Woop! Now, hang on. That looked like it hurt a lot more. So, let’s try and clear this up, okay pumpkin? What hurts more? A? Or B? Forehand? Or backhand?
Joker.
To be honest, I’ve held off drawing the Joker for a while now. What kind of Joker would I draw? Elegant crazy, stylish crazy, classic crazy, movie crazy, Snyder crazy….the possibilities!! I went more for stylish crazy because I think, deep down, that’s *MY* Joker. A Kevin Spacey, Se7en, type of focused, mental state slowly collapsing, type of fanatic. A dark serious rage in a low even voice, articulate and savage, whose passion for the madness of it all, crescendos into his laughter. A laughter that shivers through your body as you come to the realization that its that last thing you’ll hear.
And it’s this Joker that I find most frightening.
Joker grieves for Stephanie Brown - The Robin he never knew
On one hand - Quite sweet
On the other hand - Quite disturbing
Source: Detective Comics #810 - written by Andersen Gabrych, pencilled by Pete Woods
Jason Todd walks into a bar and The Joker’s behind the counter. He says “Jason, you know I can’t serve Robins here.” And Jason asks “Why?” And Joker replies “THIS IS A CROW BAR!”
Then he beats him to death.
