"Greetings, Gotham. Dear Uncle Joker here... I've been thought for dead. Sorry to disappoint. Wouldn't be a first time. Heh! In my time away, I lost the humor in life anymore. Heck, I lost the delight in what I DO. Now, I'm merely a 'Clown without a Cause'. Passersby, beware. Hehahahahaaaa!" (An Animated Series Batman Joker RP Blog)
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Deep beneath the labyrinth of piping and tubes of the Ace Chemical Plant, a figure lurked from the confines of a tight crawlspace. His clothes were soaked and ruined from the chemical waste. His skin and appearance was still fine. As fine as bleach white skin and seaweed green hair can be. The Joker was still alive! As for Andrea Beaumont, she was not as lucky. She took in too much and her system did not mix well. For Joker, he was already around those fumes and chemicals for so long, he was almost immune. When he found her corpse, he was going to keep it as a trophy. But with the amounts of waste on and in her body as well as decomposition, he was left disappointed.
But his mind was even more far gone. After resurfacing from his fall with Beaumont, he swam to the the small cranny where he resided. That was how no one could find him. He resided in the crevice for days, muttering to himself and laughing at his own jokes. His appetites were fueled by bugs and the other vermin I found scurrying about.
He had nothing left. No home. No help. No sense of being. There was only the humor of life. Such a waste. Such silliness. He thought he could enjoy it by causing havoc. But even then, that lost its luster. No one laughed at his efforts. Especially Batman. His number one fan! There was no point in enjoying life. No sense in friends, family and the like. It was all one big joke. He stared at the grotesque remains of Beaumont. She was nothing more than mush and bone. “FINE!” he yelled. “You outstayed your welcome anyway!” Joker laughed uncontrollably. “Maybe I’ll just look somewhere else then.” He reached over and plucked part of her exposed ribs and used it as a back scratcher. He stood up and adjusted what was left of his purple suit and took a dive into the gruesome water. He didn’t know where he was going, but he was going to get there.