disclaimer:I obviously do not own The Dark Knight (which was freaking awesome') or the Joker(also awesome) in the Dark Knight or any other incarnation he has appeared in.
Hey people, this is my take on how the story will continue after The Dark Knight. Harley Quinn was my favorite character in the cartoon series, and I think she would be the best person to bring on in a future film. I would just like to alert everyone that she will never appear as Dr. Harleen Quinzel, the psychaiatrist. While I really love her backstory, I also think this topic is being used in a lot of fics already, so I'm going to be altering her origins quite a bit once I get to her part in the story. Enjoy!
It was a sweltering night in late July, one of the most eventful Gotham had ever seen. Word went out to all emergency vehicles that the Joker could no longer detonate the explosives that were hooked up to the ferries as they awaited their doom. Rescue boats were sent immediately to evacuate each one. The citizens were to be sent back to their homes, and the convicts returned to prison. As they stepped onto shore, the large, silent convict who had thrown their detonator overboard shot a deadly glare at the top of a nearby building where a man hung upside down, piercing the night with his laughter.
The SWAT team marched hurriedly to the top floor. When they reached it three frantic Dobermans held them up just long enough to see a dark hooded figure dash to the back of the room and leap over the edge. The heavily armored defense team restrained the hounds while the attack team advanced on the balcony, where the Joker dangled for his life.
He never resisted as he was pulled down and manhandled from the roof, his strength was robbed by the incessant laughter that taxed his senses. None of his captors could help but think that either this man was completely nuts, or Batman had told him one hell of a joke before he left him hanging by the ankles twenty feet in the air. He suppressed his laughter momentarily, just long enough to hold his wrists out in mock surrender. We've caught the Joker, they all must have been thinking. He bent his head towards his chest as his shoulders shuddered with muffled giggles, they all look so excited...
He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. As he was led down to the next floor they passed a group of hostages who had been disguised as clowns. The sight of each one being unmasked and tended to was just so...delicious. All attempts he'd made to stop his laughter were forgotten as a maniacal cackle erupted from his throat and reverberated off of the walls. The Joker continued this display as his escorts tugged him through the building, becoming more and more uneasy as the laughter intensified. So much air had been expelled from his lungs that he'd stopped at one point and leaned on a wall for support, only to be yanked away by one of the SWAT members.
When they emerged onto the street, an armored vehicle similar to the one Dent had been taken away in waited, ready to leave. When They boarded, one SWAT member accompanied him in the back and watched him chuckle to himself. It seemed as though he was genuinely trying to stop laughing, but he was failing terribly. His mirth was like a carbonated liquid that was sealed inside of him, and he was continuously being shaken to the breaking point. He doubled over as he chuckled, his oily green strands of hair obscuring his mottled white face. The uniformed man sitting opposite of him simply looked away, and then shuffled uneasily.
"...I'm sorry," he panted," do you, heh heh, do you ever have those moments when you just can't sop laughing for the life of you? Err...," he glanced at the man's name tag,"...Miller?"
Miller gave him the most annoyed and peculiar of looks, as though he were insulted that a man so ridiculous had addressed him. The uneasiness was now gone, nearly extinguished when the Joker had decided to include him in whatever he thought was so hysterical. Instead of being thankful, he scorned the very idea. Clearly, he had forgotten just who he was locked up with.
The Joker's tongue darted out over the corner of his mouth,"Cat got you're tongue?", he inquired with a playful look, leaning just close enough to to add fuel to the flame that was Miller's discontent.
"Hold it right there!", the startled guard jumped for his firearm, holding the end of the barrel just inches from the other man's streaked white forehead. Two dark muddy eyes crossed upward toward the gun, and then focused back on Miller. The playfulness had been replaced by a scorn of his own, silently chiding Miller for acting so silly.
What do you think I'm gonna do? He seemed to ask as he regarded Miller with a smirk, eyes traveling from the gun to Miller to the heavy cuffs around his wrists.
Oh, there are plenty of things i could do, he thought, But I think this has been enough fun for one evening.
"Just keep that freaky mouth of yours shut until we get downtown", he said before lowering the gun.
Well he's no fun, the joker mused, and I had such high hopes for him...
He really couldn't stand killjoys like Miller, Gordon, and Batman. No matter what, it was just impossible for them to get a joke. But the Joker remained optimistic during his ride to Gordon's makeshift MCU. In his optimism, a thought struck him.
Everyone laughs with the right provocation...
He began to giggle once more. Soon, the giggle developed into a chuckle, and by the time they had arrived, it had become a rolling and manic howl that had Miller cuddling his gun for dear life.