(This is a fan fic of the Joker, staring the Joker.)
Recorder clicks on, a voice is heard : "I have administered a special medicine that should bring the jokers memories to surface, and force him to tell us the truth at the same time. Hello joker, it is me, Harley, I had a few questions for you. first off, who are you?"
"You probably know me as the clown prince of crime, the laughing master of gothem, right? well I wasn't always this way, trust me. LEt me tell you the true story of why I do what I do. My name was Freddy worth. terrible name for my family since we where worth-less, HAHAHAHAHA, sorry to continue, I lived on the streets of gothem city same as any bum on the side of a building, infact I got a job at a chemical factory when I was only 11. It is funny how things work out isn't it, one minute you have the world at your back ready to be a begging Popper, the next your the most terrorizing thing on the streets, HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Please Joker, continue, I have to hear more."
"Oh, alright, you are no fun Mrs. Quinn, you really should put a smile on that face. anyway, where was I...Oh yes that is right, well, my father was poor, but not for long, we soon won the Lottery, quite literally. we baught up all we could, the factory, some Orphenages, we wanted to make money, with the money we had won. well it just so happens that one of the people my father had to do bussiness with was bruce wayne, I remember he had just gotten his families company, something about their deaths I don't know. and..."
"Wait, you knew Bruce Wayne? you have to be lieing"
"Aren't you the one who said this stuff made it impossible?"
"Yeah....We will centinue this later, I have to clear my head" the tape clicks off.
The recording starts up
"This is Doctor Harley Quinn, part 2 of the Joker Analysis. Joker, could you continue from where you where, I believe you had just met Bruce Wayne"
"Ahhh yes, brucey, the boy was a genius, even to me. He wasn't your normal rich prick Either, oh no. there was something different. anyway, me and him became great friends yada yada, moving on. Me and him where having a disscusion, it turns out that my stupid father wasn't going to share any of his money with me, Bruce told me that I should be lucky to have a father, but what did he know, his parents loved him before they died, I was Hated by my parents, so after I turned 18 I was cast out into the cold, but my father did do one thing for me, he made me a slave in his workforce. oh yes, I was back working at that stupid chemical factory, same job, less pay. so I decided to defy my father by becomeing rich, but how to do it, that was the big question. I couldn't trust my luck with the lottery, so I became a theif, I got a red cylendor of glass, cut it to fit my head, and decided to sport a classic bond like suit. it was rather nice with the red cape I got. I was gaining a lot of money, while others where losing it, I was an expert shot, taught by the best while my father was still forced to raise me. when I became rich agian my father was dumbfounded. but not detured, he decided to try and cut in on my money, by buying the real estate rights to any house I bought. he wanted to tax me out of house and home. so I decided to take all MY MONEY BACK! I decided to rob his prescious factory." The joker suddenly bursts into laughter
"Oh no, it is wearing off, ok I guess I'll have to continue this later. wow, if there is one thing to say about the joker, he certainly is resillient, and pretty smart."
"Harley quinn, here with the joker for our third conversation" her voice sounds almost overjoyed when she says the jokers name
"a few nights before the robbery I watched on the news, a man dressed as a bat had just started fighting crime, no one was sure if he was good or evil, didn't matter to me, he was a niuccience." the joker said this with the uttmost hatred. "So here I was ready for the hiest, when suddenly Bruce calls, saying "Oh Freddy, did you hear? a masked vigielanty is after criminals, if you where thinking of doing anything stupid I guess now wouldn't be the time" he said it with an anoyying squek voice "so Bruce calle me, as if he knew I was the red hood. nothing was deturing me from my plan. I got ready and made it to the factory. I finished with the final locks and got into the vault, a whole load of cash, all for me. I grabbed it all, came back and forth between me and a big truck I had got to do the job, after the six or seventh trip I was close lined. the man in the bat suit. he said "Red Hood, I know what you are doing, stop now and I will let you off easy." but before he could say any more I blasted him with my gun and ran, I got the last load into the truck, but was kicked backwords. I faught hard. but I lost my balance, I almost fell, the batman grabbed me and screamed my name, not red hood, but Freddy, how did he know my name?" the joker stopped for a bit.
"would you like to cintinue?"
"No, I want to go back to my cell, I have to contemplate. things."
"Hi their, this is Harley, me and Mr. J are talking about his life before he was so hansom." the sound of Harleys giggles filled the mic.
"Oh Harley, you are positivily amazing. but enough about that, it is time to finish up my little story. there I was dangeling for my life, nothing but batman holding me up, then I smiled, I excepted death, and I took my knife and cut his hand, making him release me, falling into the same vat of chemicals I had to clean every so often when I worked here as a boy. I fell for what felt like days, then I hit the chemicals, I thought it would burn, but it didn't...IT TICKLED!" I laughed the whole way until I sank to the bottom, they pressumed I was dead, but when they dumped the waste I was alive and well, better then ever, I now had a happier out look. my hair had turned green from the chemicals color, and my face had grown pale from lack of sunlight, my lips blood red, I think you know why."
"Oh boy do I evah" Harley said excitedly
"it was then I knew I couldn't be the red hood, I had to be the Joker, I looked like the guy on the playing card you see, and I couldn't stop laughing. especialy after I killed my father and finished the robbery, the batman wasn't there to stop me this time, and that Brucey wasn't around to make me feel like a bad guy, it was just ME AND THE WORLD BABY, and I was happy with being alone. then I met you"
"Oh mr. J yah mean it?"
"Ofcourse, I knew I just had to have you, so I pumped the room with small untracable amounts of my own personal joker toxin every session. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Oh Mr.J your the nicest most wounderful guy I know. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" the tape cuts off During the laughter.