The Joker

[bkey]

The disfigured face stared back at him through the mirror. The cut crawled up his cheek like a weed. It was to be an everlasting reminder of the Batman, of how he mercilessly caused this deformity, this mutilation, which marked his face. As the blood dripped into the sink, forming a crimson pool, an idea entered his mind. Quietly at first, he began to giggle. He picked up the knife which had lain by his feet. Slowly, he began cutting. As he watched the smile slowly evolve onto his face, he began to laugh harder still. The blood did not disturb him, the pain was nonexistent. Finally he was done. He gazed upon himself and his new eternal smile. His high pitched caw of a laugh sputtered from the depths of his dry throat, and as he laughed, through the mirror his gruesome disfigurement of a face laughed back hauntingly.