Tears of a Clown
"What are you waiting for Bats! Do it!"Joker taunted,"Kill me! Stop me once and for all!"
The Dark Knight stood over the Joker, anger and hatred for the clown emitting from him in huge waves. Blood was everywhere, on the sidewalk, Joker's body, and Batman's gloved fists. It was the clown's blood. This time Joker was sure Batman would end him, and he secretly prayed he would.
He had escaped from Arkham once again and put Gotham in the grips of terror. It had only been an hour since his escape and the Clown Prince of Crime had already killed dozens of people, burned down a children's hospital, and pants the mayor. He was sure that now Batman would finally end his miserable life.
"No."The Caped Crusader responded, much to Joker's saddness,"Believe me I want to."
Once again Joker was denied his rightful death. He held back the tears as Batman grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck and started dragging him all the way back to the asylum.
"Come on Batman. Please...kill me."Joker said, barely in a whisper.
For years now Joker has tried to get the Dark Knight to end him. Secretly, he had wanted to die for a long time. His life held no meaning or purpose...not without his wife and child.
The clown could remember it like it was yesterday, being forced by the mob to do their dirty work. They had held his family hostage, and if he would do this one job for them, they would let his wife and kid go. However Batman had other plans and stopped him. As a result, his family was killed.
Stricken by grief and rage, Joker took on the form of the clown and pretended to be insane. At the start it was just to get back at Batman, feeling he was the cause of all his trouble. Soon however, Jack, which was his real name, got lost in the persona of the Joker. He played the act well, and for awhile, he immersed himself in false maddness to escape the pain of life.
However, his fake insanity couldn't last forever. Joker's past and saddness caught up with him, and he couldn't handle it. He missed his wife and child dearly, and wished to be with them again. The only way that would happen is if Joker was dead. Without letting Batman know his true plan, Joker broke out of prison and caused as much chaos and destruction as he could, in hopes that Batman would finally end his life, something Joker himself could never have the nerve to do.
Each time Joker stepped up his attempts to push Batman over the edge, and each time he failed. The Dark Knight's moral code would never allow him to kill another human being. Joker was being forced to live his miserable life.
No longer did Joker laugh or make jokes. No longer did he even crack a smile. Always there was tear stains across his face, ruining his white makeup. When his family was taken from him Jack had become a shell of his former self, but now, he wasn't even that. He was a ghost. He had died the moment his family did, and now his spirit lingered here.
The trip back to Arkham Asylum was a blur. Joker was lost in his own misery. Batman simply tossed him into the arms of Arkham guards and left. As the guards dragged him deeper into the asylum, Joker sobbed silently to himself. They lead him back to his cell and tossed him inside without so much as a second glance.
The Clown Prince of Crime curled up in the corner of his room and cried. His crying was drowned out by the shouts and screams of the insane around him. As he cried himself to sleep he dreamed of his wife and son, which brought a rare smile to his face. He would just have to keep trying to die.