Voices
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MatureOngoing10m
Last published Sun, Sep 1, 2019
*Joker Fiction*
It's dark, the rain is drilling down on my face and I'm starting getting crazy. Oh, what am I saying? I'm already insane. I'm walking through the narrow streets of Gotham city, I'm not afraid of Bats anymore, I was never afraid of him. As I head to my secret base I hear a woman crying, hah, I love drama. Come on Joker, put a smile on your face.
"Excuse me." I say while I'm smiling, walking towards to her.
"I-it's the clown." she whispers.
The terror on her face, so so precious. I'm starting laughing and I put my hand in my pocket, I have so many fun games in there. She's trying to escape but it's too late cause I'm already pretty near, I feel the need to laugh my ass out but I have to stay calm, the fun is about to begin. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the joker.
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