Bad
characterisation & ends too quickly- constructive criticism welcomed.
Based on the
first scene in "The Killing Joke".
Playing Patience
By Threnody
Playing patience. He was playing patience again. Not that it
was actually him- the last time- but the doppelganger had obviously been issued
instructions.
I almost started the conversation I had tried to before, I've been thinking… about you… and me… I
said we'd kill each other. The impostor hadn't replied.
It was the disturbingly named "visitors' cell". A
table in the centre of the small room dimly lit by an old light hanging from
the ceiling. Joker was sitting opposite me, playing patience. I could only see
the silhouette of his head. All I could see clearly were the hands laying out
the cards, like before.
Joker laid another card on the table in front of me. It was
a joker, a red one. In full jester's uniform, surrounded by a garland of
flowers, dancing on a globe. Laughing.
I was surprised that the asylum allowed him the cards, but
then, I was surprised at a lot of their tactics.
"So Bats," he began, as always, a hint of laughter
on the edge of his voice, "You cheat at cards?"
I didn't answer. I wondered if there was an answer. He laid
another card next to the first, identical except it was black.
"I know why you're here, murci¾lago[i],"
He shuffled the pack, "You're here to inform me of the error of my ways.
To persuade me why you've been right and I've been wrong, all the time. The
whole time; imagine it!" He chuckled, but stopped abruptly. "And here
I thought that it was a free country. Freedom of speech- do you believe in it?
If so, can I borrow your phone?" He paused, as if about to laugh, but
stopped.
I found this disconcerting, I always expect my greatest
enemies to act in predictable ways. I mentally shook myself reminding my already-calculating
brain that Joker's only repetitive trait was to be unpredictable.
"Of course, you could be here to succeed where so many
psychologists, psychoanalysts, psychiatrists and psychopaths have failed
before. To find what makes me tick, to know why I did what I did." Another
soft chuckle, and another joker card laid on the table. Red, this time.
He paused in his shuffling of the pack. He cocked his head
on one side, as if considering something. Leaning over to me, his permanent
grin made visible in the dim light, he whispered, "I'll let you in on a
little secret, morcego[ii]…
AA batteries to make me tick, though I'm sure you could do even better in the
right situation…" he froze there, his eyebrows raised in a conspiring
manner.
I expected the come-on, but they were usually better worded,
accompanied by some admittedly witty joke, not that I'd ever tell anybody that.
Joker leant back, and, almost to my relief, began to laugh, loudly.
Outside, I heard the security guards shift. The laughter put
them on edge, obviously. I wondered how many bad experiences they'd had for
Joker's amusement. Another black joker on the table. They were all in a neat
line: red, black, red, black.
I decided I should say something, if only to stop the
laughter that had ceased to be comforting.
"How do you
think your progress has been in your time at the asylum?" I wasn't sure
why I'd said it, perhaps as an incentive for him to say something. I gave
myself a mental kick as I realised I was coming up with reasons after the
action. Something I never do.
"Oh I'm fair to middlin', don't you worry, Bats,"
I had to look up the phrase afterwards, "As well as can be expected in a
place that invariably makes you crazier than you actually are, something I'm an
expert on, as you know." He giggled.
"But enough about me!" he laid down a red joker,
continuing the pattern. It occurred to me that there shouldn't be that many in
a pack, "How is my little chave-souris[iii]?
Still upset about what I did to seinem Rotkehlchen[iv]?"
He waited for an answer.
"I'll never
forgive you for that." Stupid, left myself wide open.
He burst out laughing, so hard he fell off his chair. He was
rolling around on the floor in his restraints, banging head against the wall,
laughing like a madman. An accurate description, perhaps.
The guards wasted no time in running in with the tranquillisers.
"Perhaps you
had better leave", mumbled the doctor nervously. He was obviously just as
frightened of me as the he was of the Joker.
They dragged Joker away, but before the tranqs set in, he
managed to throw the pack of cards at me.
They were all jokers.