Post by Joker on Sept 13, 2012 21:23:35 GMT -10
HE-HE-HE-HEHEHEHAHA HA HA[/i]
The laughter the rang out was none other than that of the cynical Joker. The man that found laughter in the most ruthless of situations. The most sickening of instances he found pleasure in... and he was free. He and that wonderful doctor, Harleen Quinzel and they were back on the streets of Gotham. Everybody in Gotham was enjoying their Thursday night dinner, watching their Television programs, or the homeless on the streets with their antenna televisions but all television feeds and video websites, and radio waives cut to static and that laughter that everybody got to know rang out. A dark room with a small ceiling light, dimmed, hanging over head waiving back and forth as Joker steps into the light for the camera to be focused on him.
Joker: Guess who's back, ladies and gentlemen! Your friendly neighborhood Joker is back on the streets of Gotham and I figured that... that we could use a little bit of a CHANGE. Not what Cobblepot has you believing... not what anybody tells you. You see when the explosions across from the gazette happened... it ALL could have been prevented. All that had to be done was that damn BAT had to show up... but everybody that believes that stupid bat is your savior THINK AGAIN because he let everybody die! The game changes here and it changes now. See, Joker is back on the streets... to cleanse Gotham. First Gotham... and then the world! HEHEHEHAHAHAHA! See, this is the reality that everything is going to be OK is... how can I say it... not going to happen until I get the bat's head on a silver PLATTER! See, it's all part of a twelve step program to make Gotham into a better place. And for each day that goes by that there's no bat... than somebody, somewhere in Gotham is going to DIE! HE-HE-HE-HAHAHA
Joker steps backwards into the darkness but as he steps back, a woman with black paint around her eyes, wearing an outfit of colors red, black and white, and her blonde hair into two pig tails and a bit smile on his face with a sledgehammer in her hand, held up across her shoulder.
Harley: And you can call me Harley... and the first warning will be in 48 hours and Mistah J isn't playin'. Get us the bat or people start to die! This has been a public service announcement from Mistah J and yours truely! Chao for now!
Haley blew the camera a kiss and it staticed out and back to the previously airing programs.
The laughter the rang out was none other than that of the cynical Joker. The man that found laughter in the most ruthless of situations. The most sickening of instances he found pleasure in... and he was free. He and that wonderful doctor, Harleen Quinzel and they were back on the streets of Gotham. Everybody in Gotham was enjoying their Thursday night dinner, watching their Television programs, or the homeless on the streets with their antenna televisions but all television feeds and video websites, and radio waives cut to static and that laughter that everybody got to know rang out. A dark room with a small ceiling light, dimmed, hanging over head waiving back and forth as Joker steps into the light for the camera to be focused on him.
Joker: Guess who's back, ladies and gentlemen! Your friendly neighborhood Joker is back on the streets of Gotham and I figured that... that we could use a little bit of a CHANGE. Not what Cobblepot has you believing... not what anybody tells you. You see when the explosions across from the gazette happened... it ALL could have been prevented. All that had to be done was that damn BAT had to show up... but everybody that believes that stupid bat is your savior THINK AGAIN because he let everybody die! The game changes here and it changes now. See, Joker is back on the streets... to cleanse Gotham. First Gotham... and then the world! HEHEHEHAHAHAHA! See, this is the reality that everything is going to be OK is... how can I say it... not going to happen until I get the bat's head on a silver PLATTER! See, it's all part of a twelve step program to make Gotham into a better place. And for each day that goes by that there's no bat... than somebody, somewhere in Gotham is going to DIE! HE-HE-HE-HAHAHA
Joker steps backwards into the darkness but as he steps back, a woman with black paint around her eyes, wearing an outfit of colors red, black and white, and her blonde hair into two pig tails and a bit smile on his face with a sledgehammer in her hand, held up across her shoulder.
Harley: And you can call me Harley... and the first warning will be in 48 hours and Mistah J isn't playin'. Get us the bat or people start to die! This has been a public service announcement from Mistah J and yours truely! Chao for now!
Haley blew the camera a kiss and it staticed out and back to the previously airing programs.
