AN: This is an attempt to write a semi-good story, so don't be too hard on me. Constructive criticism and ideas are welcome and will be much appreciated. If you don't like the story – don't be too rude expressing it! I've read hundreds of stories, some of them bad, some of them good and I do know that mine doesn't come close to any of them, however with a little bit of encouragement it could get better . I'll do my best, so the story doesn't end up being Mary Sue shit. Cheers to you all!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Batman/The Joker/Gotham etc..

"You've got 5 minutes until you're on, miss Douglas." A young boy said and closed the small room's door. Brandy smiled and put on her lipstick. She really loved her job. Being a talk show host was her dream ever since she was just six years old and here she is twenty years later, living the life she's always yearned for. Brandy got the idea for the show a couple of years ago, when Batman first came around. She loved the thought that a single person would go out of his way to do good for others, in a way. She thought that the masked knight gave an excellent example of pure good nature. So now Brandy is hosting a show about everyday heroes. Most of her colleagues made fun of her silly idea. As if there were any good people left in Gotham! Nobody expected the show to be so successful.

" It's time, miss!" The same boy came into the room and gave Brandy a little smile.

" Thanks, Bobby. Well, let's go." She straightened her dress and set out to the studio. Excitement and contentment filled her body as she glanced at the audience, a small smile creeping on her lips.

" OK, we're rollin' in three, two, one."

" Good morning! It sure is good, isn't it? " She said with a chirpy voice. "The sun is shining, there isn't a single cloud in the sky and I just know you're putting on your smiling faces. Our special guest today is proof how an unfortunate hindrance can turn you into somebody's hero. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mark Johnson!" The audience applauded the man, who seemed to be in his mid-forties. Brandy made her way to the comfortable couches that were settled in the center of the studio, shaking hands with her guest.

" So Mark, would you like to tell our spectators your fascinating story? "

The guy shrugged, obviously being a little shy, clearing his throat and nervously playing with his hands. After he told his story Brandy asked him a few other questions and then the audience sent him off, cheering his name.

" Wasn't that refreshing? You can count on a random citizen to change your life and in a positive way! Good's in everyone, it's just waiting for you to discover it." She believed in those words with all her heart, she knew that everyone could be good if they just tried a little harder. " It's time for my personal favorite part of the show, so if you want to share what kindness you did today, yesterday or any other day - feel free to dial the number shown on your screen." The smile never left Brandy's face, she really liked this part of the show. Hearing random stories about good people always gave her hope for Gotham, the state, even the country. Frankly, if good overpowered the crime in Gotham, it would serve as an example to the whole world. If Gothamites can be good, then everyone can.

" Oh, we have someone on the phone!" She exclaimed.

" Hello? " An insecure voice filled the studio.

" Hey, would you like to share a story with us? " Brandy asked.

He woke up all of a sudden, something roughly interrupting his slumber. He groaned as he was already feeling irritated. The morning showed no indications of being different than any other. He sat up, his eyes investigating everything that surrounded him. The walls were marked with various stains, some being impossible to specify, mould settling in the corners of the dirty window. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, the draught making them tremble slightly. He scratched his head, his hand getting caught in his tangled curls. His fingers slowly traced the scars on his face. An imperceptible smile crept on his lips. It soon disappeared as he heard the annoying cackle of a few of his henchmen nearby. He cracked his neck and knuckles and grunted. He stretched out and headed to the bathroom. It was tiny for a guy like him, in fact it was tiny for anyone. He looked at his reflection in the small, dusty mirror. His make up was messy, the white paint missing, except for the small traces left on his nose. The black around his eyes had faded to gray, but his lips were still covered in scarlet, underlining his macabre smile. He was tired, he didn't get much sleep and he woke up early. Rubbing his temple, he tried to guess the time. Around 9 a.m. , possibly 10. He washed his face, clearing it from the left over paints. Laughter filled the warehouse again and he emitted a loud snort. He rushed out of the bathroom, out of his so called bedroom and into a more spacious room, where his henchmen were. They were sitting in a row, watching an old television set. He sat on a chair nearby.

" Ahem. " he cleared his throat rather forced. The men turned around simultaneously.

" Oh, boss, um " One of them started mumbling. " We were just watchin' this show. It's hilarious. This chick- " The guy chuckled " She's babbling about kindness and shit, ya know, like how everyone could be good. " The guy said with a girly voice and started laughing hysterically, the others following his lead.

The Joker's eyes narrowed and he stared at the TV screen. Random people were talking to a woman about the good things that they've done. Some old lady was telling a story about how she gave money to a homeless person, another one was explaining the plus sides of being good and how wonderfully magical would the world be if there was just no crime and everyone loved each other. He ignored the ridiculous assertions coming from the TV and drifted off to his own thoughts. He had escaped from Arkham weeks ago but he hadn't done anything yet. He certainly had the energy and the motivation, nevertheless he didn't know what to do. And it was completely interfering with his usual self. He looked up at the TV again. Didn't those people think before talking? Humanity was rotten in it's core.

" I completely agree with you, if people were more patient and understanding, there wouldn't be so much violence and crime in our city. Being good is natural, it's based in the roots of humanity. It's fundamental. " the show host stated after finishing a conversation with someone on the phone. The Joker grunted. The woman's opinion utterly contrasted with his. She lacked a trustworthy basis to support her thesis, but what else could one expect from someone who radiates naivety. Her belief in goodness was sickening, he concluded.

AN: It's short, but I know exactly how to continue in the next chapter. Yay or nay? This was just to show the contrast between my original character and The Joker. And he is NOT going to kidnap her, fall in love with her and change, because she's just oh so sexy. Yeah, just thought I'd make this clear. Well, that's it from me.

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