Merry Christmas! I'm a bit early, but either way, I wrote this out for you as a gift, and I hope that you like it! (I've never written The Joker before, so I hope that he turned out perfectly in character!) I really hope that you enjoy this gift from me! I turned out pretty dark, but I hope that you like it regardless! I'm really glad that we happened to meet each other! I'm glad that we met that day on campus, and thank you so much for always managing to be their for me and for being such a great friend! You've been an amazing friend within the months since we met, and I hope that this gift is something that you'll enjoy reading as you deserve something amazing for how amazing you are.
There he was, the one that could cripple others seemingly without a care, the that truly lived without desires for pasts.
They called him The Joker though a name had never molded itself so well to fit a person.
Many would call him mental and perhaps he was in a way though he truly was more.
The Joker was not one who found fear an emotion to run from and was one who always faced it head on.
That man was the enemy to Batman for a lot of rational reasons as he truly could be quite the fiend despite his human likeness.
He could never be a quitter as his passions that others called him psychotic for were motivations that never could allow him to quit.
The Joker was one who had enough of a heart to comprehend love though he also was one who could fight beyond that ability.
He's powerful and very much so.
His power goes beyond the simplicity of general but rather explores the elements of an emotionally and mentally strong individual.
His smirk could draw fear into others' hearts and let evil in.
He was one that succeeded in strength beyond what many can believe.
He was The Joker and still is menacing and wild enough to chase others away.
He was not simply psychotic, but then again who was?
His smirk only grew.
The Joker was a rival that never really knew how to let defeat win and certainly was strong enough to terrify others simply by his presence alone.
The last thing that would be seen if you ever would cross him would be that cold, dastardly smirk.
Darkness will fall if one chooses to fight that strong man.
