Joker was doomscrolling on his phone. He knew it was time to blow up Gotham. He had even scheduled it in his calender! He sighed darkly, and then chuckled. Nobody understood the turmoil a Joker went through. Even his lovers, of which there were many (two), could not fully comprehend the level of responsibility he carried on his twinkish, clowny shoulders. Everyone in Gotham was WAITING for him to blow up the city. "WE'RE WAITING, JOKER!" They all cried, tapping their feet impatiently and looking at their watches. But the Joker wasn't feeling it. His ex-wife (batman) had dropped by earlier, asking if he was okay. He had smiled and said sure, but it had been a Stupid Clown Lie, even worse than just a normal lie. He considered Gooning into Sweet Hole, but even that didn't seem appealing. The Joker looked at his reflection. It was just a Normal Guy there. He screamed.
