That's what he is, I guess; a disease that infected Gotham City...
... Of which there is no cure.
Let’s just say that it was pay back for the second boy Robin. And yeah, he did save you. He saved you because if he didn’t, you would’ve died by my hands. And I don’t regret it at all. Besides, you lived to wreck havoc another day so everything was peachy clean, right?
Oh you know. Making sure Bats doesn’t say so serious. How’s life treating you, Joker?
“Don’t regret it at all, y’say? Kid, I don’t think it’s healthy to feed yourself that much baloney! Haha!” Inching his head into a slow tilt, leaning back into his chair while his arms crossed themselves— as well as for his legs.
”How am I? Why, I’m… Just. Peachy.” Stroking his chin, “Y’feelin’ awright, Birdbrain? A li’l under the weather, maybe? Papa Bat sent you out into Big Bad Gotham without helping you rid that nasty li’l flu? Heheh…”
(Source: the-feast-of-fools)
”Why, if it isn’t The Man Who Can Hardly Be Bought. Slade, buddy ol’ pal, how’s it hangin’?”
”Why, don’t you look snazzy? You’re sharper than Warden Sharp. Though, to be fair, practically everybody is sharper than Sharp.
Gives him an unamused look of the azure slits glowing like nightlights, crossing her arms under her chest. Was that meant as mockery? Hmph. Would have more effect is she knew details of the mentioned event. “Charming way to say hi.” Sorceress slightly huffs, eyes scanning over the man’s chalk white skin. “You are not undead, are you? That can’t be a healthy skin color, not for a human.”
”Don’t like it? It’s this new skin-care product elegantly labeled Crémé Dé La Acid Bath, it does wonders for the complexion, I tellya!” Poking his head out to meet the visage she sported of unamusement, “… Wanna try?”
Dreadfully asking in a sinister as well as husky tone, all the humor in his previously flamboyant demeanor seemingly sucked out of him dry. But then it’d all come flushing back like that of the air conditioning ventilation systems in one of those sleazy Gotham hotels, you know the type, that rattle and crackle and clink and clank before really letting you feel that reassuring chill.
“But alas, like the ol’ sheep Ma an’ Pa an’ the rest of my folks made me out to be, I stray from the matter at hand.” Doubling over with one arm outstretched while the other tucked itself around his lower abdomen, the tails of his pinstriped purple coat fell over his bent rear.
”I, am The Joker.”
(Source: the-feast-of-fools)
”Oooh… and just who might that be who knocks so eloquently on my chamber door? Do these eyes of mine deceive me?
“Countess, darling, is that you?”
”Why… looky what we have here on our hands, folks! If it ain’t the Bird Boy Blunder, all grown up an’ in his Big Boy jammies. Let’s recap, shall we? Last time you an’ your’s truly— shall I say— mixed it up… y’practically killed— oh wait, no, you did. You actually managed to kill me.
“That beautiful, shining beacon of enlightenment for a moment of course was tarnished by big ol’ Papa Bats comin’ in an’ savin’ the day by— ironically enough— saving me. But hey: Y’win some an’ y’lose some, no? So, how’ve ya been, Junior?”
