Disclaimer: I do not own the canon, I merely enjoy it.
Starring: Joker
Author's Note: For SincerelyMNM who so politely asked for more.
Joker stands in front of the table and watches the boy.
The suit that Harley had painstakingly put together fit squarely on him, socks pulled smartly up to his knees (no more street-light coloured tights), the bow tie hanging limply around his neck (a noose to strangle what is left of the Bird out of him) and the empty smile echoes through the room. But it's not quite right, he thinks.
Motioning for the boy to come over, the small chin is tilted up (the same chin that took so many punching gags to the face) and gently, more gently then he has ever touched Harley Quinn, he spreads his greasepaint dipped fingers across the small face (no more grins underneath domino masks) and spreads the green lipstick across the plump lips.
Almost. Not quite. Turning around he fiddles with the counter top before twirling around and pinning an acid-filled flower to his breast pocket and cackling (no more batarangs for you sonny-Jim!). And then he steps back and watches his creation, God of his universe. Lord of his kingdom. Softly he calls for his marionette and she hesitantly steps through the curtain, a smudge of grease staining her white face and then stares at his creation, his magnum opus with wide eyes.
"Oh Mistah J, he's beautiful."
The Joker laughs long and loud.