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I wrote a thread called The Joker's Sidekick (Villain Idea) and I know, I know, it sucked. But then 
Jodo comes along with an AMAZING idea and I mashed it and the youtube series "The Joker Blogs" together to make this.
It's not done yet obviously but here it goes.
With the Joker on his way to Arkham, Batman believes the city is safe, but he is horribly wrong.
Two weeks of a peaceful Gotham, which meant two weeks of a boring, dull and miserable life for Mr. J. The only fun he ever had was Tuesday when he got to talk to his lovely Puddin’, more formally known as Dr. Harleen Quinzel.
“Now, mister um, joker”
“I like Mr. J”
“I’m not calling you that.”
“Is Puddin’ sad?”
“Please sir, address me as Dr. Quinzel.”
“Uh, no thanks! Hahaha!”
“I think our ‘discussion’ is over, dismissed.”
“Whatever floats your boat Puddin’.”
“That’s Dr…… oh never mind.”
Harleen didn’t exactly like her discussions with “Mr. J” but apparently Joker loved them, it was all he would look forward too in the week. Each day would be the same, (besides Tuesday) Joker would eat his breakfast, stay in his cell. Then he would eat his lunch, and then talk to his boring doctor, Mr. Brendan Giles, Joker hated Giles. One day when Mr. J got his lovely meal of Mystery Meat with a side of Jell-O he noticed a boy around the age of 18 was sitting at his table. He sat down,
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Replied the boy, who did not seem to be afraid of the man in smudged fading make up across from him.
“Listen I don’t know if you knew this but know you do, this is my table.”
“I don’t see your name on it.”
The Joker lifted up his plate to reveal the word “Joker” carved in the table. The boy stared at it, picked up his fork and carved “Joey” in it.
“Now it’s ours.”
TBC.
Look for Part 2! Coming very very soon
Jodo comes along with an AMAZING idea and I mashed it and the youtube series "The Joker Blogs" together to make this.It's not done yet obviously but here it goes.
With the Joker on his way to Arkham, Batman believes the city is safe, but he is horribly wrong.
Two weeks of a peaceful Gotham, which meant two weeks of a boring, dull and miserable life for Mr. J. The only fun he ever had was Tuesday when he got to talk to his lovely Puddin’, more formally known as Dr. Harleen Quinzel.
“Now, mister um, joker”
“I like Mr. J”
“I’m not calling you that.”
“Is Puddin’ sad?”
“Please sir, address me as Dr. Quinzel.”
“Uh, no thanks! Hahaha!”
“I think our ‘discussion’ is over, dismissed.”
“Whatever floats your boat Puddin’.”
“That’s Dr…… oh never mind.”
Harleen didn’t exactly like her discussions with “Mr. J” but apparently Joker loved them, it was all he would look forward too in the week. Each day would be the same, (besides Tuesday) Joker would eat his breakfast, stay in his cell. Then he would eat his lunch, and then talk to his boring doctor, Mr. Brendan Giles, Joker hated Giles. One day when Mr. J got his lovely meal of Mystery Meat with a side of Jell-O he noticed a boy around the age of 18 was sitting at his table. He sat down,
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Replied the boy, who did not seem to be afraid of the man in smudged fading make up across from him.
“Listen I don’t know if you knew this but know you do, this is my table.”
“I don’t see your name on it.”
The Joker lifted up his plate to reveal the word “Joker” carved in the table. The boy stared at it, picked up his fork and carved “Joey” in it.
“Now it’s ours.”
TBC.
Look for Part 2! Coming very very soon
