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The Joker just had a heart attack at 55; he was ordered to rest and not do anything for a while. Of course he's not the one to accommodate the doctor's recommendations but you are there to make sure he complies. And the adorable grandson visiting all the time makes things better no matter what. (related to "Lost" saga)
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The Joker is in bed, flipping through the TV channels, bored as hell and beyond.
"Baby, look who's here to see you again!" you announce and open the door, letting your 5 year old grandchild in the bedroom.
"Grandpaaa!!!" Alexis charges at the bed, jumping on it to sit by J.
"Hello, Pumpkin," he kisses the kid on the top of the head, then feels the need to add: "...and don't call me grandpa, I told you before, yes?" he tickles the little one. "I'm not that old, I just turned 55."
"That's pretty old," you mutter and J grabs the drawing handed over by his grandson, huffing:
"I heard that, Princess!"
"You can call him grandpa, honey, don't mind him," you ignore your husband's nonsense."Don't confuse Alexis, ok?"
"Whatever! You guys always plot against me," The Joker complains (what else is new?), bringing the paper closer to his face. "HA!HA!HA!HA!" he cracks up, seeing the five sticks and a circle with a bunch of green lines around it representing him. "The kid nailed it, he has talent!" he kisses the child's forehead, smitten with the masterpiece. "You absolutely captured how handsome I am," he winks, amused on a whole different level.
"You like it grandpa?" Alexis smiles, excited to see J is so happy.
"Oh, I absolutely love it!" and he begins to laugh with all his heart noticing the stick figure laying down at his feet, wearing a black cape, representing Batsy. "Oh my God, this is great!" The Joker proudly states, not bored anymore. "This is going on the fridge, Kitten! Actually no, I'm gonna frame it! Great job, give me a kiss."
Your grandson reaches over to peck J's cheek and the inevitable question arises again ( he asks this at least twice a week):
"Why are you so pale, grandpa?"
You snicker, going through your clothes in the walk-in closet, but eavesdropping on them like you always do. The Joker always tells the same story and Alexis listens with his mouth opened every single time:
"When grandma fell from heaven right in front of me, she was so beautiful that I died for a few minutes, but then she kissed me and brought me back to life. Ain't that right, Doll?"
"Suuureeeee," you peek out of your spot, amazed how J's baloney sounds so interesting to your grandchild, even if he heard it a million times.
"I was dead for a while, that's why I look so pale."
"Waaaahhhh," the kid gasps, fascinated, kissing The Joker's cheek again.
"Isn't grandma beautiful? How was I supposed not to die when I saw her?" he devilishly smirks.
