Chapter 8
Thrashing vacant grief, pounding depleted ridicule, slap in the face. Nothing but the frozen
damp stone floor, where he half found himself laying, constricted by the worn-out straight jacket, cuffed and beaten. Not defeated. Taste of his own blood lingering in his mouth. Overwhelmed by delirium. Sweet half-dead delirium. Bitter voices of the past ridiculing someone distant. Only the ghost of a boy he thinks he might have known.
Sometimes in delirium and dream he has visions of this boy. Joker is torn between thinking the boy deserves what he gets and feeling sorry for him. The visions of the crying boy far away, where everything is familiar and every hurtful voice is there but not here.
Joker slams his head against the stone until he feels a blackness almost take over, then he can think again. So much clutter up there. So much he keeps forgetting to forget. Forget. Forget. Forget. He thinks bashing his skull on the ground.
Random chaotic death. Precise well planned, overly thought out chaos. Notes that had notes. Did Batsy think there was no method to the madness? Why the madness was the very method! He didn't need to take over the world or control everyone in Gotham or anything so over done, no it was a quiet delicate procedure. It required no expensive equipment or over-paid henchmen, no team-ups, and no big plot twists. It was elegant, like all his jokes. It was simple. It was funny. That was the purpose. It was funny because it was random. It was funny because there was no method other than madness. It was funny because Jack was meaningless, worthless, amount to nothing, in the game of life
Jack was just another non-player character.
Jack was a pawn. Joker was a king. Jacks came and went like the sunrise.
The world would go on while Jack rotted away 6 feet under, and in the end it would make no difference. Yet Batman continued to make the massive effort to make his own life count by trying to save Jack's. Jack's death gives Batman's life purpose.
Joker giggled to himself, hearing the rain fall heavily outside the thick stone walls of Arkham Asylum and hoping Batman got the joke too. It was just too good not to laugh about.