I sit with my brother in front of me. A paint brush is in his hand.
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The smell of acrylic paint filled the room. There needed to be an open window, but their are no windows in a lab that's built inside of a mountain. So, I guess you could say we were huffing paint. I see the look of concentration on his face as he mixes paint and dabs a dot on his arm. He keeps doing this until he makes the paint exactly the same shade as his skin. Then he brings the paint brush up to my face.
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"You know J," I say, "For the record, and as a doctor, I must say that this couldn't be good for ones skin."
"Well, when this paint starts to effect you in a neurological way, then I'll listen to whatever you have to say. But till then, shut up and be still," He gives me a droll look.
He runs the paint brush down my cheek. Coating my pores, filling them. However toxic, it was strangely soothing and cool to the touch. I wonder if my face will be stiff? If I make an expression, will I flake? Better question is, how the hell am I going to get this shit off?
"Well you were the one who was too chicken to do the whole acid thing."
But I hadn't personally analyzed the chemicals, to test their effects to the brain. That aside, the acid was permanent, and I would look like my brother's. I don't know if it's wise to have three Joker's running around. It could get confusing. And I'm not too sure if I want to be albino white forever more.
"You'd look fine. And no one could possibly mistake you for the other two. Not when they're in Gucci and you're in Dockers and Polo's."
Well I wouldn't be wearing Dockers and a Polo tonight. I had also gotten my hair cut like J's, which I was ok with. But I wasn't too thrilled with the two hour process that changed it to green. At least it wasn't permanent. But what I hated the most about all this, was shaving my eyebrows. I mean, why? I didn't see the point, but J didn't really give me an option.
"Well, you might look like him, but you aren't him. You don't have what it takes to be him."
That really was the truth. I didn't have what it took to be the Joker. I don't even have what it takes to pretend to be him. This was a mistake. It wasn't going to work. I would mess up some important detail and screw everything up. I could potientqially compromise everything J was trying to plan.
