Me: In some twisted way of thinking I have, I thought of writing as the joker. Haha. O_o'

Eh Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

The laugh could be heard through- out the city; my laugh. My laugh spread fear throughout Gotham. That fear... it warmed my heart. That horrid laughing face could be seen on various news reports. "Come on Batman stop me!" It was daring him, pushing him until he cracked. Until one day, that face; my face. Would make him crack and go mad! ...One day he would understand going mad would be for the best. The very thought made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Eh Ha haha!

You want to hear the story on how I got my scars? It's the question many people heard, as I held the cold blade to their face. I bet it sent a cold fear down their very spines. Especially when the blade started to pierce their skin. Now that I think about it people never really get the answer. Maybe I should prolong their death to tell them. Maybe I'll do that! I can watch them fall apart with fear as I looked them in the eyes telling them the horrid tale.

Now come here darling. Do you want to see a magic trick? Come here, I need you pencil dear. What you won't give it to me? The magic trick is worth it though! I'll pretend... want to see now? Okay! See here? This is the pencil, yes yes it's supposed to be stuck in the table. Then I'll take your head and carefully bash it into the pencil, and it magically disappears into your skull! Isn't it wonderful! Doesn't send joy to your soul? No? Why not?

HaHaHa Ha HaHa!

I'll tell you a story. You see the cops wouldn't give me my phone call, I kept saying "I want my phone call I want it now," I claim. Finally having to follow the rules.. the cop opens the door and falls right into my little trick. Do you think the rules are worth it now? Yes? Wait! There's more! I put the knife to his neck, and as I walk out of the cell! You should've seen the look on their faces. Fear. It was priceless!

Hey all I wanted was my phone call. Too bad that phone call killed them all.

Now now, don't get all worked up. It's all part of the plan. I'll make you all see you don't have to live with rules. Then you'll see exactly how I see things. Or not.

Hahaha!

You know why I use a knife? It's so I can take in each and every cut. In a way, it makes me closer to my victims. You know which friends are cowards or not? Have I killed any of your friends? Oh? Want me to tell you which are cowards and which acted brave? I can tell you, I'm closer to them then you think I am.

I told you, don't look at me like that!

You may think I'm bad, crazy, evil even. But I'm just like your hero Batman. Oh you don't believe me? Me and Batman we're the same. He completes me, we'll never quit. This is our game and we're meant to play forever.

Am I insane? No! What makes you think that? Is it my face? Is it because I don't follow those rule you hold so dear? Is it my way of playing this game? Is it my purple suit? Blame the mob for the suit. They payed for it.

I'm not insane, I just don't follow rules. Those simple little rules that bind you and strangle you until they trap you and threaten you.

And you call me insane?

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

I'm more sane than any of you. You just don't know it yet.

Me: At the end I seem to ramble a little bit. How was it? Reviews would be nice. WOOO!