His eyes grew distant and he sat back, shoulders relaxing.
What the hell made you snap?
He was not certain, that was the problem. At one point, a long time ago, he'd become the Joker. Or not. No, he had, because he could see it in his own flesh. Then what happened to the comedian? Why did he have a lifetime worth of memories as both? He could not possibly have crippled Gordon's daughter the same day he took his wife to Florida. It made no sense. And yet he clearly remembered both.
Was the date a lie? It must have been. But then what else had he only imagined?
Why was he a clown?
"I don't know," his answer was flat and humorless.
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What the hell made you snap?
He was not certain, that was the problem. At one point, a long time ago, he'd become the Joker. Or not. No, he had, because he could see it in his own flesh. Then what happened to the comedian? Why did he have a lifetime worth of memories as both? He could not possibly have crippled Gordon's daughter the same day he took his wife to Florida. It made no sense. And yet he clearly remembered both.
Was the date a lie? It must have been. But then what else had he only imagined?
Why was he a clown?
"I don't know," his answer was flat and humorless.