sεε үα' ιη нεℓℓ , ρυ∂∂ιη' !

“Harl, I don’t know how to tell you this. You might wanna sit down, it’s a lot to take in.”

  “You don’t have balls. Someone sold ‘em last month. Penguin bought ‘em for like thirty cents and a run-over waffle.”

          a     pause   ,   a   deadpanned   look  .  

A sick and twisted set of emotions begin to run through him. His body going tensely and his blood being lit aflame once again. A sudden rush and need to protect his granddaughter and his great granddaughter begins take over any and all current thoughts. It took time for Harley to tell him who the father of Lucy really was and it took her time again to get into the details of what he did and what he looked like.                                                  And now the Joker is finally in Hell.                                                             Now it’s Alastor’s turn.

Minor radio tunes and static sounds begin to escape his microphone, Alastor begins to put on the biggest smile his lips could ever muster as he begins to make his way past other demons, making his way right on over to the Joker himself. He wanted to rip his head clean off and put it on a spike but no, he’ll have a moment or two to chat with him. He rather see the monster squirm before he dies a slow and painful death.

                                 “Why, hello there- you must be new here in Hell!”

”Perhaps I could be of assistance, my good sir!”

      ah   !   a    guy   with   a  smile   &   dashing   style  !   someone  jack   believed  he  could  get  along  with  nicely  .    however  ,  his   head   tilts  &  he  knows  hidden  agendas  better  than  anyone  .   he   is  the  CLOWN   KING   OF   CRIME  ,  a   con  man  at  his  worst  &  an   anarchist  AT  HIS  BEST  !  

        it’d   been   two   years   since  he  killed  his  darlin’  lil’  harleen  quinzel  !     and   all   secrets  she  thought  were  safe  came up  out  of  the  grave  .  he  knew  it  all  -----  after  all  ,   he   kept  tabs  on  all  his  belongings  .  even  ones  with  small  tutu’s  and  pigtails  .  oh  yes,  small  little  secrets  .  yet  ,   hell   seemed  different  !   

     and  with  his  ex  large  and in  charge  of  chaos  ?  it  was  about  time  her  mistah’  J   ripped  the  rug  out  from  under  her  !  afterall ,  she  knows  who’s  really  in  charge  here ,  doesn’t  she ?   

       ❝   yooooou  could  say  that  !  but  consider   gotham  second  hell  .  and  two  years  ago  ;  I  lived  in   hell   but  worse  !    for  twelve  years  !  but  I’m  willing  to  put  my  darling  lil  puddin’s  mistakes  behind  her  . ❞    laughter  shook  his  shoulders  but  he  suppressed  it  .   

        ❝   you  can  !   if   you  could  point  me  in  the  direction  of   harley  quinn  I’d  be  most  appreciative  ! ❞    

      they  say  in  hell  ,  you  take  the  form  of  that  you  most  despise  .  yet  joker   looked   the  same  ----   except  his  skin  seemed  to  be  covered  in  patchy  grease  paint  ,  as  if  he  were  covering  up  his  old   features .  the  features  of  jack  napier  ;  a   failed  comedian  .   

Anonymous said to loonhell: I've seen her! She said to give this to you. *Tosses a postcard with "IN HELL WISH YOU WERE HERE" on it at his face*

           a  blank   expression   when  a  post  card   hits   his  face  .   he   gives  the   grey   face  an  unreadable  expression  as  he  catches  the  post  card  ,  reaching  into  the  depths  of  his  purple  jacket  he  pulls  out  his  reading  glasses  and  places  them  on.   

        ❝   OH  !   ❞   he  laughs   to  himself  .  ❝   that’s  why  nothings  been  getting  done  around  the  hideout  !  --------  and  i’ve  been  in  such  blissful  quiet  !  ❞   he   gives  a  chuckle  crumpling  the  post  it  in  his  hand  and  throwing  it  over  his  shoulder  .