Bloody, torn motley

by thin white duke of death

There an other version of the Joker. One who has been tormented, and punished.He lives in the tired world of earth 3, the playground of a never ending dance, between the Jester and Owlman. Review!

1. Chapter 1

I'll never die. The smile will never go away. Not even if sorrow strikes upon my eyes. Not even if my eye brows arch in confusion. It won't go away. He won't go away. I'll never go away. Ever since he….he made me, the smile just won't go away. But you will. I promise.

I still remember. The red liquid of life seeping into my mouth, copper evading my taste buds. My knees giving out, I couldn't think, hear, smell, calculate, nothing. The metal degrading my reputation. Making me. Paralyzing me. To give up. To LET you. I felt myself shaking. I wish I died. I really do. But now, you made me. So now you have to deal with me. You represent wisdom and knowledge. But your action tell me otherwise

Brutal, cruel, carless, so far you have been protected by impunity. But I triumph over impunity. For I am you nightmare, your equal, your match. Let the dance begin. So I can slit your throat. Put your guts in a bowl. Feed it to a monkey..heehee a monkey. Your MINE.

You will never get the joke. NEVER. Not until I kill you, then maybe you will. You will die Owlman. And your little birdie too…..