Authors Note: Alright everyone I'm taking a small break from the rewrites of my other fanfictions to start a little something new. Keep in mind this is TOTALLY for laughs and I don't really care if no one else likes it. But read and review anyway. Oh and thank you to my Beta WaterSage093! She's the best EVER!
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, it belongs to DC comics, and the Joker is Heath Ledger's greatness, but I do own myself and my friends (well, not really, but in this fanfic I do. :D).
The sounds of Gotham City were alive and well on this fine July night. People, cars, music and night life played throughout ever corner you could find. Some said there was too much noise for anyone to live but everyone knows that the noise is what makes a city…especially this city.
However, there was someone who stood above the noise and life. This someone wanted to watch this god forsaken city burn. It had no real life within it and he was the only one who could truly see that. That someone was The Joker.
He would show Gotham just how easily its citizens could be pushed into madness. He ran his tongue over his red painted lips quickly so it was almost unnoticeable. Although one might think it was a sign of nervousness, The Joker was anything but nervous. Everything was in place for the bombing of Gotham's busiest street. There was never a time of day that it wasn't filled with hundreds of people. It would be every man for himself. As always he allowed the media to know of the danger, but he left out just one little detail: the street he was blowing up into the skies.
The smell of panic that now filled Gotham City's air could suffocate any normal person. However, our dear friend, The Joker, was excited for the up coming show. His excitement was almost like a sexual high that he couldn't come down from. Fear seemed to get him off like nothing else could. At this moment he needed more. His dark, almost hallow eyes shifted to a nearby clock that hung on the wall of the run down building he was hiding in. He wanted to be close to the action but far away so he wouldn't get hurt.
"Come on. Come on. Move faster." He practically growled at time itself, willing it to move faster.
Only two minutes left till the real fun began. Which also meant there was only two minutes left for the Batman to take off his mask. Those two minutes seemed to last a millennium, not only to The Joker but the people of Gotham. After the two minutes were up there was still no sign of the bat. The detonator was pulled from the pocket of his purple pants.
"And. Here. We. Go!"
BANG!
The ground shook with such force as laugher ripped from Jack's throat. His laughter distracted him from the small mistake he had just made. The blast had been stronger then originally thought to be; putting this strange painted up clown in some serious fucking danger. Even if he had noticed the mistake now it would have been too late. Some of the ceiling started to chip and fall apart, alerting the crazy clown of his doom.
His laughter died within the new sounds of the ceiling cracking. Dark eyes shifted upwards just as a large piece of plaster fell right on top of him. It had happened so suddenly that for once in his adult Joker life; he in fact was shocked. The only thing that could have shocked this man more was if his skull was not split in two. Darkness seemed to snatch him up like pedophile, taking him away to a far away place where no one would be able to bring him back. And then…
Nothing.
The Joker's eyes shut for what he thought would be the last time. Oh, how wrong our poor little Jack shall be.