I came home and Mary was gone. It was no big surprise, I'd come accustom to people leaving and she had been unhappy for far to long. So I made my way to the kitchen, to do what I did best. I drank one beer after another, swallowing it down with all my bitterness until my face turn numb. Staggering to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was appalled. Staring back at me was a person I simply didn't like anymore. Just then the memory of some of Mary's last words to me echoed in my mind;
"Smile, more! Why don't you ever smile? Come on, lets put a smile on that face. Why so serious?'
The TV was blaring in the back ground. Some self-help guru babbled on about the need to reinvent oneself. Oddly, I hadn't notice that the TV was on until that moment. It was as if it were a sign from some Omnipresent god. Of course, I don't really believe that. I only believe in chaos. But none the less, the idea intrigued me.
In the medicine cabinet, was my father's old fashion shaving razor, the kind that resembles a pocket knife. I grab it and rub my thumb along it's blade.. Still sharp. It cut my flesh as if it were butter.
Once I finished I took a good long look at my new face and laughed. "HAHAHAHAHA"
I looked like some demented clown with my big bloody red smile.
I laughed at the absurdity of life.
I laughed because the world is just one big joke and I'm it's Joker.
That night I gathered all my belongings together into the living room and set it ablaze, as a sort of funeral pyre to my old self. The fire was beautiful as it spread to neighboring buildings, killing numerous people. That night Gotham City was introduced to the Joker.