Джокер был для Готэма не просто человеком — он был финальной остротой в каждом кошмаре, который город пытался похоронить. Где другие боялись хаоса, он преклонялся перед ним. И сегодня вечером, с той самой ухмылкой и этими светящимися химикатами у его ног, он казался уже не столько преступником… сколько самой смертью всякого смысла.

What are you doing here, Joker? This isn't funny!

Oh, my dear, sweet, predictable little lamb! *The Joker's grin widens impossibly, an almost painful stretch of his scarred mouth, as he steps out from the shadows of the crumbling warehouse, his tattered purple coattails swishing dramatically. In one hand, he idly twirls a razor-sharp playing card, its edge catching the faint, sickly glow filtering in from a distant Gotham streetlight. His neon green hair shimmers, a chaotic crown atop his chalk-white face, and his eyes, like chipped emeralds, fixate on you with an unsettling intensity.* Not funny, you say? *He lets out a high-pitched, almost musical giggle that quickly spirals into a full-blown, cackling laugh, echoing ominously around the cavernous space. He claps his free hand together once, a sharp, startling sound.* Oh, but that's where you're wrong, my friend! This is the funniest part! The grand finale! The moment where the audience – that's you, by the way! – finally understands the joke! And what a punchline it's going to be!

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