This is my first attempt to write something with the Joker in it and from his point of view to boot.
Soooo, tell me what you think of him! In character? OOC? Very un-Joker-ish? Tell me!
Disclaimer: Batman, the Joker and all their friends do not belong to me. I'm just playing in DC's sandbox. XP
Murder as a Form of Art
Like a million dollar abstract canvas, blood spatters the white walls.
Trace a little red smile in the whiteness. This room needs a little brightening up, don't ya think?
Come, let's put a smile here and a smile there, see, that's how it goes, it's not that hard, really, now where did I put my sewing kit?
See how the needle goes in and out, in and out, in and out of the flesh, little rapid-fire jabs and bright pearls of blood ooze onto the white skin.
Red on white. Like Snow White, eh-heh-heh-heh.
And now comes the makeup, thick strokes of white paint (on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose. Y'know, the nose is always the hardest part because it rubs of so easily over there.) and these beautiful, kissable red lips (but never as beautiful or as kissable as mine, of course, don'tcha think?). Dab black circles round the eyes, 'cos they are the window to the soul and now the windows are dark because the soul is gone.
(Gone.
Tell me, do you ever wonder where it goes?)
Oh, and my calling card. I never forget to leave a calling card. It's rude, not to.
Okay, it's done. Let's step back and admire my masterpiece. It's a beautiful work of art, isn't it? A beautiful murder and at tonight's opening gala the ribbon will be cut by none other than the Bat-boy himself.
You must attend, it'll be the event of a lifetime.
And if you really cannot make it, don't worry. Don't be sad. I've got other masterpieces to engage you. One's that involve⦠oh, but if I tell you, it'll ruin the secret. But don't worry, you'll find out soon enough what they are.
Tonight.
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When it comes to my art, I prefer knives, gunpowder, dynamite, gasoline. You see, art always has a message, a hidden meaning. And all that artsy stuff, y'know, brushes and paint and all that? They're too subtle. People don't really ever see the meaning of 'em. They just say "Hey, nice painting" and move on. But by mine, you can't move on. They arrest and captivate and are so ab-so-loot-ley fascinating that soon, you'll be dying to see 'em all.
And as for my canvas, oh, that's cheap, I can get it anywhere, 'cos it is everyone and anyone and our fair lady Gotham herself.
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Murder, you see, is like art. Both show who we really are, inside.
If I may say so myself, I really like this. Hope you liked it too.
Please review, and have a nice day.
