This is my first post of my scene in Tumblr.(Basically this is not my first experience in writing scenes , only my first experience posting one of many my scenes)
Kinda nervous (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)...
The originally written scene :The trial and The jester 21 June 2025.↓
Continuation:The trial and the Jester 26 June 2025.↓
The translation in English:26 October 2025
⚠️WARNING ⚠️ LONG AHH TEXT
Scene: The Trial and the Jester
In the darkness of the temple, light suddenly flared—
as if the heavens themselves wished to show the actors on stage.
The first face to be illuminated was the Joker’s.
He was covered in blood, hoarse, exhausted.
Then, from the shadows, stepped forth the great Knight—
and the light fell upon him from below,
as though he was preparing to announce something terrible.
--“You really have guts, to mess with the universal balance,”
And then he continued, voice steady:
-- “What are you, clown? Why aren’t you laughing?
Isn’t this what you wanted all along?”
He wasn’t mocking—he genuinely wanted an answer.
But the Joker said nothing.
He didn’t even laugh. That was… unusual.
Order—yes, for the Knight was Order incarnate—
decided to waste no more time.
He raised his sword to strike down the Jester—
but from the shadows, a bat leapt forth.
The crusader in the black cloak shielded the Joker with his cape.
Order stopped his blade just in time.
--“I won’t let you kill him.
Criminal or not, he won’t die today.
A crack ran through the pristine marble of the temple,
crawling upward like an upside-down lightning bolt.
Order’s voice held surprise:
-- “Weren’t you the one who always cried for justice?
And yet here you are, defending a criminal.
Don’t you see, it’s an endless cycle?
This clown commits his crimes,
you punish him with mercy—sending him to Arkham,
not to prison—he escapes, and the pain repeats again and again.
I’m here to break this cycle,
just as he broke the universal balance.”
Batman clenched his fists—and his teeth.
The air itself seemed to tremble with tension.
And somewhere, behind it all,
he could feel something watching this spectacle.
He began to hear whispers—soft, mechanical,
as though countless unseen voices surrounded him.
Order’s words echoed in his mind.
He hated to admit it—but the Knight was right.
Still, he couldn’t say it aloud. Not in front of him.
Not in front of the Joker.:
-- “You don’t understand. I have a code—not to kill.
It doesn’t matter who they are—citizen or criminal.
If I kill, I become no better than the murderer.
Morally, I’d be as filthy… maybe worse.”
He stared into Order’s crimson eyes.
The shattered walls of the white temple
seemed to gasp for air—lungs soaked in cigarette smoke.
Continuation: The Trial and the Jester
Order met his gaze and replied calmly:
--“We’ll never understand each other.
You care for every human life.
I, as the concept of Order itself, care for quality, not quantity.
One soul with depth is worth more
Life and death—people come and go.
And creation can be born not only from love,
That’s how you were born, Batman.
But Bruce Wayne… he was born of love.”
Batman tried not to show his shock,
but panic began to race through his thoughts.
The whispers grew louder.
He realized that to Order, life and death meant little—
if some die, others will rise.
It terrified him, that coldness.
But he didn’t give up. He raised his voice:
-- “Why? Why don’t you care about people?
Don’t you have any shred of compassion left in you?”
A broken wing from one of the temple’s statues
fell upward—toward the ceiling.
Order answered, voice steady as stone:
-- “Child, you don’t understand me.
But I care in my own way.
If not for me, there would be no laws—
only chaos, or hell itself.
You can’t blame me for doing my work.
Listen to yourself—you sound as though
you’re accusing Order of existing.”
From the ruined marble floor,
a small green sprout broke through—fragile, but alive.
When he finished speaking,
Order noticed Batman reaching toward the barely breathing clown.
The Knight swung his sword,
pushing Batman away from his “beloved.”
He used only a fraction of his strength—
but it was enough to hurl Batman against the wall.
He fell, dazed, breath ragged,
ears ringing, mind clouded.
he heard something familiar—
-- “Rise. Don’t give up.”
“We’re proud of you, Bruce.”
A single crystal tear fell from Batman’s eye.
He forced himself to his feet, whispering:
I won’t let death win again.
I’ve seen enough of it… enough…”
From the darkness of the ruined temple,
a few eyes appeared-many colors, shifting and blinking—and then vanished.
The great Knight looked upon him—not in judgment, but in quiet understanding.
He watched as Batman, gathering his last strength,
lifted the Joker in his arms(in a bridal carry)
and fled from the collapsing temple.
Order prepared to chase him.
After all, he was structure itself—and no mistake escapes structure.
But from the shadows, a hand rested on his shoulder.
It was the Madman in the Hat—Chaos himself:
-- “Would you really waste your precious time on them?”
Continuation: The Trial and the Jester (Part II)
After the “beloved pair” escaped the collapsing temple,
they flew away aboard the Bat-spacecraft.
It looked as though it were built from LEGO,
but fused with the newest technology.
A long mechanical stairway unfolded,
took on its passengers, then sealed and
Batman carried the Joker—still in the bridal style—
where robots stitched and bandaged them both.
the kind of silence that feels like an ocean wave
The Joker broke it first:
-- “Bats… don’t you find this funny?
I actually pissed off Order itself!
I jumped higher than my own head,
and started tearing apart the universe!
His laugh was hoarse, trembling.
Batman just coughed weakly.
His body relaxed on the hospital bed,
but his mind stayed adrift—
-“Batsy… I just wanna say thanks.
I knew you couldn’t live without me.
You need me, and I need you.
We’re like quantum particles—
we still feel each other.
If you’re sad, I’ll feel it too.”
Batman said nothing—just closed his eyes,
And what of the gods—Chaos and Order?
Order turned to Chaos and asked:
Chaos, still with his hand on the Knight’s shoulder, replied:--"Because they’re just children.
One still grieves for his parents,
the other is just… broken.”
The walls of the once-white temple
Cracks ran against gravity—
statues shattered and floated upward,
The perfect temple was dying.
watching as the structure collapsed into dust.
Order looked on with quiet sorrow.
-- “Don’t be sad, my friend.
This isn’t the end—it’s a beginning.
Why do people think destruction
can’t be followed by creation?”
Order looked at him—and for a moment, smiled faintly.
a small green sprout broke through—a symbol of hope after the storm.
And together, they decided to build
Not as flawless as before—
For this time, Chaos would help him.
And their powers, strange as they were,
Order's eyes are not red from rage or sleeplessness--
it’s his natural color, like brown eyes turned scarlet.
Chaos’s eyes are green—their colors oppose each other
Green symbol of chaotic nature , forest.
While red like fire , mostly human is in the control of it.
Like burning forest, order holds chaos .And chaos recovers again from the ashes.
Did you get my point? I tried to connect quantum physics with my favorite couple-batjokes.Quantum particles sense each other despite great distances, just like Batman and the Joker predict each other's thoughts.
When batman heard voice of his parents..Well it's actually was Chaos .Like he is like scientists exprementing on rat(batman):↓
"If you give false hope to a person, will it push him forward?"
Below are drawings of my concepts. They take human form so that people can see them. And so, they are biologically superior and above human moral concepts.(Order- knight, Chaos - the madman in tailcoat and cylinder)
And yes. These drawings are old too. (01.07.25.;
kaledo-art
romaincrisis
vaporwave
jacobvanloon
turnnoffyourmind
germansingergirl
