Why so serious?

His scars itched unbearably, his mirth coming out in maniacal laughter. Only the laughter was in his head, filling the emptiness inside. He craved it, his life existed as a game, a game where there would be only one winner.

The countless hordes milling around had no sense of the injustice about the prison they have trapped themselves in, with their stupid morality and even stupider rules, playing a game that came up with rules faster than they were assimilated, until there was nothing left but rules, dropping out of the sky and into you, like so many dust mites.

He licked his cracked lips, there is so much help they need, they need to know freedom, but they resist. He shrugged, perhaps there is only sport left to be made of these herds. Making their little plans and laying them out in so much array, like children from a forgotten childhood, making sand castles only for him to land on them and scatter them. Sport.

Hmmmm.... the laughter filled him up again as he thought of 'his' latest plan. Play along, play along, a hop, skip and a jump and whoopee!!

The above is a peek into the mind of the Joker as played by Heath Ledger in the Dark Knight. Completely fictional.

Red Light

He sat on the pavement, watching the cars whiz past. The smoke stung his eyes and he used the dirty sleeve of his shirt to wipe his face. The throng eases and he steps forward, cautious not to appear too eager. His eyes scan the occupants rapidly before alighting on the one he wants.

She does not seem to notice his existence, her eyes fixated on the compact mirror she is looking at. He loves the startled look that his insistent tapping on the window generates, he watches as she takes in his appearance.

The lights turn green and the car moves away as in slow motion, leaving him with a vacant smile on his face.

She definitely looks better on screen, he decides and walks away slowly.