The joke's on you [Red Hood]

[The Joker]

The Joker manipulated him again. Jason. Red Hood. That kiddo...he decided to became Red Hood because the Joker himself had been it in the first place.
This wasn't funny. The kid was playing him. No one plays him.
The clown had planned everything: kiddo's birth, kiddo's life and especially kiddo's death. Everything. But Jason...Jassy boy...was still alive.

The Joker start laughing uncontrollably. The crowbar stuck between his belt and torso was swinning and poking his left leg. He stopped laughing only minutes later, tears down his cheeks. Waiting was funnier than expected. The Joker didn't kidnap someone or threatened to kill someone else. He just invited the kid...with an invite. What did you expect? A giant balloon with a broken heart on it and the words "Why did you do this to me, kid, WHY?" Then another one with the warehouse's location. Hey, maybe the next time with the other Robin.

The invite was inside a purple envelope, it was closed with a sealing wax and on the wax there was a jolly. Inside the envelope there was a card with a location drawn on it with green ink. The location was a warehouse in Gotham...a nice one.

There was a kind of garden inside the warehouse itself...a square area filled with humus. You know how much Joker had the green thump, so he emptied the square and now he was replacing the humus with concrete using a machinery that was pouring the concrete in the square. Slowly. New tomb. New burial-square-place.
Maybe the clown would have drawn a smile on it too...with the crowbar.

That kiddo was one of his masterpieces. The clown manipulated his life and in some ways the Batman too because he made the Bat rescue Jason. However Jason was out of control now, both Joker's and Batman's. The kid started killing, well a point for the Joker, but he returned to life ruining Joker's plan. Jason made the joke this time, but the clown would have said the last punchline.

The Joker was wearing the same clothes from when he killed Jason. Sure, now they were cleaned, but the blood couldn't be washed away completely. So the clown was ready for the showtime: he had a remote control for the lights and an uv torch with GCPD written on the handle, he would have turned off the lights then used the uv torch on him showing to Jason his blood's leftovers...on the gloves, shirt, the pants even the shoes. Ah, the good times. Wearing luminol clothes wasn't so bad after all.

The clown was standing before the window watching the darkness, sometimes he was lucky and he could see the Bat-signal, sometimes was even because of the clown himself, maybe tonight the signal would have been turned on because of what was going to happen here. The Joker smiled.

The sound of the rain filled the warehouse, the clown looked at the rain that was touching the window's glass "I'm sorry, Batsy..." a sigh "...but you know I have to do this" a hand on the glass "Our kid...he is not himself anymore...he must be stopped...you know this..." the Joker said to himself that he had to talk with the Bats after this, tell him everything about Jason or maybe he had already figured that out "...I will do the job for us...but I can't promise it will be quick and painless...I have to teach our kid some manners!" the other hand on the crowbar. Even on the crowbar there was some luminol.

The Joker started laughing and broke the window's glass with the crowbar.
His reflection fell apart into pieces. The clown kept laughing.

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    Jason curled his wrist even more, forcing the motorcycle to go faster. Joker. The Clown Prince of Crime. Whatever you call him, he was trying to get Jason's attention. And oh, he got his attention, but now that Joker had it, Jason was gonna make Joker wish that he had stayed in his little hidy hole. Jason took a sharp left turn into an alley. It was too sharp. The motorcycle skidded onto it's side and threw Jason off. He landed on the ground and a sharp pain spread through his body. He took a deep breath and reached for his helmet. He grabbed it and pulled it off. He laid on the ground and took a few deep breaths. He tried to stand up, but he began seeing stars, and he dropped his head to the concrete, where he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

    Jason woke up. He looked at the watch on his wrist. It had been two hours since he had slipped out of consciousness. Jason stood up and a splitting pain entered his head. He went to sit back down again before he noticed the paper in his pocket again. He pulled it our and looked at it again. It was the invite from Joker to the warehouse. Suddenly the anger filled his mind again and canceled out all the pain. He lifted his motorcycle up again and got on it again. He revved it up and quickly drove to the warehouse.

    As the costume clad man arrived at the warehouse, he jumped off of his motorcycle, and grappled to the roof. He entered through the roof and slowly walked through the building. He reached the bottom floor, and saw the purple clad monster standing in front of him, with his back facing Jason. Jason filled with rage as he saw the monster in front of him. He walked slowly and silently towards the figure. When he reached him, he pulled out his pistol and pressed the muzzle against The Harlequin of Hate's head.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you right now."

[The Joker]

The Joker took a piece of glass and looked at half of his reflection while the other half reflected behind him, so he saw Jason coming, the clown smiled and took the button for turning the lights off, it was in his right palm and hidden by the top hand "You don't want to disappoint Batman more than you are doing" Joker answered simply, maybe that wasn't true, but at least it was something to make Jason think about. Joker answered when he felt the cold pistol against his acid-green head and his neck's back felt shivers because of the coldness. Suddenly, the clown turned the lights off, everything became dark, anyone couldn't see a thing. The clown, using the darkness, dodged the gun and ran somewhere, however he was making loud noises while running on purpose. He knew where to go because he chose this place so he studied it, he remembered the path, then he turned on the ultraviolet light showing the blood's leftovers stains "You know...i hope only you handled that letter and not one of your friends, because...beh...you will find it soon...spoiler alert!" his laugh echoed, the clown was clowning, maybe Jason had opened the envelope with his gloves on and the mask on for sure...and there wasn't any venom, Joker just wanted to make Jason smile...or annoying him. More the latter. Jasons didn't deserve to smile.

"Bats live the night...and you?" he didn't choose the word live randomly.
The Joker put some strange glasses on, they were some kind of x-ray glasses to see during the night "Masterpiece...you ruined MY masterpiece! You surely know how to get an artist mad!" the clown smiled, his teeth were strange because of the ultraviolet light "Oh...well...you know that I like madding!" Joker laughed again, sometimes those laughs were too much, but ehy, he was the Clown Prince of Crime. Who was the king? Joker was showing the stains up to Jason because of the memories "Ah...! The goodie old times...! Remember the time when..." the Joker slowly took the crowbar "...I used this?" the laugh started again, it was a noisy scratching sound for the ears.