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Introduction

The Joker embrasses his brother wrapping his long arms around him. He had been worried that after his journey he would be rejected. He smiles widely showing his pristine white teeth, his eyes momentarily darken to a deeper red.

His brother relises him and show him to a ratty old couch.

“Who are? and what do you mean? Special?” The younger Joker asks as he walks towards the kitchenette.

He doesn’t answer straight away as he searches in his coat pocket for an item. If he’s correct and his brother is the one he’s been searching for then this item would work.

“It’s, uh, not a lot..but feel free to make yourself at home.” The younger man offered to share a beverage with him..He smiled up at his brother.

“Water. I only drink water. My stomach can take nothing more”

The young clown bought a glass water to his strange visitor. He watched as the older man took a sip of water. No Lipstick was visible on the rim of the glass. He took off his purple glasses and his coat. He still only wore his black and purple pants. He turned and addressed his host.

“I suppose introductions should be in order. I have had many names over the long years. I have been called Devil, Monster, Nosferatu. I have been named the Pale Demon, the Laughing death..Joker even..But I call myself The Duke.” He smiled at his young brother, and took another sip of water. He leaned back on the couch and crossed his very long legs. His red eyes seemed to glow as his gaze never left the other.

“Now little one, what do they call you?”

@smilerschaotic hooray I kept it short!!! So the mystery deepens enjoy (laughs evilly)

#Joke Rp #Mysterious dark Joker #The Duke of Death #Posssible destiny?#king-of-comedy

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What if?

(A stand alone peice)

Lonely’s mirror was, once again, broken. Though, this time it wasn’t the product of his short and frazzled temper. No, something much more interesting had occured.

The new Joker was….elsewhere. To be perfectly honest, Lonely wasn’t entirely sure where he’d gone, or what he was up to. He would simply return when he felt like it. Now, though, Lonely went about attempting to replace his mirror. He needed it mostly for make-up, but……but…he had made a promise. In present circumstances, the promise should be void, but Lonely had been thinking. Thinking about all the times he’d done awful things and chased those closest to him away. How he’d really wanted them to stay.

He’d promised a fellow Joker that he would never run. That he would never turn his back, and so, he kept replacing mirrors. Though, somewhere in his mind and heart he knew that it was time to move on. That they were not coming back.

He leaned the mirror against the wall, above the dresser, and took a step back. He sighed heavily and sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his faded green hair. He’d work for the future. He really would. But there was nothing stopping him from waiting and hoping. After all, Lonely didn’t give up, just like Lonely didn’t walk away from a fight. The stubborness was written in his bones, engraved in his being. It’s what had enabled him to last all these years, despite all the struggling.

Lonely just never knew when to quit. He lived on the edge, fighting for everything, always risking it all. He couldn’t step back, he couldn’t give up.

He looked up and peered in the glassy plain. A green-haired man looked away, pointedly avoiding the mirror in his own home.

Guilty, Lonely thought. Guilty same as me. Why can’t we all just work past this? I miss you.

He turned away, looking through his bedroom doorway out into the living room. It was ok, wasn’t it, for when he was alone, to sit and think and miss. As long as he still tried to work forward…..

……When Lonely was all alone, he could think ‘what if’ and wouldn’t be doing anything wrong.

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A friend?

“ Hello there, I am so very happy to meet you at last. I’ve been watching you through the mirrors for awhile now. You are so very special. .I just had to come.” The new Joker smiled at Lonely, his hat in one hand.

“Come give me a hug.” He went on, holding open his arms. Dark brown eyes met red ones, but Lonely didn’t take a step closer. This wasn’t a main stream mirror Joker. Not one of the regulars. Not even a silent observer, like Lonely was.

Still…..Lonely felt the familier comfort of a fellow Joker. Cautously, he hugged the man. “Who are you?” He asked. “What do you mean? Special?”

This Joker trully was larger than him. He had to look up to see the other mans face, which he could now see, wore a pair of purple specticales.

Lonely guided the other clown to his tattered couch. “Its, uh, not a lot….but feel free to make yourself at home. You like coffee, tea, or energy drinks?” He kept studying him, curious. The tight, giddy feeling never left his gut. This is what he’d been waiting for. He knew it.

@theloonyduke again its short. Ugh. 😔😞😒 but i’m working on making it longer…

Hope you enjoy!!

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A New World

Clutching at the mirrors frame he extricated himself from the Fractured Dimensions. Other Joker’s tried to grasp on to his frock coat but, they were cast back by the green flames that surrounded him. He slowly emerged from the mirror smiling as he did so. He couldn’t wait to meet his brother waiting just a few steps away. With a final shove he pushed himself in to the New World beyond.

He slowly unfurled himself to his full hight. He moved his head from side to side loving the feeling of his neck bones clicking back into place. He stretched his arms up above his head. His fingers brushed the ceiling. His eyes settled on the jittery clown stood watching him. He noticed his bandaged hand was in his pocket.. twitching around. He gave his little brother a huge smile, swept off his top hat and gave a low bow. Holding out his pale hand, in a deep and heavily accented voice he said.

“ Hello there, I am so very happy to meet you at last. I’ve been watching you through the mirrors for awhile now. You are so very special. .I just had to come.” He smiled widely. The mirror behind him suddenly cracked then exploded into a bright shower of silver shards.

“ Come and give me a hug”

@smilerschaotic well here’s part 2… hope you like it…😁

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An Opening

Lonely moved quietly around the Ha-hacienda, filling the time woith small, mundane tasks. He changed his bandages, reapplied his face paint, took off and cleaned out the pockets of his long purple coat, flipped through television channels.

He walked past the mirror on several occasions, if not more. The final time, though, he felt something cold. He stopped, dark brown eyes peering into the glass. A tall, dark figure slowly aproached. Lonely could jusr barely see glowing red eyes, and the dancing forms of green fire.

Lonley felt a tight, hot flash rush up from his toes as he looked at the on-coming figure. He felt…..excited. A giggle escaped his throat, and he watched, transfixed, as the figure came ever closer.

He could now see a large hat and purple frock coat, as well as bright white teeth forming a huge grin. The man was huge, even for Lonely, who was 6'2".

“A Joker,” Lonely muttered. “Has to be. Has to.” It felt like ages since he’d last heard from anyone. And now….one of them was traversing the mirrors. He couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t known anyone was paying attention the night he’d lost it, screaming and raging at the glass in true lunatic fashion.

The glass darkened to a inky black colour, and green flames struggled to break free. A pale hand gripped the mirrors frame. On an impulse as old as time, Lonely gripped his blade in his pocket.

@theloonyduke not as long but slightly more descriptive 😁 I’m making progress, I hope!

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Sacrifice

A low moan echoed in the quiet room. A rustle of clothing ..another low moan. A giggle sightly louder than the moan broke the silence. A door opened. A giant of a man entered the room. He was easily over seven foot tall. He was thin and pale. He wore a long purple fur frock coat. On his head he wore a top hat with a strange pair of bronze goggles attached to it. The hat made him seem even taller than he already was. Perched on his thin pointed nose he wore a pair of glasses, the lenses were a deep purple. He smiled unnaturally wide, showing two rows of perfect white teeth. A panicked cry split the air as the tall man walked further into the room.

“I’m so very glad you decided to stay!” The tall man’s voice was deep. He had an odd accent.

He walked towards a man. A naked man. He was nailed to a cross, arms and legs nailed wide apart. Huge nails had been hammered through his wrists and ankles. Dried blood clung to open wounds. His head hung low as the tall man reached him.

“So, so glad. I would hate for our fun to be over so soon….Bruce.” He whispered his victims ear. He grabbed a hand full of his hair and yanked his head up.

He smiled at Bruce. His black lips ghastly against his bluish pale skin. He let go of Bruce’s hair and turned away.

“I really need you. Just as you’ve needed me. Yin and Yang, Light and dark. Tragedy and Comedy.”

The tall man talked as he removed his coat and his top hat. He neatly placed them on a clean surface. He turned around all he wore was a pair of back and purple striped pants. His torso was bear. He looked emaciated. His pale skin was scarred. One huge twisted scar ran from his left shoulder right down to his right hip. A wound that should have killed him, yet here he stood.

“Be right back Brucey boy, just got to get a few toys!” He laughed as he left the room once more.

Bruce’s breathing became panicked. He had no idea how long he had been here, but his “Toys” always meant more pain. The pale man entered the room once more and placed large bag on the floor, he smiled once again at his victim and gave him a wink. He left again. Bruce started to rock, trying to get away from his restraints. This only opened the wounds on his wrists and made the shattered bones rub together. The agony was like broken glass and fire. His blood streamed down his arms. He started to sob. The pale man entered once more carrying a very large mirror with him. He balanced it against the furthest wall. Bruce could see his reflection. The pale man shimmied back to him and put is long thin arm around his shoulders. Both of them looked in the mirror.

“Well don’t we make a pretty pair?” He giggled at their reflections.

“J..Joker..What..what do you want?”

The pale man slowly turned his head to address Bruce. He had taken off his glasses. His eyes were blood red. Bruce momentarily wondered if he was even human.

“What - Do - I - Want? huumm? What do I want?” He slowly walked over to his bag of toys.

“What do I want?” His voice sped up becoming higher as he picked up a bat with nails hammered through it

“WHATDOIWANT?” He shouted the words blending together.In two long strides he was in front of Bruce and the bat swung right into his side.

A scream rent the air as ribs broke and skin ripped. He yanked the the bat back and with another huge swing he hit Bruce again. As he yanked the bat out of his victims body for a second time, the Joker smiled and he calmly said

“To get through that mirror! My brother needs me!”

The Joker dropped the bat and walked to the mirror. He could see another Joker sat looking at him. He was younger, with long green wavy hair.He had a twisted scar across his mouth giving him a permanent grin. His hands were wrapped in bandages. He put his hand on the mirrored surface in a gentle manner. A soft look in his red eyes as he looked at the other clown. His own reflection with his vivid green short hair and his porcelain skin neatly blotting out the other.

“He needs me..” He whispered lovingly.

Bruce Wayne couldn’t see the other Joker, only himself and his Joker. Blood bubbled from his lips. Something had been badly damaged inside of him. If he could talk the madman round maybe he could still escape.

“Joker.” Bruce could barely speak above a whisper.”Joker…please..you need help. I can take you back to Arkham..” With a snarl the Joker leapt to his feet and stalked back to his victim. He grasped Bruce’s face with his clawed hands the long black fingernails penetrated his flesh.

“I will not be going back..Batman. Oh and your never leaving here. It’s been fun these last few years, but our time has come to an end.I have to get through the mirror see, and the only way to do that is to make a blood sacrifice. “ He went back to his bag and withdrew a vile of some purple liquid.

“Joker, you know you won’t kill me..remember what you said that night on the rooftop of the cathedral. Remember we were destined for one another?”

The Joker started to sprinkle the liquid in strange patterns all over the floor around Bruce. He didn’t acknowledge that Bruce had spoken. He mumbled unknown words as he continued with his strange ritual. Bruce tried again.

“You promised to never kill me…and I promised never to kill you..remember..Joker?” Desperation dripped in every word Bruce spoke.

The Joker looked up. A tear fell from his eyes.

“Oh yes Bats I remember. I remember that night so very clearly.” He dropped the vial and went back to the bag once more.

“Yes, that was a beautiful night. The moon was full and we could count all the stars the heavens. I can honestly say I have never loved you more than I did that night. It was perfect.” He tuned around holding an ornately carved knife and a lighter.

“Please Joker..don’t do this..please..Jack..” Bruce cried as the Joker caressed is wounded cheek with his hand.

“I wish I didn’t have to Bats, but he needs me.” As he spoke he thrust the dagger into Bruce’s abdomen.

Bruce couldn’t breath, as he looked at Joker. Pain and anguish shone from his eyes. Tears flowed down Jokers face as he ripped the knife upwards, spilling Bruce’s inners out onto the dusty floor. He reached inside of him and took his failing heart in his hands. He looked at Bruce and kissed his lips.

“I do love you Bats, that’s why you have to be the sacrifice.” With a twist of the knife Brue’s heart came away free. He withdrew his bloodied hand.

Without looking at his dead love he lit the liquid on the floor. the patterns burst into bright green flames. He stood in front of the mirror and holding the heart out toward the slivered surface he shouted.

“Lord Anubis, Your servant has sacrificed his truest love. I hold is heart in my hands. Give me the power to traverse the Fractured Realms. Another soul calls to mine.Great Anubis accept my offering”

He bit into the heart, swallowing a huge chunk. Blackish blood spilled down his pale belly as he chewed. He could see is little brother waiting for him. He smiled. He would be there soon. He turned from the mirror and walked in to the flames. they didn’t burn him. They cleansed him of all his imprity. He bathed in them, revelled in the warmth that infused him. The heat in the room made the mirror bend and melt. The surface became liquid. He walked back out of the flames his skin glowed white and his eyes shone with hells fire. Picking up his coat and hat he stood before the mirror. With one step, he entered the Fractured Realms. He knew the way. He could see his brother waiting. all it would take is one more step. Images of other jokers flew around him. Voices echoed back and forth. He ignored the cacophony. He took that one step and entered another world.

@smilerschaotic..enjoy ;0)

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Bandaged

Lonely sat in a new Ha-hacianda, in front of a new mirror, with heavily bandaged hands. This mirror was a bit smaller than the other, but it was much cleaner. The Ha-hacianda it’s self was small, filled with the various junk that had occupied the other.

Lonely didn’t talk. He did not have to. Instead, he waited patiently for an old friend. This time…they would find a way to break the barrier and wreak havoc upon whichever Gotham they chose.

Occasionally, he’d twitch or flinch a bit. Or he’d lick his lips and bare his teeth like a wild animal.

Still, Lonely waited.

@theloonyduke I started small, hope it’s good!!

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Heavy blow/ moving forward

That word: death

It was a lie. He was not dead. He wasn’t.

He had been exiled, cast out, but he was not dead. He was very much alive…..

That word: death. It was a heavy blow to his chest.

“I AM NOT DEAD!” The confused man screamed at the broken and bloody mirror. “I AM STILL HERE!” He curled his freshly cut up hands into fists and hit the mirror again and again and again, screaming all the while.

“NOT DEAD NOT DEAD YOU CAN’T KILL ME!”

A Loon had saved the man in his darkest, most hateful moments. He’d been ready to follow the only person who’d ever understood him, and to cease his existence.

He’d been ready to follow Heath because he was Lonely and lonely and didn’t know what to do when in a panicked state and when he was hurt and afraid memories he had blocked would surface and drag him under and he’d lash out in desperation ….

…. because at that moment, more than any other, he couldn’t bare to be alone.

“Don’t let them think me dead!” He yelled at the mirror, “I am very lost and very confused and I am a selfish ass but I am not dead!”

He slumped forward, dropping to his knees. What happened to me? How did I get this way? Why….why do I always break the good things?

Why can’t I ever just stay?

He sat there, staring at the mirror for a long time. Apathy. It always started with the goddamn apathy. Then the panick. Then the paranoia. And he’d be silent until it was too late, and everything was lost.

“I’m not dead…. I’m just…. just…” He flailed for words. He sighed. “I’m just sorry I….”

He finally stood up. He nodded his head….. and then he hung a blanket over the mirror.

For him, it had started with hope. With love and acceptance and the urge to try.

He’d keep those memories. He’d cherish them the way he cherished the time he and Heath had together.

He’d make a mistake, he supposed. In his broken mind he didn’t know what it was…..but he could accept it.

Lonely would keep looking for his home and his people and for those who loved and understood and fought for him.

He already made one amazing friend who hadn’t run from him, one who would journey with him and help him.

“To those I’ve hurt, I never meant to. I have a lot of flaws and sometimes I do terrible things….if I could… I’d fix whatever I have done wrong. But…it seems my hands are made of stone, and I’ll break everything I see. I’m sorry. Good-bye.”

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