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The Joker's Concubine	By : Jokersconcubine Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 17805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“So you’re not interesting in fucking me at all?” she asked. For years, the only men who’d given Desiree the time of day were the ones who wanted her body. She wasn’t sure if she should be offended by his lack of interest or flattered that for once someone just wanted to talk to her.

“Not at the moment, though my moods are ever subject to change. Ask me in five minutes and I may tell you something different. See, here’s the thing,” he leaned back and looked towards the ceiling. “Sex is like money. It’s easy to get, quickly gone, and utterly meaningless. That’s not to say it isn’t fun sometimes. But mostly it’s just a random itch I scratch from time to time. I sure as hell wouldn’t waste two hundred bucks on it, regardless of how easy money is to come by.”

She snorted at that. “Easy, huh? Maybe for you. Not for everyone. If it’s so easy, why am I on the verge of being homeless and starving.”

He gave her a level look. “Maybe you’re weak. Maybe you’re stupid.” She shot him an offended glare. “But more likely, you’re just shit out of luck.”

“I don’t believe in luck.”

“Maybe luck was a poor choice of words. Chance might be more accurate. But luck has a better ring to it. You’re a starving hooker because that’s the way the cards fell. Life is like one giant poker game and you, my dear, did not get dealt the best hand. In short, you are in this…predicament…because shit happens. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

She raise an eyebrow at him. “Shit happens? I wish that were true. No judgments, no blame. Just random luck.”

“Oh it is true. And you know the really great thing about luck?” He paused and stared across the table at her. A smile touched the corners of his mouth. “It can change at any moment.”

“Maybe. But I’m sure not holding my breath. What if it isn’t all random luck? What if it’s fate, and divine intervention. What if it’s all God and the Devil and all that? Good vs. evil.”

He gave yet enough roaring laugh and slapped the table. “God? God? You’re a whore. You walk the street every night among thieves and vagabonds. You see the scum of this city in it’s most intimate moments. And you still believe in God?”

“Yes. I do. And I believe he hates me for…well for some of the things I’ve done. I believe he‘s washed his hands of me, and now I only belong to the Devil.”

“Then you’re an idiot. God is a bad joke and as for the Devil? Sweetheart, I’m the closest thing you’ll ever meet to him. God, the Devil, fate, destiny…do you know what those things are? They’re crutches for weak people to lean on. Because you see, the truth….well the truth is frightening. The truth that the world is just a giant ball of chaos is simply too much for most people to handle. Because if there are no gods, and no meaning, and no karma…then there is no justice. The rights never get rewarded and the wrongs never get punished. That means there is no right and wrong. There is no good and evil.”

“No. I won’t believe that. There is meaning. And there is justice and good and evil. You only say these things to absolve your own conscience.”

“My what?”

“Your conscience.”

“Sorry, I’m not familiar with the term.” He smirked.

Desiree sighed in exasperation. She could see that he really believed these things. It dawned upon her that perhaps this meeting itself was fate. Maybe God didn’t hate her. Maybe he hadn’t given up on her. Maybe this was her chance to do something good and put something to right. Maybe, just maybe, she could get through to this mad man. If she did that, it would wipe out all the past wrongs. She was sure of that.

She stood up and began pacing the room, though her ankle still twinged with every step. “Fine. There’s no evil. How do you explain yourself?”

“I have already answered this question." She heard the hint of impatience in his chilling voice. "I am a force of nature. I am like famine, or disease or a hurricane. I blow through with no rhyme or reason and leave chaos in my wake. I’m the unexpected tragedy that reminds people that they’re alive, and that they should never take any day for granted. Any day could be their last. And it doesn’t matter how 'good’ they are or how much money they make or how much they’ve given to charity or how often they go to church. I am what God should have been. Impartial. Random. Fair."

“You’re crazy, you know that?” She sat back down in the chair across from the Joker. He shook his head, his lanky hair falling over his eye.

“No. No, I’m not. I am the sanest person you will ever meet. And that’s why I’m so fucking horrifying. I show you what your little world is really like when it’s stripped of all it’s fairy tales and delusions. I lay it all bare and show you the gritty landscape as it really is when you take off those little rose colored glasses. I see the world as it as…not as what it should be or what I wish it was.

“You see, most people, they lie to themselves. They lie, lie, lie, oh yes they do. They make up all these rules, all these laws, and tell themselves that they’re decent, civilized people. But underneath it all, they’re just like me. Just as cold, just as detached, just as heartless. It’s only when the chips are really, really down that they show their true colors. Me? I wear mine for everyone to see. And that is why people think I’m crazy. They just don’t want to see what I’m trying to show them.”

“So you ultimately believe that people are evil at heart.”

“No, that is not what I said. I don’t believe in evil. I told you that. I believe that people are inherently selfish. That’s a far different thing from being evil. And you know why people are miserable? You know why they’re unhappy? Because they can’t accept that. They can’t look in the mirror and see what’s underneath their own mask. It would be too monstrous, too terrifying. So they force themselves into these neat little boxes that they don’t really fit it and they adopt their ridiculous man-made morality. They live their lives playing a role that they were never meant for. If they’d just let go of all that…nonsense….well then they would be free.”

She sat there, looking down at the wooden table. There was an uncanny logic to the things he said. All her life, she’d been taught that there were good people and bad people. Her mother had warned her about that. She had read her the Bible late at night, telling her that if she was just good enough that God would love her, and make her life right. I guess I just never learned to be good enough.. But if the Joker’s right, then maybe I was good. Maybe it didn’t matter how good I was. Maybe it was all just the luck of the draw. Maybe somewhere there is another girl, who never even tried to be good to anyone and she’s living in a penthouse with a handsome husband and she doesn’t have to cry herself to sleep at night. Desiree felt the weight of her world crushing down around her shoulders. She saw the world suddenly as one long, dark landscape full of skittering, crawling things darting about in a furious attempt to impose sanity on a world that was never sane, that couldn’t be sane. A single tear rolled down her face.

She knew in that moment that he was right. All that she’d ever been taught or believed had been a colossal lie. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her mother’s fault, or her father’s. It was no one’s fault. That meant that no one was going to be punished. No one was going to be rewarded. There was no meaning to any of it whatsoever.

“Look at me.” She choked back a small sob. “Look at me,” he growled. Her head snapped up and her eyes bore into his.. He reached across the table and ran the back of his hand softly down her cheek. “Welcome to my world.”
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