I will try my best to capture the Joker as realistically as possible. He's interested me for the past 6 years and I finally decided to write a fanfic. Let me know what I can critic and make better, and if you have any theories about him or want to have a conversation about him, comment!
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I didn't expect it to come to this. That I'd ever be in this situation. Held hostage by a clown and his thugs. I'm currently locked in a room with a guy in a clownmask outside guarding, making sure I won't get out. I don't understand the point in the Joker keeping me here. Considering everything he's done, he's a psychopath who doesn't care about other human lives. He's most likely holding me hostage. But for what? What criminal mastermind plan does he have next?
It's been a few hours since I've been in here. I've been trying not to break, to hold it together, to be strong to face his manipulative, psychotic tactics. But I couldn't help but shake and cry. Suddenly, I hear a loud bang in the door and I see him walk through. His hair is greasy and green. I notice his face-paint is a little smeared. He walks up to me, with a camera in his hand.
"Ahh nothing personal doll. But you're gonna help the bats unmask himself."
I notice he also has a gun with him. I'm shaking with fear.
I see a red blip on the camera and know he's recording.
"Tell them your name." He points the camera at me.
I comply. "Layla." My voice quavers.
"What do you think of the Batman."
I don't know where this is going but it doesn't seem good. "I- he helps clean the streets of criminals."
"Ha-hah! Criminals like me, isn't that right doll?"
I don't say anything. I start to really shake visibly. He comes closer to me.
"Shoosh shoosh shoosh" he rubs my face. "Ya see, if the Batman would just- unmask himself and turned himself in, you wouldn't be in this lil situation now would you?"
I've dealt with a very toxic, manipulative person before in my life. Dealt with it everyday in my own home. My stepmom. His touch triggers me and the adrenaline really kicks in. Enough to where I face his eyes and see them. Brown. Dark. A madness in them.
He licks his lips as if they were dry. I notice he has a habit of doing this.
I still don't say anything. You don't give into their words.
He nods his head and turns the camera facing himself.
"If you want.. order in Gotham, Batman must take off his mask and turn himself him."
He stops.
"Oh. And everyday he doesn't- people will die. Stsrting with her. Tomorrow."
He leans into the camera and says with a deep voice, "I'm a man of my word."
And that's it.
He looks back at me. The realization of what he just said hits me. I'm going to die if Batman doesn't turn himself in. My mind can't wrap itself around that but I force myself to talk.
"Why.. why did you pick me?"
He leans over me and smirks.
"Well ya see. You seem like a innocent young lady. In this, society, you still got you're whole life schemed out for you."
He continues.
"If it was like a uh, old man. No one would freak out as much to save him. But you."
He looks me up and down and licks his lips.
"You're apart of the plan."
I look at him.
"What's your plan?"
He laughs.
"Do I really look like a guy with a plan? No no no." He shakes his head.
"Ya see." He grabs my trembly hand with his glove.
"I just.. do things."
Definitely a psycho. No empathy for other human beings. Not worried about consequences. But in order to save myself I have to hit a deep spot in him to have him let me go. Or try too..
I nod my head.
"Is there... anything I could do for you..?"
He laughs hysterically.
"I know what you're doing."
He points at me.
"It would a lot if you could tell me who little ole Batman is."
He walks to the door
My heart races. I think quickly and say, "but what if I could you help you unmask Batman?"
He stops and looks at me and smiles mockingly.
"I'm not much of a planner. But that."
He looks at me with evil eyes. "That sounds like a plan."
