“You see, I’m a guy of simple tastes: I enjoy dynamite, and gunpowder, and GASOLINE!”

” Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says “Why so serious?” Comes at me with the knife,”Why so serious?” He sticks the blade in my mouth. “Lets put a smile on that face!” And….. Why so serious?”

“You look nervous. Is it the scars? You want to know how I got them? Come here. Hey, look at me. So I had a wife, beautiful; like you. Who tells me, I worry too much. Who tells me, I ought to smile more. Who gambles, and gets in deep with sharks. One day they carve her face. We have no money for surgeries. She can’t take it! I just want to see her smile again. I just want her to know that I don’t care about the scars. So I stick a razor in my mouth and do this…”

Winter, when our lips dry out, and the corners crack, we lick and then smear cream all over them, and then lick again, and again, as the lips burn they turn red like The Jokers’. His lips are perpetually dry. Scarred to smile, even when serious, he licks the skin off, leaving behind a bloody edge.

The Joker has no agenda, no plan. He’s not after money, or power; he has no purpose, no rules. He merely seeks to create chaos. Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he enjoys the ride, “Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. Hit me!” says The Joker to a screaming Batman’s Batpod.

Gambol: [to The Joker] Give me one reason why I shouldn’t have my boy here rip your head off.
The Joker: How about a magic trick?
[pulls out a pencil and sticks it upright into the table]
The Joker: I’m gonna make this pencil… disappear.
[Gambol's thug walks over to kill The Joker, who slams his face into the pencil and kills him]
The Joker: Ta-daa! It’s… gone!

“Do you wanna know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little… emotions. In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?“

Homicidal maniac, mad, sociopath, psychopath who ‘just wants to watch the world burn’…and then I fell in love with The Joker, and the late Heath Ledger.

In prosthetics, before make-up. Heath designed the look himself

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