After seeing the trailer to the 2nd Arkham Asylum game I decided to kinda write a little Joker P.O.V part to the scene. I can't wait for the game the first one was amazing. Who does everyone want in the 2nd one?
The yells of agony and pain screech through the glass, the sounds of bullets explode into the sky their smoke wavering through the dark, dismal streets of Gotham. The sheer misery and displeasure of so many Gothamites makes me want to smile. I laugh in glee as I observe Gotham's long anticipated fall from whatever grace it may have once possessed. Harley walks over, she seems strangely affected by the events that have occurred recently. No longer does she seem to be the ditzy, childish young blonde who sought my approval. Of course her loyalty to me is still very much absolute and that squeaky voice of hers remains but overnight it appears as if her whole identity has changed. As she approached me I felt the clanking of her heavy boots, each time they moved tingles shivered up my spine, this Harley was a vast improvement from the last, she was sensually, sexually stark raving mad and no matter how much I hated to admit it I felt wonderful having the hottest nurse in Gotham looking after me. Eventually she reached the armchair I was resting at and without a word she leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I forced a smile and after retuning her own, less damaged, version she walked away silently.
After seeing that my villainous nurse had left me alone I returned to what I had been doing previously. Watching the city crumble at my hands. To think that I had achieved this chaos, that my work had done such damage. The thought was unbearably laughable and before long I was hysterical. I could have continued my shrieks of laughter had my throat not suddenly dried up causing me to cough and wheeze. Still, the pain I felt was no where near to what Gotham and Batman himself was feeling so I pushed it aside and continued my laugh right down until the final menacing snigger. My hand twitched as I felt the blood from the Gotham general bag oozing into my body, it streamed through my veins just as the titan liquid had done not too long ago. Unfortunately the blood was not nearly as thrilling as the venomous liquid and did not cause me to transform into a much stronger mortal. Much the opposite really, for I had never felt older than I did at that moment in time. The poison had severely damaged me both inside and out, I had not yet pulled myself to look in a mirror for my narcissist nature could not deal with the mirror's reflection. However, despite that sad fact I knew the blood was helping me, restoring me back to health. So I sat. I think that hour or two was the quietest I had been since my transformation into the infamous Joker. Normally I was full of giggles, gags and overall comical joy either that or murderous anger. To put it in straight, both ways I was never silent. Yet this felt good. It brought overwhelming happiness to hear everyone fall into madness and letting insanity corrupt them. It was as if I was watching the movie of my own life.
Though my smile has faltered and is not nor will it ever be what it once was I remain ecstatic Batsy hasn't seen the last of me not by a long shot. I'm merely taking a break to catch my breath. By the end of the night the Dark Knight can be sure to see me. This time it will be the finale. The World's Greatest Detective versus the Clown Prince of Crime.
Either way, win or lose. I get my audience. Only time will tell who gets the last laugh.