A/N: Tweaked and reposted. Yep, I gave in and wrote yet another Dark Knight fic. The Joker has taken up residence in my head and refuses to leave.
I hate clowns. Hate them hate them hate them hate them HATE them. They terrify me. Yet when I watched Dark Knight and encountered a clown that really was a homicidal maniac, all I could think was, "Oh my gawd, I wanna write a story about him!" This is my musings on the bizarre contradiction that seems to have taken over the brains of girls across the country.
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He's really quite crazy, is Gotham's Clown Prince,
- Or so have said many who have not been seen since.
He'd carve you a smile just as soon as not,
So why do we sigh, "Mmm, that hits the spot," ?
The standard "personality!" just doesn't work.
(Maybe it's the fact that he's quite berserk?)
We like homicidals with quips sarcastic,
Whose uses for pencils are just a bit drastic?
Our next retort, of course, is "his style!"
Though for anyone else, we'd have put them on trial
For trying to mix their purple and green,
And being in public, hair a' la chlorine.
(On anyone else, that makeup's obscene.)
So just why does it make us oh so delirious
Whenever he croons, "Why so serious?"
We don't really know why we like this grim reaper,
So we ponder his picture, and our love just gets deeper.
For the rest of the fangirls, I couldn't tell why,
The reasons for every blush and sigh,
But as for me, as far as I know,
The reason he sets my face all aglow,
Is his freedom in lack of convention and norm,
And his wild abandon in the face of the storm.
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So there you have it. Be kind and leave a review!