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It had been nearly four months since Joker's release from Arkham Asylum. Four months of memories disappearing left and right. Four months of unbearable guilt. Four months of feeling himself begin to split down the middle and begin to tear himself in two. What memories he did have left, didn't feel like his own. He watched them play over and over again in his mind like a torturous and unending movie. It only got worse when he wasn't awake.

But they finally found her. Yes. It had been a woman who had done this to him. Her name was Mercy Lenora. She was a nurse for a children's hospital out of state. She was a shorter woman - around five foot with shoulder length ginger hair and thick rimmed black glasses and brown eyes. Was. This woman was the one who had done this to the Joker. Who had done something to him at Arkham to torture the man. And the Clown Prince of Crime was not about to step to the side and let her go on scot-free after finding out who was behind the attack on his identity.

Although she did not slip up as soon as he would of liked - but eventually, she did slip up. Miss Mercy had made the mistake of coming back to Gotham. Poor, poor girl. So paranoid was she of being found out, she had come back just to make sure that she couldn't be found out. Had she not done this, there would have been a very good possibility that Joker would have never found her. But she was clumsier this time. She had gone to the GCPD to ask if the Joker, specifically, had been committing any crimes as of late. Such an odd thing to ask the police, wasn't it? She could have just looked it up online - but she was so paranoid that they would track her ip address!

But the clown had a mole in the building who often monitored from the front desk. He would remember her face and later would look into security cameras as she would get into the car - taking down her license plate. And wouldn't you know it! It was the same vehicle that was outside of the Asylum for nearly four nights in a row then disappearing the day after. Tracking her down was easy enough. Now she resided within one of Joker's warehouses, face full of bruises and her nose had become a facet of red before he even had a chance to look at her! The clown wasn't happy about that all - the boys must have been so pent up from not having work that they were taking their frustrations out on the poor woman. Joker would have to give them each a slap on the wrist after all of this was over and done with.

The harlequin of hate finally made it into the building, a massive grin upon his face and fire in his eyes. He was so ready to put an end to this gag. "You were this close!" he giggled, walking up to the woman who shook like a leaf. "If you just hadn't come back- and to the police of all people! You let fear get the better of you," he grinned darkly, glaring down onto the woman. "P-please... I-I-I.." "Shushhhhhh shush shush shush," he bent forward, putting a single gloved finger on her trembling lips. "You don't get to beg for me to release you. To show you Mercy" he giggled; the nurse recoiled slightly as he inched his face closer to hers. Joker then stood up, a more serious sneer on his face. "I think this particular prank of yours has gone on long enough, m'dear. What did you do to me?"

"W-wh-what? I-I.." "Oh quit beating around the bush and tell me!" he snapped ferociously. The woman closed her eyes tight, tears streaking down her cheeks, turning red and black from her mascara and her blood. After a moment of waiting oh so patiently, he turned to one of his goons with a new found smile. "Fetch me mallet!" he exclaimed, putting his two hands out giddily like he was about to receive a bag full of candy. Mercy's eyes popped back open and she watched as the clown was given an exaggeratedly large mallet, a smiley face painted in green with 'x's for eyes. He grunted slightly as the top heavy part landed on the ground with a loud WACK which made Mercy jump and yelp. He dragged it back towards her and she began to plead over and over like a broken record. He sat down on the head of the mallet, leaning his head against the handle. He leaned forward and put his knuckles under her chin, gently lifting her face to look at him.

"Think of this as a visit to the dentist. The longer you prolong it - the more pain you're going to wind up in," he grinned. He then looked over his shoulder at this goons and waved them off. "Go ahead and wait outside, boys! This shouldn't take long!" Once they had all left the warehouse, he turned his face back to the woman. No longer was there that same fire in his eyes, no evil grin upon his face - he looked rather serious now. "What did you do to me?" Now it was the Joker who was begging, his hands wound tightly around the handle of the mallet insecurely, rather than threateningly. "You w-wouldn't...... wouldn't believe me if I-I told you..." she whispered, her voice husky from sobbing and screaming for help prior to the clown's appearance. "You'd be surprised what I would be willing to believe these days," he returned quietly, his eyes dropping to the ground. Her face slowly began to shift from fear into pity as she looked upon the clown. Joker looked rather... helpless as he did, despite the dangerous weapon in his hands and his very easy capability of killing her right here and right now.

Mercy took a deep breath. "I.... I have powers. I-I only learned about them recently but.... I have the ability to... bless... things... I guess you could say...." she stopped, waiting for his look of disapproval at her start. He seemed indifferent and only waited for her to begin again. "I attempted to bless you before... like I've done... at my job.... but.... It didn't work. You were absolutely no different. The second you were released from Arkham, you went killing almost immediately. I... I had to think of some way of making it more powerful I-" she took another deep breath and closed her eyes. "You don't understand.... so many kids look up to super heroes like Superman and Batman and-and Wonderwoman and so many more. But... some of them look up to the villains too. Some of them look up to you." Mercy stopped, reopening her eyes and looking at Joker who seemed... uncomfortable. "They get such a watered down version of you that some of them think you're funny! Some of them think that you and Batman are actually best friends at the end of the night... some of them wish they could smile even when they didn't feel like it... how could I stand by and watch as these kids go to bed with plushies of someone like you? Seeing what you really are?"

"If these kids were going to look up to you... I wanted them to look up to someone good. So I... mixed some of the previous medications you had been given that were supposed to reverse your aggression and madness but.... I blessed it. I gave the strongest blessing of compassion that I could give. I figured... I just figured that compassion is what you were really missing.... and it was something those kids should see from... all their heroes." The Joker stood up suddenly, turning his back to the woman. "That's... it?" he asked, bewilderment laced through his voice. "Compassion? That's all it took for me to turn into this?!" he said, suddenly spinning around and facing her again. "What about my memories disappearing?! The nightmares! Madness was my escape - my emergency exit - and you've wielded the door shut!" he exclaimed. The woman's face twisted into that of confusion. "Your... your memories? I didn't do anything to... disappearing?" "Yes! My memory wasn't tip top shape before but this is just ridiculous!" he sighed exasperatedly. "I-I'm sorry I-I... you.... the memories should still be there I didn't do anythingtothemIonlygaveyoucompassionohgodI'msorry-" "Stop," the Joker spoke with an edge in his tone which made the nurse stop talking immediately.

Joker lifted the mallet up from off the ground and then began to swing it. Mercy screamed and closed her eyes. CRASH! She peaked hesitantly through her eyelids and saw that the head of the mallet had crashed into the side of a large wooden box, packing peanuts bleeding from it. "You're going to fix me. You're going to undo this mess," he commanded. "I-I can't I- please - I just - it was only meant to make you a better person I-" "I don't want your excuses! Just make it stop!" he snarled, yanking the mallet out from the broken box and letting it rest against his shoulder as he got ready to swing again. "I- I CAN'T!" she yelled, sobbing hysterically. The Joker stopped, face falling further, and he let the mallet fall once again. "You.... you have no idea what you've done to me.... you've killed me," he laughed shallowly, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "You've RUINED me! No... no someone can fix it - damn it I'll ask the king of the fairies if I have to!" he giggled a bit madly, planing his hand on top of his green hair and staggering back a few steps. "Do you know how strong a blessing has to be to give compassion to some-someone like you? Besides... who would... want you to go back to who you were...?" the woman asked hesitantly, knowing full well that she had over stepped the line. Oh how he loathed the words she had spoken because.... she was right. No one missed him. Not Harley... not Batman... not anyone. His empire was in shambles. The Joker was done for.

A knife slid out from his sleeve and opened upon a sharp flick of his wrist. Fear returned to Mercy's eyes as the clown approached her. But he walked passed her and cut the rope that bounded her hands and then returned the knife to its place. "Don't ever come to Gotham again. If you do... I will kill you. And I'll grin while I do it," he promised. He then turned on his heel and left the building. He told his goons to go back home, just as he intended to do. He drove to one of his shabby apartments and stormed right into his bedroom. On one side was a wall full of pictures of him from over the years. Pictures from the newspapers and fan blogs and even ones Harley had taken of them and him. He sat on the bed, staring at it tiredly. He stared at them so hard, looking for himself within them. But he just couldn't see himself in those pictures anymore. He couldn't see anything but emptiness and pain. This was a greater punishment than Batman or the GCPD or any enemy of his could concoct. This agony had consumed him and now he had a silly little word for it. Before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled out a cell phone from the side table drawer and brought up Harley in his contacts. He texted - 'Meet me at the ferris wheel. Please.' He sat there for a moment longer before throwing the phone to the side and getting up to to and wait for her by the ferris wheel in Amusement Mile. Joker didn't even know if the number he texted was hers or if she had ditched it long since their break up. But he needed someone to talk to. He just needed someone who once understood him.


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Apr 14 2017, 08:58 PM



I mentioned it in the cbox but I'm going on a trip! (thus my absence lately) and going to be going camping! Meanwhile I wont have any internet >< BUT I'll hopefully be getting back Monday and getting right back on top of posts the day after~ SO GET READY FOR MORE JOKER SPREES WEEEE~ XD
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Joker had created a new disguise that his goons didn't and wouldn't know about. Of course, no one would know about it - it was new. But the aim of this one was... odd at best. The mask looked almost completely identical to himself. They only difference? It had a normal shade of skin. Same with the mask's eyebrows and the wig. They were almost completely like his own only they were a dark brown. Despite putting much effort into such a creation he... hardly had the courage to try it on. He didn't want to look at it in the mirror. He knew he was dissociating from his memories, as if he weren't technically part of them. He was worried seeing himself in the mask would only make it worse.
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But as it was, the Joker had run out of books to read. But he was in need of some new ones anyways, ones that weren't falling away from the spines. The clown figured he would pick some up from one of the nearby bookstores - always support your local businesses! However, he'd first need a disguise. He purposefully avoided looking at his newest one, sifting through his older ones. But before he knew it, he had picked up the one identical to himself and stared at it. It was... uncanny at best. He thought about making a fire right then and there and tossing it in so he wouldn't have to think about it ever again. But he didn't budge. It wouldn't hurt to wear it just this once. Then he could dispose of it afterwards - he decided. Either by trash can or by fire - whichever would suit him once he got to that bridge.
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Finally, he suited up. Though, he wasn't technically in a suit. With his mask on and painted hands to match; he wore a plain navy blue shirt with a black jacket and blue jeans. He still didn't dare to look in the mirror and just hoped that everything looked alright. He then left the apartment and wandered down a few blocks before starting to look for a store. None particularly popped out at him but he decided he just needed to pick one and get it over with. The door swung open with a small chime and Joker felt briefly relieved that there wasn't anyone waiting around at the front. Before an employee could seek him out, he dove for the shelves and began looking through the mystery section. He picked out a few. Then found himself wander into the psychology section. He picked out a few - briefly thinking that Harley would enjoy these more than he would. And before he knew it, he was in the self help section. Maybe he would just get some ironically...
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The only self-help he needed was to stop filling his arms full of books. Eventually, he walked away from the section before aimlessly wandering around the store again. But then almost ten minuets later, he was in that damned section again. His eyes narrowed as he read over the titles. 'Getting Past What You'll Never Get Over', 'The Prince', 'How to Be Less Charming and More Real', 'How to Swallow Your Pride and Tell Her You're Sorry'. These were all absolute garbage! How did anyone read these books seriously or write full novels on them? .... Better get a few so that he would have something to point and laugh at. Eventually, both arms were heavy with books, carrying about ten to fifteen of them. It was only after he had collected all of them in his arms did he see the hand baskets sitting right there as plain as day at the front of the store. Of course there were. The Joker grumbled to himself and made his way over before kneeling down and putting the books in the basket one in the time. As he looked at the overflowing basket, he wondered if he was getting enough.

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As months went by since his release from Arkham, the Joker grew more irritable and disgruntled by the day. No one just vanished in thin air without a trace! No one except Batsy, of course, but he was special. But no abominable asylum doctor was clever enough to do that. But oh how the clown loathed asking for help. It crossed his mind once or twice to give the Batman a taste of the situation. Hell, he'd even thought of asking Eddy! Surely that man would love to sink his teeth into this riddle of his. But no, Joker seemed hellbent on writhing in his own stupor.
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But his bored days among his multitude of warehouses and apartments, alone and plan-less, he had time to dissect every little thing that he could. He began to write down words and when they didn't involve taking down the Bat, they led to discussing himself. In every sense of the word, he was really just writing a journal. Not that he'd admit it or had even thought it as such. But as days and weeks road past, he began to have a sinking feeling as he would read back on what he wrote. Ramblings of a madman were obviously encouraged but these.... these words were thoughtful and grossly understandable. Why, one would think he sat down writing this while listening to some smooth jazz and sipping a glass of wine!
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Things like, "it's harder to remember certain things" and "why am I beginning to dissociate from my memories? I did it! I know I did! I'm proud of them! Aren't I...?" continuously popped up in his entries. Like in the later stages of a cell, he was beginning to split. And he didn't know how to stop it. Maybe one of these days he'd feel the pressure of loosing himself, desperate enough to phone a friend or throw him a life line. But that day had not yet come and he was content to foolishly tell himself that he had plenty of time to figure this out. To tell one hell of a joke to the poor damned soul that he would get his hands on for doing this to him. He still wasn't even sure what had been done to him! Magic wasn't out of the question, since he had met his kingly-ness: Ronny. But Joker was understandably cautious about what conditions he'd be held under for asking for the king's help.
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The clown prince of crime needed a change of scenery. Albeit the lounge wasn't a 'change of scenery' but it would be enough from these stuffy rooms that he had trapped himself in these days. Joker dressed in his usual purple pinstripe suit attire and pulled on his long purple trench coat. It was absolutely raining cats and dogs, as Gotham often did, and he wasn't in the mood to be totally soaked to the bone. It was the beginning of evening time once the clown had stepped out. A couple of his employees stood about the modern looking green car - unexpectedly normal looking. Joker approached the two men, a green brow raising and his ruby lips frowning somewhat as he looked at them with his toxic gaze. "Something the matter, boys?" They shuffled nervously, and Joker allowed himself a moment of patience as he thumbed the spine of the journal in his trench coat pocket. "Uh... we was just wonder'n if we were going to be... uh... doin' a job soon. Ya know, what you pay us for," one of them finally spoke up.
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The clown slowly peeled his lips apart into a menacing smile. These days, he didn't feel like smiling like his old self - but he was able to go through the motions easily enough. "If this isn't job enough for you - scram," he sneered through his teeth. The two men looked at each other and shared an equally unsure look. "You know, I'm really don't like having to repeat myself. I said SCRAM!" he snapped and yanked out a gun from one of his other coat pockets. The two men ran for the hills as Joker slowly eased his index finger on the trigger. BAM. A short white flag waved outside of the barrel with the words 'BAM' on it. He chuckled shallowly to himself as he yanked the car door open and tossed it into the passenger seat and climbed in himself before driving off to the Iceberg Lounge. Seeing as it was still early evening, the lounge wasn't too full yet. He made his way to a rather vacant portion of the lounge and sat down at a booth. After looking around for a moment, he tugged the journal from out his pocket and laid it out on the table and opened it onto a fresh page with a pen in hand and no words coming yet.

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Mar 8 2017, 11:32 AM
So, ya'll might have noticed that I haven't been too much around this last week. Whelp, that's because I've been helping clean the entire house and prep everything for my sister coming home! She's been off in Thailand for the past half a year. Today, me and my fam are driving out of town to go pick her up, while also visiting some relatives and friends. We'll be driving back on the 12th so I'll be able to get back to posting sometime after that. Thanks for your guys' patience! <3
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