Why So Serious?

He wishes to see everyone smile. No matter what the situation maybe, smiling is important. It's the best way to put one's face muscles to use.

He likes to see people smile. It's beautiful and oddly exhilarating to be the reason for it.
He likes to create conditions that bring out the smiles. Life doesn't have to be taken seriously, it is not meant to. Even the disasters have to be enjoyed. The distress should be savored, one should get drunk in the anxiety and be high on calamity.

Ah! The thrill of burning buildings, crashing cars, shrill screams… He just can't contain this excitement! This is absolutely smile worthy! Why don't people understand? Why don't they see what he sees? Why do their faces hold so much pain? So much anger? So much sorrow?

But then again why do their expressions make him so happy? This is fun! So much fun! Amusement parks don't match this kind of thrill. He wants more! He wants to see more chaos, more destruction, He wants to play more! And he shall!

But He appeared, again! His 'friend' in black. No matter how many times he tells Him he never seems to consider adding more colors. He doesn't like him. The Dark Knight they call him..pfffh, how boring! He never smiles and never lets him smile either! Always getting in his way, subduing what he causes, he wishes The Dark Knight would just Die!

But he doesn't want the knight to die, for some reason playing with Him is the best! Seeing Him struggle makes him want to smile more!
The Dark knight and he could be best friends, but they don't like each other. The Knight has other friends, he shouldn't. They should be the only ones on the opposite ends! His game is for two only. The Dark Knight and Him.

He looks at his writhing victim and frowned a little, annoyed that the latter had ignored his heartfelt speech. But then again his work was still incomplete so he bent down to extend the jagged cut accross the poor man's face to create, in his opinion a stunning red lipped smile.

He got back on his feet and tucked his knife in the inner pocket of his dainty coat, smoothens his green mane a little tHe wishes to see everyone smile. No matter what the situation maybe, smiling is important. It's the best way to put one's face muscles to use.

He likes to see people smile. It's beautiful and oddly exhilarating to be the reason for it.
He likes to create conditions that bring out the smiles. Life doesn't have to be taken seriously, it is not meant to. Even the disasters have to be enjoyed. The distress should be savored, one should get drunk in the anxiety and be high on calamity.

Ah! The thrill of burning buildings, crashing cars, shrill screams… He just can't contain this excitement! This is absolutely smile worthy! Why don't people understand? Why don't they see what he sees? Why do their faces hold so much pain? So much anger? So much sorrow?

But then again why do their expressions make him so happy? This is fun! So much fun! Amusement parks don't match this kind of thrill. He wants more! He wants to see more chaos, more destruction, He wants to play more! And he shall!

But He appeared, again! His 'friend' in black. No matter how many times he tells Him he never seems to consider adding more colors. He doesn't like him. The Dark Knight they call him..pfffh, how boring! He never smiles and never lets him smile either! Always getting in his way, subduing what he causes, he wishes The Dark Knight would just Die!

But he doesn't want the knight to die, for some reason playing with Him is the best! Seeing Him struggle makes him want to smile more!
The Dark knight and he could be best friends, but they don't like each other. The Knight has other friends, he shouldn't. They should be the only ones on the opposite ends! His game is for two only. The Dark Knight and Him.

He looks at his writhing victim and frowned a little, annoyed that the latter had ignored his heartfelt speech. But then again his work was still incomplete so he bent down to extend the jagged cut accross the poor man's face to create, in his opinion a stunning red lipped smile.

He got back on his feet and tucked his pocket knife in the inner pocket of his dainty coat, smoothens his green mane a little and turns to walk off to He wishes to see everyone smile. No matter what the situation maybe, smiling is important. It's the best way to put one's face muscles to use.

He likes to see people smile. It's beautiful and oddly exhilarating to be the reason for it.
He likes to create conditions that bring out the smiles. Life doesn't have to be taken seriously, it is not meant to. Even the disasters have to be enjoyed. The distress should be savored, one should get drunk in the anxiety and be high on calamity.

Ah! The thrill of burning buildings, crashing cars, shrill screams… He just can't contain this excitement! This is absolutely smile worthy! Why don't people understand? Why don't they see what he sees? Why do their faces hold so much pain? So much anger? So much sorrow?

But then again why do their expressions make him so happy? This is fun! So much fun! Amusement parks don't match this kind of thrill. He wants more! He wants to see more chaos, more destruction, He wants to play more! And he shall!

But He appeared, again! His 'friend' in black. No matter how many times he tells Him he never seems to consider adding more colors. He doesn't like him. The Dark Knight they call him..pfffh, how boring! He never smiles and never lets him smile either! Always getting in his way, subduing what he causes, he wishes The Dark Knight would just Die!

But he doesn't want the knight to die, for some reason playing with Him is the best! Seeing Him struggle makes him want to smile more!
The Dark knight and he could be best friends, but they don't like each other. The Knight has other friends, he shouldn't. They should be the only ones on the opposite ends! His game is for two only. The Dark Knight and Him.

He looks at his writhing victim and frowned a little, annoyed that the latter had ignored his heartfelt speech. But then again his work was still incomplete so he bent down to extend the jagged cut accross the poor man's face to create, in his opinion a stunning red lipped smile.

He got back on his feet and tucked his pocket knife in the inner pocket of his dainty coat, smoothens his green mane a little to walk off to disappear into the chaos he had created a few minutes ago, but not before asking what he always asked people on whose faces he had brought smiles, "Why so serious?"