Joker's Log
It's been two weeks since I was released from that horrible place and I haven't been able to do anything thanks to this ridiculous house arrest ankle bracelet. Oh, well six months gives me a lot of time to plan. I still have to see that overly chipper therapist daily. She is just so pleased with herself that I am doing excellent and adjusting to normal society so well.
I have learned many things in my two weeks of almost freedom. I have learned that people of normal society are far weaker than I originally believed. They have their day to day schedules and the things that they just absolutely know and when something happens which disrupts that people become hysterical. I saw a traffic jam today and people were enraged. There were people yelling and honking theirs horns, and for what? All because whatever self important task they had couldn't be completed in the time they allowed themselves because something came up. Yet, they call me the crazy one.
Any who, I do see the Bat more often, sometimes he even brings Robin. I get so excited when I see the boy; I miss hearing his screams and listening to his heart race. Especially since he always has a calm expression on his face, even when the boy knows he's doomed.
It's almost painful to sit there and act like I'm sorry that I ever hurt him. I find it odd that the boy seems to believe me, though. I'm assuming it's just something the old Bat taught him to throw me off guard. The Bat always did underestimate me. He would never admit it of course, but I guarantee that if he didn't underestimate me I would never get out as often as I do. Not that I'm complaining about that or anything. I just think that I deserve more attention from him.
I mean come on, the guy doesn't laugh and barely talks, which is a refresher after dealing with that infuriating Nightwing. All that one does is talk. How in the world did the Batman ever put up with him? Maybe that's why he felt the need to get a new Robin. Now maybe that's something to shut him up with. Daddy Bat couldn't stand him, so why should I allow him to live? It's Bat-clan population control. The world should be thanking me. Otherwise, the place would be over run with flying rats in capes. Now who really wants that? Not me, that's for sure.
Well, he'll be here soon. I guess I should go make myself look presentable and normal. Still hasn't found my imposter, and I watch the news. I know he's still out there. The Bat said he was going to bring me a surprise visitor tonight, which means I'm going to have to lay the normal act on thick. Better go prepare for tonight. No reason why it can't be fun. Hell, even if he brings that rambling Nightwing I can at least have a witty chat. There's something I haven't done in awhile.
The End