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Dom Cobb was sleeping soundly in his bed enjoying a dream. He was at peace with his thoughts so he didn't have to worry about Mal popping in and wrecking it. However she was in his dream, along with their kids. Dom's dream was just him in his house talking with his wife at the table watching their kids outside playing. And Mal didn't seem angry at all.
"This is the only way I can see you again," he said to his wife. "I hope it's okay if I have to go soon."
"I understand," she said.
But suddenly the lights dimmed shortly. Dom and Mal looked up wondering what was going on. The kids ran off.
"Aha Ha Ha Ha He He Ho He Aha," the strange laughing came from an unknown voice somewhere. Dom and Mal could hear footsteps coming from the hallway.
"What the hell," Dom said. "Stay back," he said to Mal. Dom opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a gun and aimed at the hall.
A man wearing makeup and a purple suit walked into the room.
"Enjoying your little dream here?" he said.
"Who are you, what do you want!" Dom shouted aiming the gun at him.
"Oh nothing I'm just here to talk," the guy said pulling a gun out, aiming at Dom. "Say it's my first time here but I'm loving it. Being able to go into someone's dreams, getting inside his head, it's a new way for me to corrupt someone from the inside-out." The stranger had a big grin on his red, scarred mouth. "It's a brand new joke except I get tell you the punch line... personally."
"Who the hell are you!" Dom screamed.
"Me? I'm the Joker," he said picking up an apple from the table. "And I really like what you've done with the place," he said as he took a bite.
Dom fired his gun at the Joker but he didn't die.
"I guess you've realized now I'm not a projection," the Joker said. "But she is," and he shot Mal.
"Mal!" Dom screamed coming to her. She was dead, but of course she was only a projection. The Joker however was not and he wouldn't die.
Dom looked up, "How did you get here?" he said. "Are you in my room?"
"No," Joker said. "But that's not important, what is important is that the people of Gotham will now know that I will always be there to put a smile on their face and a bullet in their head," he laughed.
Dom threw a punch at the Joker but he caught his hand and punched Dom. He was sitting on the ground looking up at the crazy clown.
"Give this to Batman when you meet him," the Joker said as he threw a letter to Dom.
"Who's Batman?" Dom said.
"Just go over to Gotham and you'll find out," he answered.
"By the way, you wanna know how I got these scars?" the Joker said with his gun to Dom's head. "I was robbing a bank you see, I just blow up the front desk and go into the vault. As I'm walking out, I notice a cute little banker on the ground. I walk over to her, take out my knife, and say, 'Oh you look frightened so… let's put a smile on that face!' Just then a cop walks in and aims a gun at me. I hold the banker like a hostage. I tell him 'You know you really shouldn't be playing cop here, every second you're here brings you closer to death,' as I walk out the cop fires, the bullet rips along the side of my face. The pain… So I drop the girl, kick the gun out of his hands, and I stick the blade in his mouth. And… Why… So… Serious?" the Joker told Dom a scar story before shooting him.
Dom woke up with an envelope in his hands.
"What the hell?" he said with a fright. He sat up at spun his totem on the bedside table. It fell over so he was awake.