Alright... Catching Joker's personality is going to be complete hell for me. First time making an insane protagonist. Now here's the question.

Why should Joker be transported? Give your opinion with reasons.

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It was an average Gotham Sunday. By that, it was absolute hell. There were explosions, sirens, and screams.

Quite frankly, if the Joker wasn't reveling in it he would've had a headache. Why couldn't people die silently? If he wanted screams he would've told them so.

But, alas, the fun had to end when Batman showed up in all of his caped glory. Why was he wearing the cape anyways?

"Joker, this is the last time. We're sending you away for good." Batman growled out, his deep voice tinged with victory.

This was it, Batman was finally getting rid of the Joker. He was finally going against his morals to kill him.

Joker thought before Batman became pansy and instead brought out a weird looking remote control.

Of course, Batman wasn't going to kill him. He got his hopes up for no reason. Batman would never kill him, even if he wanted to.

Batman, in all of his dark, serious , fury at me, slammed his finger on a button.

Tapping my foot I waited a while, fully expecting something to happen.

Batman's eyes widened in horror, before they turned all serious again.

Ah, looks like it'll be hand to hand combat again. Sighing, I thought this was quite the let down.

Maybe I can just let him catch me and go back to Arkham and plan my escape again?

"MISTA J!" Damn it, not now Harley!

In a burst of blonde hair and insanity, which I sometimes wonder if it passed my own, Harley crashed into the room, ruining my alone time with Bats.

Harley was quickly engaged with fighting the Batman and they forgot all about me! Pouting, I left my hideout and walked outside to try and enjoy the chaos.

All around Gotham there were sirens flashing red and blue, screaming civilians, and thugs blowing shit up.

Taking a deep breath to relish in this insanity, I giggled. My soft giggles growing louder with each passing second until finally it was maddening.

What a beautiful day to die, I thought, before swiping my own remote from my back pocket and slamming my thumb down on the only button.

Explosions happened all around Gotham, green laughing gas suffocating people in their own laughter, and fiery flames putting them out of their misery.

High giggles filled the air, and Batman ran outside, his eyes taking in the sight of chaos.

"JOKER! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Batman roared, his scream mixing in the thousands.

He marched up to me and gave me the beating to remember, punch after kick, after weapon. I fell to the ground and accepted it like an abused housewife. Hehe.

Weakly smiling, I thought all Batman needed was a crowbar, and he could replicate how I killed one of his little Robins. Too soon.

With blood pounding, I hoped this was the moment that Batman would finish the deed and finally kill me.

Looking up at the feral man on top of me, I rasped out a word of advice to him,"Everything. Burns."

Batman made an mistake when he heard that, the swipe of his Batarang, hit my neck.

Gasping in pain, blood came flowing freely out of my throat and my mouth became filled with the liquid.

You did it Bats, I thought, you finally got rid of me.

Drowning in my own thick blood, I looked up at Batman's face and saw him looking at his hands in horror, his eyes filled with horror as he watched his greatest nemesis die from his own hand. Ah, in this moment I will forever live and haunt his heart.

Black filled my year clouded vision and I could vaguely realize that my hands were scratching at my throat.

Without any more dramatics, I died, being the only soul at peace in the chaotic city.

Aware that my death was my last laugh.
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Opening my eyes I realized that I was the last in line, awaiting my final destination.

It stayed that way for months, waiting in line for the millions of people to get their peace.

God damnit! I'm about to blow this joint I thought, getting incredibly bored due to constant waiting and listening to peoples screams that they weren't supposed to be dead.

Oh my fucking God! Your dead, get over it! I thought, almost ripping my hair out.

Finally, after nine and a half months, it was finally my turn to get my fate decided.

Approaching the great being, I couldn't help but appreciate how terrifying he was. I wasn't even bothering to hide it, I was filled with determination to increase my fear factor as well.

Stopping in front of him, I awaited my final decree, expecting to rot in hell or something.

Instead, the being gave one look of exasperation and anger at me.

Standing to his feet in a split second, he pointed at me and screamed,"YOU!"

Acting clueless, I looked around before pointing at myself, "Me?"
Damn, I thought proudly, how I missed fucking with people.

"YES YOU! HOW DARE YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAPERWORK YOU GAVE ME?!"

Huh, so even great beings couldn't escape paperwork. High giggles filled my head as I thought, sucker!

I for one never had to do paperwork, I always left that crap to Harley and my filler thugs. Real villains leave that shit to the cannon fodder.

Of course, I don't have them anymore so that sucked.

The being continued to curse at me, not at all concerned about how much people I killed but more concerned about all the paperwork.

"You killed 2,876,435 people!" The being finally calmed down, his exasperation showing.

"For every death you caused or even save, you get a single point. As life and death are one of the same, you could switch them around and say that you saved 2,876,435 people.

Now, as much as I hate your guts I have to do this fairly, with your accumulation of such a large amount of points, you have a few options to choose between for your reincarnation.

You can easily buy to be reincarnated with your memories for one-third of your points and get the perfect memory of everything that ever happened in your life.

For another third of your points I could give you three advantages that'll help you in your next life, such as special abilities and whatnot.

And for the last portion you could save the 958,812 points you'll have left, or you could spend it on extremely incredible luck.

What do you say, do you want these options?" The being finally finished, flicking some ear wax at some filler character behind me.

Honestly, I thought, I don't give a fuck so I just shrugged.

The being nodded, grabbed three dice and rolled them, getting a three consecutive sixes.

With a mad cackle the being nodded and swat his hand at me.

Wait, 666? The fuck's going to happen to me?