Travelers Tale

This story is just something I thought up and wondered where I was going with it and why this song got stuck in my head while I wrote it.

Midnight at the glamour show on a Sunday Night
Everybody drink alotta whiskey and wine
We dance like no tomorrow
We're on Burlesque time
But everybody's gotta work tomorrow at nine

Touch me t-touch me baby but don't mess up my hair
Love me l-love me crazy
But don't get too attached, this is a brink affair

Vanity (pictures in magazines, movie screens)
Vanity (there is a camera, so many beauty queens)
Vanity (it's so good to be)
Popular and glamorous, we love ourselves and no one else
Va-va-va-va-vanity va-vanity, va-va-va-vanity

Nothin' wrong with being just a little bit vain
We need a little pretty cuz this country's insane
So go ahead and label me whatever you like
But nothings quite as sexy as a woman is fine

"Hunny I'm home."

I was tired out of my mind from the office, my feet were killing me and my back had seen better days. They often worked me for hours and let me out late and it was late, midnight almost and I had a long day, Was Tiffany asleep already? Or out at the casino again... Whimpering caused me pause, who? I started to search the house, was Tiffany OK? Was she hurt? I entered the kitchen to see the floor covered in blood and a streak of life force that lead to the upstairs bedroom... Tiffany was curled up in the bathroom that led to our bedroom; I froze at the sight of all the blood on her, what had happened to her?

"OH God!"

I rushed to her side, her face was turned away from me, I tried to turn her over, but she wouldn't let me. What was going on?

"Don't, I. They made me ugly..."

They? It had to be the sharks again, she gambled and got in too deep... like she always did, no matter how much I made, how many things I got her or how much I loved her... She wanted to gamble it all away... not that I didn't love her only that it hurt me to love her and not have her love anymore...

"Hunny, I love you, I don't care about that."

I finally turned her over, her face was covered in gashes, her cheeks split into half's and her forehead and chin showed a knife cut across them, I knew she was losing too much blood and if I didn't hurry I would lose the only person who had ever loved me at least for a little while.

"Hunny I'm going to call nine-one-one, just hang on."

I rushed to the phone...

"I'm leaving and I want a divorce, how could you think that this would make me happy?"

I gasped sharply as she turned away and walked out the door, leaving me to live alone...possibly forever. I laughed and laughed and I couldn't stop even if my cuts on my face burned and ached, I had been so serious all of my life and now, now I saw the funny side to all of this, She would leave me, She had never loved me, no one could have ever loved me. Things were going to get better, once you hit the bottom you couldn't go lower. When you hit the bottom you had not a thing to live for...

I cackled at the man scooting away from me, of course someone would take Ann even if no one would take me, This excuse for a man was living with my ex-wife, she was fucking him and I was going to kill him. Ann was going to get a surprise tonight.

"You know fucking her was the wrong thing to do buddy."

He whimpered lightly and I shot him point blank. I arranged him on the couch and waited for my Ann to come home. This was going to be very funny. Two hours rolled around before I heard the key slide into the lock. The door opened;

"Hunny I'm home!"

She walked in and slammed the door, coming round the corner she gasped and tears began to fall down her face, which funnily enough was fixed up.

"Oh my god. Why. Why are you here Joker! Why did you kill my husband?"

She had remarried? This fat tub of lard was her husband?

"I do believe it was pay back dear...After all I had done for you, you chose to leave and marry... This fucker you say? I don't believe we had a fair arrangement Ann."

She gasped again and sunk to the floor.

"Jack? You can't be... He was a good man...Had, Had no spine."

I didn't did I. I was a good man once and this bitch had fucked me over so much.

"I know sweetie I was a coward. Now day's sweet cheeks I'm The Joker. You thought that you could just walk over me and take my life away because I was no longer pleasing to the eyes? Who the fuck cared? You had a fucked up face too!"

She whimpered at my anger;

"I know I was wrong... I don't know how to fix it!"

I grinned and stood up.

"I do."

I looked at the headline of the paper;

"MAN AND WOMAN BURTALLY MURDERED!"

I giggled and read on. Ah how I loved the paper.

'56 year old James corners and his wife Ann corners 48 were found last night by their worried baby sitter when they had failed to pick up 9 year old Jamie Corners. They were found in the living room James shot and Ann dead.'

Duh she was dead; I'd killed them both after all.

'the Joker is suspected of killing these two as his calling card was left behind, if you have any information about the deaths of James and Ann Corners please call'

I did it duh; I don't just rent my cards out. They would have found out by now that I hand paint my cards.

"Joker what did they ever do to you?"

I started and looked up at batman.

"They created me."