A/N: I don't own Joker.
But I liked this idea.


"Breakfast"

It's been a long time since breakfast.
I mused as, casually, I detonated a bomb in a nearby skyscraper.
There was glass everywhere, and even the distance I put in between myself and the site of the explosion wasn't safe enough. There was still a rushing wave of heat that blew past, singeing the hair on the back of my head as well as lightly scorching my neck.
I lick my lips anxiously, scraping my knees on the pavement as I haul myself off the ground and skip/run across the street, hoarse giggles and grating laughter escaping my lips as the panic begins to set in.
Everyone's screaming and yelling, some bleeding, most not, but running around all the same.
With a crooked smile and a hurried pace in the opposite direction of the crowds, I feel another ripple of fire whoosh overhead, the second bomb being set off.
After this...
I pause for a moment, lips pursed, and then duck.
A giant piece of flaming debris flew over and slammed into the side of an apartment complex.
Streams of people rush out of the two narrow doors, a bleeding and gasping man crawls out last, I watch bemusedly as his bloodshot eyes reach mine and with a last, loud intake of breath he dies.
Staring wide-eyed at me.
I begin to whistle, a listless and mocking tune, kicking the man as I walk past, amidst the ruin of what was downtown Gotham.
Maybe I feel like chicken...
I see, in the middle of the road, a disfigured mess of bicyclist and bike, amused I try to discern between the two, but my eyes are suddenly averted to the woman a few feet down the road, flattened by a piece of steel framework, blood seeping from underneath the twisted metal.
Offhandedly I'm running rough fingers over the back of my neck, feeling the ridges of the bubbling skin.
No...pancakes.
I nod my head vigorously, in accordance with my thoughts, and lick my lips hungrily, strands of my green and charred hair slapping me in my sweating white face.
I spare one last glance at the woman before turning on my heel, scratching at the smudges of soot and ash on my shirtsleeves.
Definitely pancakes.