The Joker Is Gotham's Purest, Most Flawless Flower

[His lips are as pink as cherry blossoms, his eyes as clear as a jade-green lake, his slender fingers outlined by bright purple gloves, and his beautiful, seaweed-soft green hair is impossible to forget.

The fish swimming through Gotham Bay drown at the sight of the Joker. The birds flying across the sky drop dead when they see him. His charm transcends species, irresistible to everyone.

The Joker is Gotham's purest, most flawless flower.

Born in the filth and raised in the filth, he nevertheless bloomed with petals as white as jade. Gotham's torrential rain beats his petals until they tremble, but he still stands proudly, refusing to yield to the cruel torment of the outside world.

Wherever he goes, people cry out in delight. How enchanting he is! The slightest curl of his red lips makes the world bloom like fireworks. People prostrate themselves at his feet, kissing his toes and begging him to grant them a kiss.

Everyone who sees him falls under his spell. Their desires weave a terrifying web, imprisoning him in Gotham's forbidden place: Arkham. The tender flower is roughly plucked, its flawless petals soaked and stained with filth, trembling in the rain. This time, he can no longer raise his dainty chest.

Gotham's purest, most flawless flower has been transplanted to Arkham's garden.

Parents enjoy him, and children grow up longing for him, inheriting this delicate flower. The Joker is passed down from generation to generation. He is their mother, wife, lover, and doll.

He is Gotham's treasure.]

These words, posted on a mysterious website, received an astonishing amount of public adoration (crossed out).

The [Joker] was born.

He descended upon Gotham.

Reader's Guide:

1. Absurdist comedy, for entertainment only

2. The original author has granted permission, mwahaha

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