Author's Note: Okay so I'm changing the first chapter a little as there's been lot's of views but I don't think people are feelin' it :/ lol. The original chapter was waay too short anyway so, hopefully this will appeal! If not, please don't hate! I'm just a big fan of the joker and trying to get my fix by writing about him lol. Sorry if the first couple of chapters seem a bit boring and dragging, I'm trying to build things up a bit :) x
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring.. Not even the Joker.
Instead, he sat eyes glued to the pictures that projected before him of his childhood favourite pastime. The Grinch. Besides that and the occasional flashback he didn't really have many memories from back then.
He gripped the side of his heavily engraved golden throne. With the other Hand he swished the caramel coloured liquid that stained the glass he clutched so tightly before emptying the rest of the contents into his mouth and throwing it at the wall.
His mood had been like this for days and so long as Harley was out of the picture, despite the fact it was his own doing for her disappearance, it wasn't set to improve anytime soon.
He tried to concentrate on the film. He had originally thought it would be a good distraction. He had convinced himself he didn't need Harley to be there to watch and laugh along with like they had almost every other year before this.
He had always been an avid fan of The Grinch. He felt he could some-what relate and empathise. It was something about that Vivid.. Green.. Colour.
He liked that.
But. It wasn't just that, that he admired, oh no, it was Something.. Something about the way he liked to isolate himself. Separating himself away from society like some kinda Lone Ranger.
Scaring people with any and every opportunity; terrorising anyone who'd dare cross his path. Sometimes even those unlucky enough to so much as look in his direction.
But it wasn't just that they had in common no, he was angry too. Resentful. Alone. Bitter. He didn't need anyone. He was convinced no one would ever need him. So there he sat, angry as ever. Loathing. Just like The Grinch.
Appearance-wise his sleek, slicked back hair was as green as ever, two strands rebelliously fell out of place either side of his face and yet they looked so carefully and strategically placed.
Despite his mood he looked rather festive with a red and white Christmas hat; Red felt with a fluffy white trim and white ball of fluff on the very end to match.
Just like Santy's.
He was topless; tattoos a-show. Skin; almost pale as snow. His teeth was teeth exposed; silver and gritted into an angry grimace.. A real Bad Santa.
He turned to his right hand man Frost.
"... 'Tis the season to be Jolly.." he said smiling whilst throwing his arms back widely and theatrically "Blah blah blah blah Blaah, Blah blahh blah Blaahh.." he finished his rendition of the well known Christmas carol following it on with a long slow laugh, accentuating every "Ha" on purpose for extra affect.
As he looked away he returned to silence, his smile falling, recollecting his thoughts and resting both hands over his cane as he stared deeply and focused into nothingness.
It was Christmas Eve and yet he really didn't know what to do with himself.
He turned to Frost.
"People..." he drawled, slowly. As if it required a lot of energy to form a single, simple, word.
"People.. Sir?" Johnny questioned.
"People!" The Joker boomed abruptly.
"Rushing around! Gathering gifts for their loved ones and acquaintances" he finished his sentence hurriedly with a slight air and tone of disgust.
"Why." He continued. "What.. What is the Point?!" He demanded.
It was half a question and half a statement, he wanted to share his opinion but at the same time he generally wanted his curiosity satisfied.
Frost who was stood stiffly arms overlapping with one hand holding his wrist, looked away braking eye contact briefly for a few seconds before returning his gaze and answering.
"Umm.. Beats.. Me Sir. It's just something to do to pass the time I guess. And it's tradit-"
"Tradition! Yes..." the joker interrupted. "It's tradition to spend SO much money on people who don't even appreciate it."The joker shook his head in disapproval.
"It's tradition to spend time with the so-called loved ones they wouldn't normally give two shits about for the other 364 days of the year!"
"Er, Yeah.. Haha" - Johnny half laughed nervously in response, not entirely sure what the boss was getting at, what the point in this was and were the direction of the conversation would lead them next.
"Everybody... Finding something. Something to live for. No.. No.. Not something. Someone."
"Why? Johnny." he trailed off, rising to his feet hands still firmly resting on his cane, feet shoulder length apart "Yano what - Don't answer that.. Ha.. Ha.. Haa.." he flexed his arm, chest and shoulder muscles and exhaled with a long growl before slowly walking towards Frost.
"Let's go!" He patted Johnny's cheek with his gloved hand without so much as looking at him, nor waiting for a response.
He didn't need too. This puppy dog was very well trained.
At least he would always do as he was told.