Entry of: The Joker
I hate this stupid journal. There's no privacy in it seeing as all the doctors in Arkham can read it so what's the point?
But now I'm out of Arkham, I escaped and for some reason I brought this journal with me...Hm. Oh well, I guess I'm writing because I'm bored. I'm in my hideout, I had a brilliant plan and executed it flawlessly but there is still no sign of Batman! How rude! At least my stupid apprentice, HarelyQuinn didn't royal f**k things up like last time. Stupid girl. I don't know why I haven't killed her yet...
"Mistah J?" a young female voice called. Oh great, here she comes now. "Yes Harl?" I replied coldly. She was dressed up in her Harliquen outfit, a skin tight red and black leotard type thing, with her blonde hair tucked in that silly jesters hat. She walked over and placed her arms around me. I hate when she touches me. "Mistah J...Are you still mad at me?" I looked at her. Actually I wasn't, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "Oh come on Puddin'!" she pleaded. I hate it when she calls me "Puddin'". "Harely, can't you see I'm busy?" I said, grating my teeth. She messed with my hair for a moment before backing away. "Sorry...Hey! Where's your daughter?" she asked. I looked up. Jenny...I hadn't seen her since we broke out of Arkham, but I'm used to that. I can't expect her to be with me all the time, she has to make her own reputation too. "Check the news Harl. See if she's on." Harley walked over to the TV and turned it on. The only news was about my recent kidnapping of the new DA, Scott Flowers. I turned behind me to look at Mr. Flowers, tied up in a corner, head bleeding. I laughed. "Ooh! OOH! Mistah J! There she is!" I quickly looked at the screen and saw the remnants of a huge explosion. "We are here at the remains of the First National Bank of Gotham. It seems that a large amount of gasoline, dynamite, and gunpowder that was stolen a few days ago was used here. No one knows for sure who did it, but a witness had this to say:" the screen went from a brown haired reporter to a teenaged witness. "Yeah! You've seen that Joker guy right? With the scars and face paint and the green hair?! Well this wasn't him! It was a chick that looked like him!" The screen went back to the brown haired reporter. "A Joker-look-alike or a new criminal mastermind? We may never find out. More on this and other crimes circulating around this "female Joker" at eleven. This is-" the TV clicked as Harley turned it off. "Wow Mistah J! Your daughter was on TV!" I smiled. At least she's not with that girly fool Crane.
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I know this one has a weird ending....But I kind of have writers block so please forgive me.
This is chapter 7 of the Arkham Diaries
Part two for (The Joker)
Next will either be for (Harley Quinnten) or (Jenny, the Joker's Daughter)
This is chapter 7 of the Arkham Diaries
Part two for (The Joker)
Next will either be for (Harley Quinnten) or (Jenny, the Joker's Daughter)
