Ok first off this will be set after the future in JLU's Epilogue with an even more elderly Bruce taking care of Terry, just to give you a time frame. The basic premise takes Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker to the next level and plays with the classic dynamic that the Joker and Bruce are two sides of the same coin.
One thing that always got me thinking during RotJoker was if the technology existed to implant the Joker's entire consciousness into an unwilling Tim Drake, what would happen with someone that either wanted to join with the Joker, or was too weak minded to fight back against him? Heck, what would happen if the technology behind the chip was improved upon with the decades of advances between the first death of the Joker and his return?
Then I got to thinking and wondered where the no-name leader of the Jokerz was during the movie? You know the one the dressed in the actual purple suit and said "Don't you know who we are? We're the Jokerz!" before Bruce kicked his ass in the pilot episode?
And finally, I got to thinking that for as insane as he is the Joker is not beyond having a back-up plan. In fact his plans in BB were somewhat linear in a way that seemed too easy to follow looking back, and the Joker's mad schemes really are only supposed to make sense to him, and possibly Batman.
"You know Bats, the kid was close, but he never really got it that day did he? Why we go round and round like we do, I mean. You see it wasn't that I could never get a laugh out of you. Oh no, that's just not your way. No the reason we go round and round is because you get it. You get the Joke. You see these people for what they really are because you've felt the world as it really is, just like me.
Bruce Wayne became nothing more than a mask, something to blend in a little better with them, but even in your head I bet you think of yourself as Batman because that's who you are. Just like me.
All I am is the Joker, no past no future, just the present. When you think about my past all I can say is that it's multiple choice, and that suits me just fine. And deep down it suits you too because you GET it.
Now there are differences of course. The dark and mysterious protector and the jovial and lighthearted villain. I know I certainly won the battle of fashion sense if nothing else, not that it matters. We approach the world in different ways but we both see it for what it is. We both evolved because of one Bad Day. One. Bad. Day.
We both saw the world on out Bad Day. We both saw the holiest of holies. We both saw the Joke.
The only difference was you didn't think it was funny I couldn't stop laughing. That's what your little boy bat missed. He thinks I want to explain the Joke to you and make you laugh. That I need to give you a nice big smile. But you already got the Joke. You just have no sense of humor to appreciate it.
And so we go round and round, the only two really sane people in a mad world trying to see things that aren't there," the Joker said in the most even tones he had ever used. He was dressed in a nurses uniform as he looked over the prone form of Bruce Wayne as the man clung to life on a respirator after a severe heart attack.
"But you see there is something else we sane people understand in our madness. I'll freely admit you're the only one that is my equal, Bats. That's what made our little philosophical debate so much fun. And that's why I know you're in here because you want to be. I know you well enough to know you have at least half a dozen toys and tricks to escape the Reaper just like you can always escape me. The wrinkled old disguise of yours is outliving it's usefulness and you thought you could stop with it, but it isn't that simple, oh no.
You see if you go I'm all alone in a mad world and I can't have that. I'll just have to watch it burn like it always should. Kill the Batbrat, maybe finish what the bullet did in Babsy-boo's spine before the surgery got her back up on her feet. So you have to ask yourself, Batman, can you really leave me to myself. You've got however much time to decide as it takes me to get bored," the Joker leered with a smile before breaking off into his trademark cackles and exiting the hospital, leaving more than a dozen dead in the wake of his conversation.
One thing that always got me thinking during RotJoker was if the technology existed to implant the Joker's entire consciousness into an unwilling Tim Drake, what would happen with someone that either wanted to join with the Joker, or was too weak minded to fight back against him? Heck, what would happen if the technology behind the chip was improved upon with the decades of advances between the first death of the Joker and his return?
Then I got to thinking and wondered where the no-name leader of the Jokerz was during the movie? You know the one the dressed in the actual purple suit and said "Don't you know who we are? We're the Jokerz!" before Bruce kicked his ass in the pilot episode?
And finally, I got to thinking that for as insane as he is the Joker is not beyond having a back-up plan. In fact his plans in BB were somewhat linear in a way that seemed too easy to follow looking back, and the Joker's mad schemes really are only supposed to make sense to him, and possibly Batman.
"You know Bats, the kid was close, but he never really got it that day did he? Why we go round and round like we do, I mean. You see it wasn't that I could never get a laugh out of you. Oh no, that's just not your way. No the reason we go round and round is because you get it. You get the Joke. You see these people for what they really are because you've felt the world as it really is, just like me.
Bruce Wayne became nothing more than a mask, something to blend in a little better with them, but even in your head I bet you think of yourself as Batman because that's who you are. Just like me.
All I am is the Joker, no past no future, just the present. When you think about my past all I can say is that it's multiple choice, and that suits me just fine. And deep down it suits you too because you GET it.
Now there are differences of course. The dark and mysterious protector and the jovial and lighthearted villain. I know I certainly won the battle of fashion sense if nothing else, not that it matters. We approach the world in different ways but we both see it for what it is. We both evolved because of one Bad Day. One. Bad. Day.
We both saw the world on out Bad Day. We both saw the holiest of holies. We both saw the Joke.
The only difference was you didn't think it was funny I couldn't stop laughing. That's what your little boy bat missed. He thinks I want to explain the Joke to you and make you laugh. That I need to give you a nice big smile. But you already got the Joke. You just have no sense of humor to appreciate it.
And so we go round and round, the only two really sane people in a mad world trying to see things that aren't there," the Joker said in the most even tones he had ever used. He was dressed in a nurses uniform as he looked over the prone form of Bruce Wayne as the man clung to life on a respirator after a severe heart attack.
"But you see there is something else we sane people understand in our madness. I'll freely admit you're the only one that is my equal, Bats. That's what made our little philosophical debate so much fun. And that's why I know you're in here because you want to be. I know you well enough to know you have at least half a dozen toys and tricks to escape the Reaper just like you can always escape me. The wrinkled old disguise of yours is outliving it's usefulness and you thought you could stop with it, but it isn't that simple, oh no.
You see if you go I'm all alone in a mad world and I can't have that. I'll just have to watch it burn like it always should. Kill the Batbrat, maybe finish what the bullet did in Babsy-boo's spine before the surgery got her back up on her feet. So you have to ask yourself, Batman, can you really leave me to myself. You've got however much time to decide as it takes me to get bored," the Joker leered with a smile before breaking off into his trademark cackles and exiting the hospital, leaving more than a dozen dead in the wake of his conversation.