself, somewhat, I noticed that the clothing I wore was that of something that DC would love to have drawn for a character. Black ripped jeans, black leather high heeled boots, a red tank top that had "Give You What You Like" on it in black, and a black leather jacket. Really, DC picked an Avril Lavigne song to place on my tank top?

"This is just too weird....I gotta find a way outta this place" I whispered to myself and noticed that my Texan accent came through pretty good.

Looking back at the Joker, my mind was going off too many different paths. It was 50/50 on whether to stay and cause chaos with him or go back home. Might as well help him out a little bit before I have to leave. He looked at me with his smirk and waved me over to him. My body took a hold of me as I walked over to him. Sadly, he was a little bit taller than I was. As soon as I stood next to him, he moved to his office and waved for me to follow. So he has taken a liking to me? Oh great. After learning that he wanted someone to keep a watch out while he robs a bank, we were already at the bank. He had me posted at a cafe across the street acting like a normal person while they robbed the bank. Batman showed up and took the Joker in, which means that I had to go get the idiot.

A day later, it felt like a week from being here in the comic world, I was on the front steps of the asylum in a white nurse's outfit. I had finally figured out how I was going to go home today too. Through the same comic that I had gotten sucked into. There was the copy in my bag, but at least the Joker could be busted out before I go. Getting in was easy and finding him was easy, getting him out was going to be a pain. A little bombs here and there, and before I knew it we were out of the stupid place heading towards his warehouse. His asked how I did it, and I just smiled. He didn't need to know how. He just needed to be thankful that I didn't skip off and let him spend the rest of the week in there.

"Welp, I gotta go. Been fun helping ya" I said and before he could question me, I ran off towards a different building.

As I ran, my mind thought about staying in the comic book. It would be fun. Then there were my friends at school and everything. Plus comic book characters are written in, not transported in. Once in the building, I found a small place and opened the comic book. There on the page that had sucked me in was my bedroom. I'd miss the easiness of life, but oh well. Before I jumped into the book, I struck a match and threw it on the dry wooden pieces of the building. The building was made entirely of wood so it'll burn and no one will be able to follow me. Jumping into the book, a light flashed and my eyes opened to see the black walls of my bedroom. Placing the book on my shelf, I ran downstairs and proceeded to tell my mom about the tale that I had. She thought I had gone insane.

The next day at school, I had an English prompt that read "Time Spent with a Famous Person" and it said that the person could be anyone from anything. So I wrote about my encounter with the Joker. Let's just say, the teacher didn't believe me either. I go to bed every night, smiling at that comic book and hearing insane laughter.