This is my first post of my scene in Tumblr.(Basically this is not my first experience in writing scenes , only my first experience posting one of many my scenes)
Kinda nervous (â ･â Ĺâ ďšâ Ĺâ )...
The originally written scene :The trial and The jester 21 June 2025.â
Continuation:The trial and the Jester 26 June 2025.â
The translation in English:26 October 2025
â ď¸WARNING â ď¸ LONG AHH TEXT
Scene: The Trial and the Jester
In the darkness of the temple, light suddenly flaredâ
as if the heavens themselves wished to show the actors on stage.
The first face to be illuminated was the Jokerâs.
He was covered in blood, hoarse, exhausted.
Then, from the shadows, stepped forth the great Knightâ
and the light fell upon him from below,
as though he was preparing to announce something terrible.
--âYou really have guts, to mess with the universal balance,â
And then he continued, voice steady:
-- âWhat are you, clown? Why arenât you laughing?
Isnât this what you wanted all along?â
He wasnât mockingâhe genuinely wanted an answer.
But the Joker said nothing.
He didnât even laugh. That was⌠unusual.
Orderâyes, for the Knight was Order incarnateâ
decided to waste no more time.
He raised his sword to strike down the Jesterâ
but from the shadows, a bat leapt forth.
The crusader in the black cloak shielded the Joker with his cape.
Order stopped his blade just in time.
--âI wonât let you kill him.
Criminal or not, he wonât die today.
A crack ran through the pristine marble of the temple,
crawling upward like an upside-down lightning bolt.
Orderâs voice held surprise:
-- âWerenât you the one who always cried for justice?
And yet here you are, defending a criminal.
Donât you see, itâs an endless cycle?
This clown commits his crimes,
you punish him with mercyâsending him to Arkham,
not to prisonâhe escapes, and the pain repeats again and again.
Iâm here to break this cycle,
just as he broke the universal balance.â
Batman clenched his fistsâand his teeth.
The air itself seemed to tremble with tension.
And somewhere, behind it all,
he could feel something watching this spectacle.
He began to hear whispersâsoft, mechanical,
as though countless unseen voices surrounded him.
Orderâs words echoed in his mind.
He hated to admit itâbut the Knight was right.
Still, he couldnât say it aloud. Not in front of him.
Not in front of the Joker.:
-- âYou donât understand. I have a codeânot to kill.
It doesnât matter who they areâcitizen or criminal.
If I kill, I become no better than the murderer.
Morally, Iâd be as filthy⌠maybe worse.â
He stared into Orderâs crimson eyes.
The shattered walls of the white temple
seemed to gasp for airâlungs soaked in cigarette smoke.
Continuation: The Trial and the Jester
Order met his gaze and replied calmly:
--âWeâll never understand each other.
You care for every human life.
I, as the concept of Order itself, care for quality, not quantity.
One soul with depth is worth more
Life and deathâpeople come and go.
And creation can be born not only from love,
Thatâs how you were born, Batman.
But Bruce Wayne⌠he was born of love.â
Batman tried not to show his shock,
but panic began to race through his thoughts.
The whispers grew louder.
He realized that to Order, life and death meant littleâ
if some die, others will rise.
It terrified him, that coldness.
But he didnât give up. He raised his voice:
-- âWhy? Why donât you care about people?
Donât you have any shred of compassion left in you?â
A broken wing from one of the templeâs statues
fell upwardâtoward the ceiling.
Order answered, voice steady as stone:
-- âChild, you donât understand me.
But I care in my own way.
If not for me, there would be no lawsâ
only chaos, or hell itself.
You canât blame me for doing my work.
Listen to yourselfâyou sound as though
youâre accusing Order of existing.â
From the ruined marble floor,
a small green sprout broke throughâfragile, but alive.
When he finished speaking,
Order noticed Batman reaching toward the barely breathing clown.
The Knight swung his sword,
pushing Batman away from his âbeloved.â
He used only a fraction of his strengthâ
but it was enough to hurl Batman against the wall.
He fell, dazed, breath ragged,
ears ringing, mind clouded.
he heard something familiarâ
-- âRise. Donât give up.â
âWeâre proud of you, Bruce.â
A single crystal tear fell from Batmanâs eye.
He forced himself to his feet, whispering:
-âNo⌠I wonât give up.
I wonât let death win again.
Iâve seen enough of it⌠enoughâŚâ
From the darkness of the ruined temple,
a few eyes appeared-many colors, shifting and blinkingâand then vanished.
The great Knight looked upon himânot in judgment, but in quiet understanding.
He watched as Batman, gathering his last strength,
lifted the Joker in his arms(in a bridal carry)
and fled from the collapsing temple.
Order prepared to chase him.
After all, he was structure itselfâand no mistake escapes structure.
But from the shadows, a hand rested on his shoulder.
It was the Madman in the HatâChaos himself:
-- âWould you really waste your precious time on them?â
âLet the children be.â
Continuation: The Trial and the Jester (Part II)
After the âbeloved pairâ escaped the collapsing temple,
they flew away aboard the Bat-spacecraft.
It looked as though it were built from LEGO,
but fused with the newest technology.
A long mechanical stairway unfolded,
took on its passengers, then sealed and
Batman carried the Jokerâstill in the bridal styleâ
where robots stitched and bandaged them both.
the kind of silence that feels like an ocean wave
The Joker broke it first:
-- âBats⌠donât you find this funny?
I actually pissed off Order itself!
I jumped higher than my own head,
and started tearing apart the universe!
His laugh was hoarse, trembling.
Batman just coughed weakly.
His body relaxed on the hospital bed,
but his mind stayed adriftâ
-âBatsy⌠I just wanna say thanks.
I knew you couldnât live without me.
You need me, and I need you.
Weâre like quantum particlesâ
even if weâre far apart,
we still feel each other.
If youâre sad, Iâll feel it too.â
Batman said nothingâjust closed his eyes,
And what of the godsâChaos and Order?
Order turned to Chaos and asked:
--âWhy did you stop me?â
Chaos, still with his hand on the Knightâs shoulder, replied:--"Because theyâre just children.
One still grieves for his parents,
the other is just⌠broken.â
The walls of the once-white temple
Cracks ran against gravityâ
statues shattered and floated upward,
The perfect temple was dying.
watching as the structure collapsed into dust.
Order looked on with quiet sorrow.
-- âDonât be sad, my friend.
This isnât the endâitâs a beginning.
Why do people think destruction
canât be followed by creation?â
Order looked at himâand for a moment, smiled faintly.
a small green sprout broke throughâa symbol of hope after the storm.
And together, they decided to build
Not as flawless as beforeâ
For this time, Chaos would help him.
And their powers, strange as they were,
Order's eyes are not red from rage or sleeplessness--
itâs his natural color, like brown eyes turned scarlet.
Chaosâs eyes are greenâtheir colors oppose each other
Green symbol of chaotic nature , forest.
While red like fire , mostly human is in the control of it.
Like burning forest, order holds chaos .And chaos recovers again from the ashes.
Did you get my point? I tried to connect quantum physics with my favorite couple-batjokes.Quantum particles sense each other despite great distances, just like Batman and the Joker predict each other's thoughts.
When batman heard voice of his parents..Well it's actually was Chaos .Like he is like scientists exprementing on rat(batman):â
"If you give false hope to a person, will it push him forward?"
Below are drawings of my concepts. They take human form so that people can see them. And so, they are biologically superior and above human moral concepts.(Order- knight, Chaos - the madman in tailcoat and cylinder)
And yes. These drawings are old too. (01.07.25.;
stormborns
dailybridgerton
areudirty
titsay
andulkaphoto
annaxmalina
