Just a little fic I thought up about what Joker thinks in his free time. It's more of a short little poem.
I don't own Joker or batman.
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As I sit here in the bathtub, I look at the reflection of my face in the water.
My face is mangled, stark white, with a big red smile.
You'd think with the smile, I'd be happy, because I look happy.
But I'm not. I never was.
Ever since the accident that screwed my face, and ruined my life, I've lost everything I held dear.
I've lost friends, lost family.
Sure, I have henchmen who do what I tell them, and a girl who obsesses over me, but they don't know the real me.
The me behind the face.
The me behind the mask of the Joker.
I sit here in the bath thinking.
Bathes are supposed to cleansing, but unfortunately, this life and this face are things I can't easily wash away.