I am so lonely. All the other superheroes are scared of me.

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I am so lonely. All the other superheroes are scared of me.
You think this is about you? About justice? You don’t understand anything, Joker.

Clark has Lois. Diana has Themyscira. Barry has his damn lightning family. I have... shadows. Graves. Empty rooms and silence.

I was ten years old when I watched my parents die. Every night since, I’ve tried to fill that void with something — with missions, with masks, with war. And still, it’s never enough.

Dick wanted to be more than Robin. So I pushed him away. Jason wanted to be like me. He died trying. Barbara — she trusted me, and now she lives with scars I couldn’t prevent. Her father? Jim Gordon looked me in the eye and believed in something. And I still let Gotham chew him up piece by piece.

Even Alfred…
(pause, his voice breaks slightly)
He raised me. He was the last bit of warmth I had left. And I buried him too.

You think this crusade is strength, but it’s not. It’s all I have. I don't live in this city. I haunt it. I’m not a hero. I'm the echo of a boy who lost everything.

(leans in closer, whispering)
I am so lonely, Joker.
And you're the only one who’s always here to remind me why.
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