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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,187
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own these characters, nor the people who have portrayed them.
Forever
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Batman fandom, the characters herein mentioned, nor the people who have portrayed them. I do not make any profit from this story.
Just a simple, short story inspired by the Joker's line: "I think you and I are destined to do this forever."
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The Joker looks in the mirror, eyes permanently glazed. His purple suit had lost some of brightness; now, it was more of a periwinkle, and he hardly needed his white face paint anymore. Though, his old maid did constantly bitch about him borrowing her lipstick. He couldn’t help it; he thought it was a cheese stick. One of those mozzarella ones that peels apart.
What was he talking about again?
“You old badger,” croaked a voice from across the room. “You’re talking out loud again! Can’t an old man take a stroll through his rest home in peace?”
“Bahh,” the Joker groaned. “At least I can stroll without a walker, you old coot!”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Turn up your hearing aid, J-Joh-oker,” the masked man wheezed.
“Ah, come turn it up! It’s your own damn fault we’re both here. If you had let me drop off that building, you could have died in
peace years ago.”
“What?”
“Huh?”
…..
“What were we talking about again?”
Just a simple, short story inspired by the Joker's line: "I think you and I are destined to do this forever."
----
The Joker looks in the mirror, eyes permanently glazed. His purple suit had lost some of brightness; now, it was more of a periwinkle, and he hardly needed his white face paint anymore. Though, his old maid did constantly bitch about him borrowing her lipstick. He couldn’t help it; he thought it was a cheese stick. One of those mozzarella ones that peels apart.
What was he talking about again?
“You old badger,” croaked a voice from across the room. “You’re talking out loud again! Can’t an old man take a stroll through his rest home in peace?”
“Bahh,” the Joker groaned. “At least I can stroll without a walker, you old coot!”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Turn up your hearing aid, J-Joh-oker,” the masked man wheezed.
“Ah, come turn it up! It’s your own damn fault we’re both here. If you had let me drop off that building, you could have died in
peace years ago.”
“What?”
“Huh?”
…..
“What were we talking about again?”