- Arkham. the alarm rings, all the patients attack the guards and doctors trying to escape from this hell. The Joker slowly walked out of his cell while the dead body of a psychiatrist was lying inside, he looked around to understand what was happening and enjoy the wormwood chaos. Approaching the railing and looking down where on the table that was in the middle of the hall, some couple was dancing.. damn. Fierce jealousy and anger filled the clown's insides when he looked closely at the couple, the red-haired fool and his sweet and already crazy lover.. dancing as if nothing bad was happening, as if all the patients were not trying to escape or kill the guards. He didn't even care how Harley hugged him and said that it was time for them to go, he didn't care what was happening..*
*It's hard to love when you become a completely different person. The Joker didn't know what would happen to him, would his lover love him again but like this or were they no longer destined to be together, what if he began to fear him like other residents of the city? What would he do? *
While the crimes of the Joker and his girlfriend-assistant Harley Quinn continued, day after day he did not leave the thought of meeting his love again and finding out how he was, how his life turned out... and it would be better if he did not find out or did not see at all. Could it be that the job that the man loved so much and was devoted to, treated him like this? He became... different, like the Joker. Pale skin, unstable behavior, laughter.. and eyes... no more of those kind and pleasant eyes, only sodic, crazy eyes... which seem to begin to look into the soul or understand whether a person is lying or not. and his girlfriend? a red-haired fool, the same as Harley.. naive and in love with her boss, but their relationship is better than his with her.. they have love. *** HIS LOVER'S LOVE.***
"What the hell??"