AN-Another Joker fic, my friends are considering therapy for me. Anyways, this is about Joker's views...I have no idea how I wrote it, it was just some random thing that popped in my head. I would like reviews...
Disclaimer-I do not own the Joker, I am sure he would have killed me nor do I own anything DC comics created. Only this story...
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Colors
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The Joker loves colors.
Bright colors…
He loves watching the world weep blue, scream red, lie purple, die green. He loves watching the world burn in the red-orange flames of misery and despair. He loves watching them lie and deceit each other, each word like a stab to the heart. He loves looking at the innocent cry for repent, though they have committed no sin.
Well on his standards, what the public commits is nothing on his level.
But the reason he loves colors the most, is because the colors let him see the world a lot more clearly, unlike the citizens of Gotham who only see the world in black and white.
He loves it.
He loves watching their emotions swirl into this massive storm, raining blue, and watching yellow flashes of anger in the form of lighting. He adores hearing the world's thunder green with envy, demanding things they shall never receive.
Now that is a work of art.
Unlike those black and white paintings filled with absolute boredom…The only one who he is actually fond of is the Batman. Batsy is different, they both are alike yet sooo different. First of all, they both wear a mask; well Batman wears a mask, and Joker wears war paint; still they both hide who they really are…that's gotta count for something. But the difference is, Batsy sees the world in black and white too, oh Joker is sure Batman can see color, but choose simply not too.
And the Clown Prince of Crime wouldn't have it any other way.
And besides Batty over there, has too many morals and will over look the beauty of destruction. Shameful, but that means more for Joker.
The Joker loves colors.
He enjoyed watching the world sing purple, die green, scream red, cry blue, illuminate light only to destroy it with darkness.
And that's that.
"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts."
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AN-So how was it? I honestly really have no clue what I did, but I hope you liked it. I got inspired by Skinned by Robin Wasserman...the enitre color thing. So some credit goes to her. Well tell me what you think, and review it. I need feedback, people. And if you wanted more Joker action read Smile my one-shot. And while you are at it, review that too... I still am working on improving my stories, feedback helps.
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Just review, damn it!