Hey. Just another Jokerfic. I owe this story mostly to TheJoker'sGotMyHeart, because shecame up with the dream that I have included in here. If you haven't read anything by her you should, You would enjoy it. Just saying.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BATMAN. THIS IS JUST FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES. (ooops, where did I learn such foul language?) THE DREAM THE JOKER TALKS ABOUT IS ALSO NOT MINE. IT BELONGS TO THEJOKER'SGOTMYHEART.
"Some people would say that money makes the world go 'round. They are right, ah, in a sense. People want money, so they, um, steal. Stealing creates, uh, havoc, or chaos, as I prefer to call it. So, chaos makes the world go 'round. Some people also say that the wealthy rule the world. I say that these people should shut their mouths before i shut them for them. Because that -ah is not the case either. I mean, look at me. I have, um, nothing, well, until I steal it, but I ah, control the mob. They squirm under my thumb like lobsters squirm on a platter. Haha!
"You see, I'm, ah, trying to make a point. Last night, I had a dream. The sky was dark and the sun had been cast behind a dark, unforgiving haze. Screams from the dying and the wounded could, um, be heard all throughout the darkness, they seemed to come from the darkness. The mob was at the top of the food chain, second only to myself, and Batman was nowhere to be found. But far off in the distance, a small light glowed. A small candle flickering into life, a tiny symbol of hope for the millions of hopeless people. It grew closer and brighter until I could see the the flame."
"And what happened next?" Joker glared at Harley Quinn, his psychiatrist, for interrupting. "I really hate it when people interrupt me." He growled at her. Then he grinned and giggled.
"I blew it out."