This is pretty random... most of my stories are... there's no how or why, this just happened...

Sorry, Joker fangirls. :(

Oh, and the story I invented behind his scars is sort of lame, so yeah...

He continued to giggle, though blood trickled out of his mouth as he did so

He continued to giggle, though blood trickled out of his mouth as he did so. His laughter came out in strange gurgles, and one of his purple-gloved hands groped at his stomach where the handle of his own favorite knife protruded.

The Joker had given up on trying to stand up; he knew he was going to die, so fighting was useless. The more he thought about it, the more it made him laugh, and he ignored the stabbing pain in his stomach and lungs as he shrieked with hysterical laughter.

One man stood before him, shocked at what he had done. How had he, an ordinary citizen, just defeated the most wanted criminal in Gotham without even knowing what he was doing?

"So… so tell me…" the Joker panted as he wiped off some blood at the corner of his mouth, removing some of his make-up in the process. "Tell me… tell me your name," he finished weakly, giggling again.

Then man opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"… No? No name?" the Joker inquired, coughing slightly. "Well then…"

There was a long pause, filled only with the Joker's uneven breathing.

"Wanna know… you wanna know how I got these scars?" he asked with a smirk forming across his bloody face. His tongue licked the corners of his lips where the scars were etched into his skin.

The man shook his head stiffly. "N-no… I don't." He didn't know why he was still standing there. He didn't know why he wanted to watch the Joker die. Maybe for the satisfaction knowing that he had been the one to defeat him… even if it was on accident.

"No?" The Joker smiled, coughing. "Well…. I'll tell you anyway…"

He spit some blood out of his mouth and started.

"You see… on a Halloween night, many years ago"- The Joker's sentenced was interrupted by another cough- "me and my friend Johnny were trick-or-treating. We both went as clowns…" He laughed at the word. "We liked to pretend that we were crazy clowns… hehehe…"

The Joker shifted his body slightly and looked at his defeater.

"We ran around with our plastic knives on Halloween, scaring all the little… the little kids." He cleared his throat and spat out some more blood. "But then… I realized… in Johnny's hand… it wasn't a plastic knife. It… was real!" His eyes seemed to light up and he laughed again.

"Now, I get scared of course. He's laughing at me. 'Aw, why so serious?' he says to me. 'It's Halloween!'" The Joker began giggling again. "'You don't have to be scared…' he said… he said to me. I told him to put the knife down, and he kept-" he coughed again- "laughing at me, and came towards me. 'We're supposed to be clowns, remember?' he said. 'You're supposed to smile!'" At this point the Joker began laughing even harder, his body shaking. "So… so he comes up to me… and he… he says… "Let's… let's put a smile on that face!'" The Joker burst out laughter manically, and his laughter turned into hacking coughs.

"He… he was always more of a joker… rather than me… isn't that funny?" the Joker wheezed. "But now I smile more than he does! Why? Because… he made me smile! Forever!"

The Joker started choking again, still laughing, but at the point where he could no longer continue his twisted story. His face was now whiter than the make-up remaining on his face. His hideous scars stood out prominently, making him still appear joyful although it was clear that he was in pain.

He let out a final giggle and looked up at the man.

"Why…. Why so serious?"