OOFF: Okay, so I haven't been on here much. I started school at Cleveland State University and I am sooooo busy.I decided to come back on with my newest fan fic "Desiring The Joker". I am a huge Joker fan and NO it is not because of Dark Knight. I was a Joker fan since I first read a comic and watched the cartoon as well as the movies and my sister loved The Riddler. Dark Knight just boosted it more. Anyways..here we go.
Disclaimer: I do not own DARK KNIGHT, JOKER, BATMAN, OR ANYTHING THOSE CREATIVE NOODLES AT DC HAVE CREATED. JUST MY MADE UP CHARACTER.
IFF: It was the third time this week that she saw his face on television. It was a record. Normally, it would be once a week. "He is getting gutsy." Irys Manning sat in front of the t.v. in her bedroom on the floor, her legs against her chest as she held them together. She stared at the screen with wonder as an image of Joker showed up. His head was cocked to the right, allowing his green, greasy hair to cascade down his neck into a neat pile. His right hand was placed over his left eye as he stared at the camera. A smile, crooked yet straight stared back at her. His scars, half hidden by his arm and hair was deep. Irys sat up and leaned into the T.V. Her hand instictively touched the screen near the pile of his hair. She whimpered a little and leaned back down.
Irys Manning was 19 years old and a psychology major. She always wanted to be a psychologist when she was younger and now more than ever. She wanted to be able to understand the un-understandable Joker. Irys had a unhealthy obsession with the Clown Prince of Crime. No one knew of it. She had no friends to have it be known to. She cut out clippings and articles of him and hid them in her room under the floor board. Pictures of him that had circulated through the internet was also there. She looked at them continuously but, her favorite was the one on the television that night. Through her psychological training, she knew he was feigning embaressment. Irys lived with both parents. Well, they were actually her adoptive parents. Her real parents died when she was 14. These people took her in and are still letting her stay there with them.
She wasn't like everyone else. She was a little twisted in her own, secret ways. Loving a psychotic, killing clown didn't help her sanity in anyway. How she longed to be with him. Meet him. What girl didn't. She knew that plenty of girls wanted to meet him. Do anything to and for him. Yet, it was stupid of them. Knowing this fact, that she or any other girl would never hold his interest for long, made her not question her sanity as much. He was man of simple wants. He didn't kill for money or girls or anything like that. Just---to kill. He didn't look much older than her. 27, maybe 30, 35. It didn't matter. Her obsession had no age limit. Looking out her window, she wondered how long exactly he would take to get out of arkham this time. Not long, she bet. Two, three days tops. From past habits, he took about this much time to escape when he did something minor. Major would be atleast two weeks. She studied his habits,wondering why no one, not even Batman would think of doing that.
Batman. She once admired him, not with the same adoration but, similar. In his own way, he was just as crazy as Joker. What full grown man would dress up as an oversized bat to save people!? It didn't matter. Gotham had so many weirdos, it was crazy! She laughed a little, knowing that "crazy" was a perfect word for these people. Not Joker. He just lost grip with sanity. Not at all his fault. Irys loved him. Loved his sense of authority. What she wouldn't do to meet him. She sighed as she turned off her t.v. and climbed into bed. She pulled the old shoe box out from under the floor boards and looked over the pictures and articles. She shook her head and put them back. She turned the light off and pulled her covers up closer to her face. She closed her eyes and, obviously, dreamt of him. Each dream she had brought her closer to him.
OOFF: That was just...you know...the opening...k? I shall write more...yay!!!
