Mind of A Madman (cont’d)
I write down the story of his abusive childhood and actually began to feel sympathy. But this man didn’t deserve sympathy for all the horrendous acts he done.
“Do you think that your anger towards the Batman could be transferred anger that you repressed against your father?” I ask. The madman starts to laugh after the question. After a few moments, he is able to contain himself. He wipes a tear from his cheek.
“Eh, sorry there kiddo. Not bad. Of course, a man running around in black tights hardly resembles dear ol’ dad.”
“You said that your dad and Batman couldn’t appreciate a good joke.”
“True. I see the Freudianism behind your thinking, amigo. But no dice. My dad was just an abusive drunk and the Batman is just some shmuck with too much time on his hands. I hardly see the similarities. Besides, I got back at both of them.” He grins eerily in victory. He stands up off the floor and begins prancing around in his cell.
“What do you mean? How did you get back at your father?”
“OOOOOH! Do you really wanna know? Then sing along with me. Just follow the bouncing ball.” Joker begins to prance around the room and sing a tune. “Ring around the rosy, with a pocket full of gas filled posies, ashes to ashes, my dad fell down and down and down. SPLAT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
I couldn’t help but shudder when he laughed. The idea of him killing his own father was sickening.
“But if you thought that morsel was delicious, wait til I tell you about Batsy.” He grins sadistically from ear to ear. “You see, he ran a mini daycare or rather, NIGHTcare it seemed from time to time. He had a young boy take the mantle of Robin as well as Commissioner Gordon’s young daughter as Batgirl. Both found the job a bit too hazardous.”
“You harmed kids? Where does the line end?”
“Oh, I did more than simply harm them. I gave Birdboy and eternal time out and sentenced lil’ Barbie to a wheel chair. You see, I don’t have to strike a nerve with Batman at the source, just a small branch.” Again, the crazed clown echoes in laughter. His eye gleam in self victory of his murderous escapades. My mind was in contempt of his actions. I didn’t even hear my own self mutter under my breath.
“You sick freak.”
“No worries, mate. It’s all in the past. I’m a changed man now. I’m all better. See, I’m perfectly normal. The people out there. They’re the ones who should be locked up. They decide to stay in this cesspool of a city. I’m just maintaining population control.”
Knowing that I would not get any more information from him, I decided to call it a day. “I think our time here is through.” I motion towards the guard. “I’m done.” I stand to leave but Joker stopped me. He began talking in baby talk as I remove myself from his presence.
“Did I make you upset. Me so sowwy. Maybe you can come over again and we’ll play some other time. I just need to ask mommy.” His voice echoes in my ears as I leave this cell block. I have no intention to come back here again. Knowing I had little much to go on for a report, I thought I would just decide to look into the psyche of abusive fathers.
