This is my first Batman story. It came to me when I watched The Dark Knight this morning- for the first time in a year or so. The Joker is such an interesting character, and because I think too much, I tried to analyze why he does what he does. Hope you all enjoy. :-)
Chaos
There was something animalistic in his movements, in his voice, in his actions. It was chilling- just seeing him was an eerie experience. There wasn't even a human in that tacky purple suit- just a shell of bone and scarred flesh- half covered by makeup. No soul, no spirit. Just action and reaction. He was a vacuum: empty himself, yet he feasted on the emotions of the outside world. Half was violent indifference to everything, and half was a twisted attempt to fill himself with something. Anything. Feelings- fear, dread, peace. The feelings of others.
His prey started small: money, half- assed mobsters. But it grew into an obsession of making Gotham- the world, even- into a living, breathing replica of his inner workings. He desired a place of chaos, a place of thoughtless physics. Action and reaction. An instinct based society. No pity, no sympathy, no depth of feeling. An anarchist's utopia. A place where a cold, wandering freak like himself wouldn't feel so alone, so empty, because everyone else would be exactly the same.
Chaos was fair. Chaos has no feelings. Chaos juggles a million things at once, carelessly dropping the occasional egg, then emotionlessly wiping its remnants from the world. At any moment, he could die. And that was alright. That was chaos.
He fought like an animal does when cornered- flailing its limbs recklessly. He never carried a thought or a plan in his dark and knotted brain. There was no point, when at any moment, chaos could destroy even the best laid preparations.
He managed to survive the same way he fought- he stayed a split second ahead of his opponent, counting on his adversary to have a lapse in feeling. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Sometimes, his tests on human nature proved many were already like him- or were willing to become so. And others, well, his last, proved- to his surprise- that people may be inherently good. And though it threw a wrench in his intentions, that was alright. That was chaos. You either went with the tide, or drowned in it.
The Batman was chaotic. The Joker couldn't purposefully kill someone who was so similar to himself- all action and reaction. Yet they were opposites in their intents. The Joker did things because he could. The Batman did things because it was right.
When the tide changed, the Joker found himself hanging upside down, SWAT teams readying to take him in. He was no longer the agent, the king of chaos; he had failed to outrun its latest stroke. He drowned. The Batman continued to swim. But that was alright. That was fair. That was chaos.
What do you think? Like, dislike? Remember- reviews make the soul smile!