The Difference In Smiles (A Joker Fanfiction)

Crooked Smiles

    

Ha ha ha haaaaa

     This story begins with the tap dance of rain against the ground in the dark and gloomy city. The rough designs of the buildings loomed over the poor sinners of Gotham. However, tonight the gargoyles spectated one particular sinner. No, sinner is the wrong word to use... this man was far worse.. and tonight would define that difference. Anyone who bore witness to this event, they could swear the gargoyle's stone lips were contorted into a haunting smile. For this night would bring truth to the Clown Prince of Gotham.

      Below, a bound and gagged man is thrown out into an alley. His suit, unprofessionally and unceremoniously, was ruffled and soaked. The man was bald and had a bulky jaw. In truth, he looked like your typical crime boss... if he wasn't so bloody and bruised. Tonight, though, he looked like the losing dog fighter's bitch. As he struggled on the ground, a high pitch laugh filled the alley as the cause of the gagged man's pain came stepping out of the shadows of the doorway. Her quirky lips smiled devilishly as she stepped into view.

     My, my. What a beauty that Harley was. She wore only a long button up shirt, I believe one of the gagged man's shirts. The shirt was quite large on her, not that it mattered. The rain made the shirt bend to her curves, and once more the thugs who were waiting outside had a hard time keeping their eyes off her.

      However, the timing of their boss was impeccable. My, Oh my, how they blushed while he made his way out of his car; his fancy shoes splashing against the ground. His slicked back green hair glistened in the rain. As he fastened his green vest over his red shirt, Harley trotted over towards him while cracking her bat against the gagged man's back on the way. The gagged man moaned in pain as Harley laid a kiss on the boss' pale cheek.

     You see, any man would smile at a kiss from Harley Quinn. However, this man's fixated smile roughly turned into a frown as he scorned her.

      "Harley, you ditzy whore, be a dear and put some clothes on. You are distracting my men," the Joker said before putting a bullet between the eyes of one of the thugs. The thug's mask found the entire scene particulary funny as the thug collapsed to the ground. The Joker's long-barreled revolver smoked like a freshly lit cigarette as he pulled back the hammer once more.

      "The next fool to lay eyes on Harley ends up like that guy," he said before his face explodes into a smile and laughter emanated from his lips. It was a terrible laugh; a laugh of nightmares. Cold and chaotic, it was a laugh that didn't know the difference between good and evil. In truth, the thug the Joker shot wasn't even looking at Harley. He was the only one paying attention to the bounded man on the ground. However, for that reason, he had to die. The Joker always has his reasons.

     The dead thug's blood tainted the water as the gagged man eyes shook in fear. The blood began to stain his shirt. He began to struggle with his restraints but once again felt the bash of wood against his back. He tried to scream but couldn't and he knew it was hopeless. He was in the hands of a...

     "You are probably, no most likely, thinking I am just some deranged lunatic that loves to kill," the Joker says while looking towards the sky. His grotesque smile slowly comes down to meet the gagged man's eyes.

     "In truth though, I don't care about their deaths. They neither make me happy OR sad," he says with a light tone. "However, my friend Big Johnny from school use to call me a cold bastard for not caring. He saw me as a monster and everyday he would threaten me with that knife of his. He would say things like: 'How does it feel to face death? You care now bastard?'. Eventually, I made my decision. I chose to take death like a joke, just like in those comic book things. I still remember that day. I made Big Johnny squeal like a pig as I laughed so hard my face never recovered."

     Once more, that horrific laugh filled the alley. In truth, that story was a complete lie just like most stories of his past. However, it did just the trick. The gagged man's face was as white as the Joker himself. The poor soul was absolutely and utterly terrified.

     "Get him up," the Joker says. At his word, two of the remaining three thugs roughly brought the gagged man to his knees. Harley's gum popped as the Joker slowly put his revolver away and brought out his knife. The Clown Prince had business to attend to. Very, very important business indeed. Due to this, he ignored the presence lurking behind the dumpster, turning towards his current victim.  His menacing smile never wavered as he stroked the point of his knife lightly across the man's skin in a teasing matter.

     "Now, there is some business I have with you mister. You have something I want and... well," at the last word his voice went low as he continued, "You have no choice but to give it to me." Suddenly, the Joker sliced maliciously down across the man's ear. The knife cleanly went through the cartilage as the main screamed in pain.

      "ARE YOU LISTENING?" The Joker yelled before looking towards the ground at the severed ear.

     
     "Guess not," he says before he and Harley burst into laughter. The man continue to scream as he was coveredbin blood. To them, he was their running gag of the night. Their entertainment. Their laughter was ferocious but amongst their joy came another's. A foreign laugh of a uncivilized man echoed throughout the alley. The thug standing at the front of the garbage can dropped to the ground, his throat gushing blood.

     "Hello... w-will you let m-me..." A man stuttered as he step out from the shadows, "l-let me Kill For You?" A crooked smile appeared on the man's face. He wore plain baggy clothes and looked like a bum. However, his white button up shirt was stained with blood.

     The Clown Prince frowned as the streets of Gotham shook from his anger.

"How dare you," the Joker thought to himself.

He had met his kind before in Arkham. The man before him was someone who believed that they were an equal to the Joker. This fool thought he was a worthy challenge of "Mr. J's" reign.

     Nothing... And I mean nothing, pissed off the Joker more than an unworthy challenge. He would have to teach this foolish idiot a lesson. There could only be one challenge to the Joker's rule, and that madman is dressed as a bat.

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      Hey guys, Preston here. Just wanted to give a bit of an "Author's Note". This is a long time planned piece of fiction I have been working on for quite a while. I studied the Joker's psychology and did some extreme prewriting. My grammar is not the greatest but ever since I found my new writing voice I have finally gained the confidence to post the first part of my first Joker short story. So there is a lot more to come... Hopefully.

Any constructive criticism is helpful. I do not have an editor so I will edit based on suggestions.

Thanks for reading.