"Wait a sec. You're me, just all......Fancy in a serial killer way."

He then bowed while swinging cane around more.

"Thank you, name's "Jack Napier" and i prefer the term "homicidal artist".

When he said that term, i looked around the room. The art he had around, had pictures of people getting executed and the victims and executor has smiles painted on them. I was......Well somewhat offset. I wasn't freaked out, but something was off about the environment.

"Good....Paintings you have here Jack.

Jack then went over and put out his hand as if he wanted to get me up.

"Why so down, let me get you up."

Ok, i know this guy was a gentleman, but this was freaking me out. This guy was me and he wanted to get me up. I looked at his face, he was being calm, but his smile....Well the hack job of a smile was telling me something was wrong.

"Come on Joe. Up and at em'."

I then knew what he was gonna do.

"Hidden hand-buzzer, i grab your hand and i get shocked.....Till i'm a skeleton."

Jack then smiled and laughed. he then showed his hand and there on his hand was a hand-buzzer with a little skull on it.

"Oh yes, my boy. You are indeed me and not a fake. That's good to know."

I looked at him as i got myself up and cracked my neck. He went up to one of the paintings while using his cane to knock down the CD player that was playing and broke it.

"Like this picture, i love how the child in this is among a pile of bodies crying. He doesn't know what is going on........."

Jack then starts to do a fake crying routine and starts talking a fake crying tone.

".......All he....Knows is that his.......Mommy and Dada.....Is gone."

Jack then cracks a laugh that even freaks me out. As he laughs, he started to grab a gun out, looked like a small gun. I took out my own gun which i had special made bullets that had my own Joker gas mixed into the liquid lead and when the bullet hit a person, the Joker gas would kick in and make the person have a smile that would last for ages and have a laugh that would be forever. Jack took noticed and gave me "Oh please" look and pointed were his gun was pointed.

"Put that gun down boy, this gun ain't for you, look."

I looked and there across from him was a marble bust, and it looked like the Bat. I then looked at his gun and laughed a bit.

"Hehheh, that gun ain't gonna hit that bust."

Jack gave me a smile, then he started to mess with his gun a bit till the barrel was a foot long. I didn't that coming.

"Never underestimate me and my wonderful toys."

He then shot his gun which then out of all things, shot out a little "Bang!" flag popped out of the gun barrel. I just looked at Jack who looked a little mad while i laughed my brains out. He gave me a mean look, but he gave a cunning smile and you wanna know what he said?

"Joke's on you boy."

With those words, he pointed his gun back at the bust and pulled the trigger on his gun again and the flag was sent flying at full force. It hit the bust and it burst into many stone pieces like a woman head when hit by a flying speeding car wheel. I had to duck to make sure a piece of marble didn't hit me. I got back up and went up to Jack who laughed.

"Shit man, hell of a gun."

Jack patted my back and walked away.

"Thanks boy, come....."

Jack then went over to a table with chairs around it and sat down on one of the chairs.

"......Take a seat, i wanna talk."

I went over to the chair and on it was blades super glued onto it. I looked at it then gave Jack a deadpan look. He just chuckled a bit.

"Sorry, but it would have been funny."

So grabbed another chair and sat on it. I looked at Jack who just smiled. So i looked around and just sighed.

"So what? What do you wanna talk about?"

He gave me more of the fucking smile.....Well, i think he was smiling, due to that fucking piss poor surgery job he had, it was hard to tell.

"I wanna talk about you, how do you art?"

I just looked at him really offset, confused about the question.

"Art, like painting a cute little bunny, or a watery landscape?"

Jack shook his head in shame and looked at me.

"No, i mean your art of killing, how do you do it?"

I now understood the question and started to think.

"Well......I'm the improvisation type. I mean, i carry knifes and this gun on me. I made the bullets special by adding Joker gas to the bullet mix." But....Yeah, improv type."

As i told Jack this, he tapped his head and then nodded his head wondering.

"Uh, think along the way type of guy. Like it, but that's not enough. Tell me about a person you killed and how."

I made myself think, then i remembered one person.

"There was one guy, he was a Russian human trafficker. I didn't know he was till after i did business with him. He gave his services to figuring out how to take down the Batman, so after he told me what, i, a man of my word went town to the pier and the son of a bitch came up to me and a small boat came. I wanted to see what he bringing in, so he showed me. There were maybe 5, maybe 6 underage girls in there and they were scared out of their minds. I didn't like it the moment i laid my eyes on them."

Jack looked at me with a keen eye on my eyes.

"Not a huge fan of human traffickers, are you?"

I looked at him as i took a cig out, lit it up, inhaled and blew the smoke out of the slits on my cheeks.

"Not one single bit. I may be the Harlequin of Hate, but let's face it, i have my standard's believe it or not. Even i don't want anything to do with making underage girls into sex toys."

He looked at me stern, looking serious for once.

"Good, never liked human traffickers either, sick fucks. So, how did you kill him?"

I started to remember more.

"Well, i took my knife out and stabbed his lacky next to me, then i quickly went up to him and i knocked him to the ground. To make sure he didn't get away, i took my knife and stabbed his hand into the pier. I then started to kick and punch him."

Hearing this made Jack smile.

"Ahhh....Making him suffer though pain, don't see that much these days. You like making people suffer?"

I looked and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, sends a rush to ya'."

Jack then looked at what had written down on a small pad, like a srink.

"Really, do you get a rush when you get hurt."

Now i really thought about this, i do have the mini-scars around me, it does feel great when Batman hits me. Unlike most guys beating me up, when i get hit by him, i know he knows how to gives pain, and it is awesome.

"Yeah, really big rush there."

Jack then wrote what i just said in his little pad, then he looked at me.

"Wow, sadomasochist. That's something you REALLY don't see much. Now, you were saying about the Russian?"

I then thought back to that night.

"Well after beating him up, i took another knife and lowered it to his face. I asked him if he knew what true suffering was, he said no. So i put a cut on his forehead, hearing him scream was great. I told him that i was gonna make him go though true suffering, like what he did to the girls he made suffer. So i took my knife, lowered it to his naughty snake and....."

I did a slicing motion and Jack went back a bit shocked but impressed.

"You took the thing that he used to make girls suffer, really good. Really would make a great painting."

I shook my head and smiled more.

"Well, there's more. After slicing it off, i then went to his hands and told him that he used his hands to touch the girls in bad places. So i took his only way for feeling said parts. I sliced his hands off. He screamed big time and i enjoyed it. Some of the girls even screamed, and i wasn't doing anything to them!"

Jack then looked at me clapping his hands.

"Bravo dear sir, and how did you do the finale?

I looked at him with the biggest smile i could do.

"As he screamed, i noticed a harpoon on the boat. I smiled at it and looked at him. I then asked him why the woman went to the hosptial for a bleeding mouth and shitting out blood. He asked why as i grabbed the harpoon, i then answered. Cause' the mexican food went though her and stuck the harpoon up his ass and out his mouth."

After i said how i killed him, Jack then went up and clapped him hands in joy.

"Bravo! Bravo! You sir are a true artist. Granted, little gruesome for my tastes, but poetic justice if i heard it. You made him really know what it was like to be one of those girls."

I nodded my head while smiling and getting up.

"Thank you, i make people suffer just as equal as me, but i'm not shoving the harpoon up my ass."

Me and jack then laughed even more, he then put his arm around my back as he waved in the air while smiling.

"You know, if you had a art gallery, it would be a hit. I'll sure as hell be there."

I thanked him, and bowed.

"Thanks, i bet it would."

He then looked at me.

"Well, since you and me had our time together, onto the next room. Door's right there."

Jack pointed to a door and i went over to the door and said my goodbyes. I opened the door and entered. Once again, it was darkness. I then started to hear another person speak, this time, is was a little.....Well i guess growlish while sounding like a mad man at the same time.

"Well well, look at this flook. Looks like the hammer hit the nail over the head too hard."

I got up and rubbed my head. Hate when this happens. I opened my eyes to see a weird looking room, there were jack in the boxes, Joker cards, etc. But the room and stuff in it looked all twisted and more i guess dark colored.

"I gotta say, you remind of me of this one guy i seen in a movie. Same taste in clothes, hair's a bit off and what's this?!"

I didn't know where he was, but from the shadows he came. This version of me looked like a wild one....Really, this guy looked really unkept. He had a purple and yellow straitjacket on, fingerless gloves, bare usual stuff was there with wild green hair, white skin, his lips and smiled (Which had some crooked yellow teeth) and he had red eyes and he was smiling really messed up.

"Even the same way of keeping the jaw up, you a copycat?

I shook my head, what movie was he talking about? But i regained what i was thinking.

"Let me guess, you're that "schizophrenic, anarchic to the extreme" one Marcus told me about."

He looked at me and shook his head. The room now started to have balloons with his face on them started to appear with creepy-ass "Danny Elfman" style music started to play

"Nope sunny boy, i'm in no way like him. Glad too. I'm you and this is my playground."

Chapter 2 done, onto Chapter 3 (A/N- Hoped you guys liked this chapter. I know this chapter had a bit of a violent moment, but my Joker is into suffering, either his or other peoples. In cause you didn t know, I based some of Joker s mannerisms and look off of Kakihara from Ichi The Killer , he s a favorite movie character of mine and I wanted to tribute him. So here it is. Also the movie the next Joker talks about is Ichi The Killer . Speaking of next Joker, the next one in the next chapter is the Joker from The Batman. Just cause' i forgot to mention, chapter names are named after song titles, try to guess which artist did em'. Peace dude- Jac jc013 )