"Saner Than You Know"
A "The Dark Knight" fan fiction
By: Romancing Heartbreak
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dark Knight etc….you know the drill.
Summary - Let's have a look into the mind of the Joker.
Hahahahahaha.
Laughter. It's the sound that is forever haunting me. It drives me to insanity. And yet, it's what makes me sane.
Why do I laugh when you scream? Well, they say sharing is caring. So I'm going to share my happiness with you.
As I dig the knife deeper, the laughter fades from my mind. It's replaced with ecstasy. As her skin cuts, oh so easily, so bloodily, she screams
Gotham screams for you, Batman. Their pleas blend in with this woman's screams. They plead for you to catch me, to stop me. They call for you, Batman. Will you answer their call?
You say I will rot in hell. You say I don't deserve to be called human. You say I'm inhuman because of the people I have murdered, the people I have tortured. Well, maybe that's so, but there's no need for name calling, Batman.
Why do you kill these "innocent" people you ask? For a reprieve. A break from the laughter. The insanity.
In the moments when my knife pierces their flesh, I am relieved. Clarity. Everything becomes clear. White. Silent. Their blood spills, but I barely see it. They scream, but I barely hear it. The laughter has faded away. Clarity.
You call me insane. You call me inhuman. Abnormal. You claim I kill the "innocents." Newsflash, Batman. They're not innocent. They've committed crimes, too. Think of it as convenient vigilante justice. You call me twisted, warped. Insane. Newsflash, Batman. I'm not insane at all. I might be saner than you.
I'm saner than you know.
