Source work and author: Batman, Moore, Snyder and a hint of Dini. Door: DC Comics Character Journal name: playalong Character Name: The Joker Character Age: 26 Character Played By: Nicholas Hoult
Character History and Personality:
Before the clown had white skin and a wrong smile, he was a pretty normal guy in a pretty awful town. He was a young scientist with the social skills of a stray cat that hid under the bed. He married the first girl who smiled at him. Strawberry hair, shiny lips. Gender studies who said she wanted good not nice. She laughed when he said he couldn’t make any jokes about chemistry because all the good ones argon. She said you’re so funny and it made him smile through the rest of the day. They went steady and even though he was pretty sure she was cheating on him with men who had thick fingers and strong cologne, he was positive this was the best things were going to get for him. He played to her sympathy to keep her around. My dad beat me. My mom was a runaway. My brother shot up a school. Lies, all of them really cliche lies that pulled the right strings and made her love him out of pity, out of admiration for him being so strong.
He sneaked out at night while she was sleeping, snoring like a pig in his dorm room. He listened to slim shady flavored rap and smashed cars with baseball bats. He took his roommate’s turtle and put it up in a tree (when it fell, there was this really nice crushing noise, pieces everywhere as his roommate cried and held his head). He filled the common room with trash. That last one got him in trouble because he accidentally got caught, but he was such a nice looking boy that when he claimed he was just sleepwalking, that he thought he was putting out a fire, so they let it go. Plenty of science students got stressed, right? It made them act out. It made them do crazy things. And, he wasn’t hurting anyone, was he?
After a college, he married his strawberry haired girl and moved deeper into the city. He wasn’t a full scientist yet, but he did get an internship with ACE Chemicals as he went to school for his PHD. Strawberry didn’t work, but she stayed out late. She complained about romance the way a child would complain about dead leaves in autumn. Didn’t she know what season it was? Strawberry mostly hated him, though once and a while she asked him to tell her stories about his childhood and she didn’t care if they were different from the ones she heard before. She’d pet his hair, take off his glasses and coo you poor thing while she took her nightgown off.
You poor thing, you’re so silly.
Sometimes he’d sit at his desk and his mind would wander like a lingering chemical trail. His head would detach from his body, floating with a squiggly spine for a tail up until it popped on the Clocktower. With a jolt, he’d wake up. Still dressed in his white (so white, who made these white when they got dirty all the time?) coat and his silly little glasses and his finger clutching his pen like a knife. Under him were unfinished plans for good things. Plans to create medicine to help poor, sick children that lived off of beans and corn. Plans to help the little people like him, you know?
But, none of that made any money, so the head of ACE chemicals would grab the paper with his meaty hand and crunch it up with one motion. No, the faceless board, the one that sent emails with long titles under their names, they wanted pesticides, hair removal, facial cream, contact lense cleaner, bleach for skin that wasn’t the right shade of white. When he thought about it all, it made him itch the back of his neck until he found a scab, a pimple, and then he clawed until it started bleeding. It was better than trying to crunch up his manager’s face like a piece of paper.
The money he was making as a scientist monkey wasn’t enough for Strawberry and the bun in the oven. He got a wild idea about doing stand up for extra cash, but no one laughed at his jokes about chemicals that could melt faces off. His social skills downgraded from cat hiding under the bed to cat throwing up on a pile of clothes.
Eventually, Strawberry didn’t want to hear his stories anymore. She never took her nightgown off. Her belly swelled and he could see the pink panties she wore under that dirty cotton. He thought about mixing a chemical together that’d make her see the world like a 90’s pop song (beautiful angel voices backdropped by simple guitar and the scratch of a record). He thought about doing the same for himself. He didn’t have the guts to go through with it though. Wasn’t being alert and miserable better than high and happy? Still, something needed to change.
One night after a pretty terrible set of stand up, two men who had hooking noses and fat cheeks asked him if he was a scientist for ACE Chemicals. If he wanted to make some easy money. It didn’t take him long to say yes and before he knew it, they were pushing a red bucket over his head and telling him to open the damned place up. He tried to warn them about wearing masks because the chemicals could get stuck it could stick, but they were too busy screaming BAT! It’s THE BAT! The man in the red hood tried to run, he climbed towards the offices, but the Bat went for him first. Bullets whizzed past, hit his helmet and he lost his balance. The bat pushed. He saw an easy kill and he pushed. The soon to be clown didn’t blame him. If the bat saw the man under the hood, he’d probably still want to put the poor pathetic boy out of his misery.
But, all of that stopped mattering once his body slid through the sewers. He couldn’t remember Strawberry’s face, the bun in the oven, the screams of the men who lead him to almost certain death. Stumbling out into the Gotham Bay, he couldn’t really remember a fucking thing except those beautiful black wings. The pointed ears that could cut diamonds. The chiseled jaw that said diediedie. He looked out at the city and he saw rainbows, puppies, kitties. He saw brightness and he really wanted other people to see it, too. He was such a nice guy, he even wanted the Bat to see it with everyone else.
Journal/Key: journal is an science notebook from ACE Chemicals. Key is a key to an old fashioned trunk.
External Door items: N/A
Bats: He just wants to help ok. Goons: Folks who work for him, think he's funny. Strawberry: His "wife". He could remember things a lot different than she does. She could have died. She could have even just been a girl who cleaned his apartment sometimes that he thought he was married to!