Seriously Silly Sisters
For once in his life the Joker stopped smiling. The scars were still there, of course, but his smile was not. It faded away slowly as he stared at the girl in front of him. She stared back calmly, not blinking.
"What? How is that possible?" the Scarecrow screamed. "That should have made her delirious! Raving mad! That should have brought out her worst fears!"
Slowly, the grin flickered back onto the Joker's face. Failure. He loved failure. Cherished it. Almost as much as a laugh. His own, he meant. Other people laughing around him were bound to get impaled through the mouth.
"What the hell! Joker! What did you do?"
The Joker turned to look at Scarecrow. "Do? What do I ever do? Do I look like I do? Huh? Do I?" Scarecrow stared at him, fuming. Until, of course, the Joker shot a puff of fear-inducing drugs into his face from his own administrator.
"Huhn…" the Scarecrow gaped, obviously seeing something that neither the Joker or the girl were seeing. The Joker walked forward calmly, until he was starting straight through the mask into the Scarecrow's eyes.
"Have a nice trip!" The Joker laughed and gave the Scarecrow a little shove with a finger. He fell backwards and hit the cement floor with a satisfying thump.
The Joker leaned over him and giggled. "See you next fall."
The Joker turned back to the girl. Woman. Whatever. She didn't look at all fazed. He sauntered over to her, pulling his knife out, polishing it on his coat. She watched silently.
"So…You're not scared?" he whispered into her ear.
"No." she said. Her voice was steady, matter-of-fact.
"Huh. Well that sucks. You see, my dear, for you to be scared would make it so much more fun for me. Ah, well. No use crying over spilt…blood."
He placed the tip of the knife under her throat and pressed slightly. "Still not scared?"
"No."
"Well, why the hell not?" he straightened and tossed his hands in the air.
She laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed some more.
It wasn't a mocking laugh, or a forced laugh. She was genuinely laughing.
He stared, before laughing himself. They laughed together, his rambunctious howls and her trilling melody filling the air, while the Scarecrow mumbled his own name.
She giggled softly as he continued laughing hysterically. His true laughter turned into mocking 'ha's and he grinned at her nastily.
"You don't know?" the girl said. "Huh. Well then."
"Know what? Well obviously I don't know since you haven't told me. And since you haven't told me, my dear, I quite obviously cannot know. However, I do know one thing, and that is you are no longer smiling. That is a crime."
"It is."
"Of course it is!" He looked at her curious, dumbfounded. "What's the point in repeating it?!"
"Dramatic effect. Anyways - it is, seeing as, my dear Joker, my brother is always smiling. Always. He likes it that way."
"Sounds like a jolly good guy! When do I meet him?" the Joker guffawed.
"Huh. For a top-class villain, you aren't that smart, are you?"
"Never had to be, my dear. Who needs brains when you gotta see 'em splayed out on the street day after day?"
"Gross. Anyways. You've met my brother, already."
"Really? Don't tell me he's the Batman. 'Cause I've met the dude, and he's not that funny. Doesn't even smile. I've tried to get him to, but the guy's only focused on, apparently, bashing my head in."
"Wow, you really aren't that smart. She sighed and gave him a small smile. "You're my brother."
He grinned.