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Utter Madness
05/22/11(Sun)19:42 No.26165738>>26165632
Both goons cringed as Joker's eyebrow drifted higher on his corpse-white forehead. "Hmmm… I suppose it is a bit much to expect two such hardened criminals as yourselves to enjoy the wonders of magical technicolor ponies." He shrugged and turned around. "Oh well, night is young and all that. Plenty of time to educate you both." He chuckled and put his hands on his hips. "But you know, Mrs. Faust really has done a bang-up job on this; her and all those wonderful people who work for her!"
"Yeah but… it's still for little girls, right?" The first, suddenly realizing his mistake, crouched down behind his briefcase.
Joker barely acknowledged him, instead watching the ponies on the TV screen in front of him prance around with an enigmatic smile on his face. "True, but I remember the first time I watched this show. I laughed so hard I was nearly sick! But no one was hurt, and nothing was broken. Not one iota of suffering went into dragging a laugh out of me. I, dare I say it, I even 'd'awwwed' once or twice." He spun on his heel and fixed his thugs with a beaming grin. "Think of it! A show so wonderfully innocent and pure, so beautifully sweet without falling into saccharine, that it gets a laugh even out of me!"
The two mooks peeked out from behind their hiding places and looked at eachother, then at the ponies on the screen. "They are pretty cute, heh," said the second. "Especially the yellow one."
Joker looked over his shoulder. "Fluttershy, you mean? My friends, though it pains me to say it, I would almost give up crime, give up chasing Batman, even give up my purple suit just to see her smile." He sighed and turned his face to the overcast sky, a look of pure joy on his cracked and weathered face.
The first raised a hand. "So… we ain't gonna knock over that ban—AAAGH!" A ragged cry of pain tore from his lungs as a knife embedded itself in his hand, pinning it to the briefcase. |
