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Self Demonstrating: The Joker
aka: THEJOKER
"I've been putting smiles on facesnote  since 1940!"note 

"The Joker is the kind of guy who will come up with a plan to kidnap a scientist and have them create a super-pheromone that will attract little old ladies to a warehouse so Joker can feed them into a woodchipper and use the resulting paste to make counterfeit money so he can buy fuel for his ice rocket that will freeze the entire city which will cause everyone to flock to his beverage vendors who will sell them hot chocolate laced with a mutagen designed to drive everyone insane."
Shamus Young, Stolen Pixels (who put it quite well, if I do say so myself...)

Well! Finally got my own page, did I? 'bout time! I was created in The Forties, for Pete's sake! I've been around way longer than Superham's cousin! Why'd SHE get her own page first?!note  Weelll, it's not too bad, I guess... at least I can still gloat to Lexy and Eddie about getting my own page first... As for that guy with the yellow ring...? He only wishes he was half as scary as me!

Oh, you were looking for information on moi? I'm flattered, really, but, uh... SHOULDN'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM ALREADY?! All right, all right, fine. Here's My Card (from the bottom of the deck of course) and the lowdown...

I am the Monster Clown hiding under your bed!

Of course, a true fan would want all the gory details fleshed out, yes? So then. There's me, and there's the Bat, two peas in a pod. I'm the better-looking pea, of course, but that's beside the point. Billy Finger and Bobby Kane, inspired by both the playing card and Conrad Veidt's deliciously chilling title character in the 1920s film The Man Who Laughs, conjured me up in good ol' 1940, back when heroes were allowed to kill, everyone Asian spoke with their R's and L's mixed up, and the art was worse than something drawn by a six-year old with crayons ('course, Jerry Robinson said he had a hand too, but that's not my department)... I gave that flying rodent a good runaround in Batman #1 (I was modest enough to give him the title...), and soon enough, I began carving out my own little niche.

But, as it turned out, that wasn't enough! No, they planned to whack me in my second appearance! Can you believe that?! But, someone (in this case, Whitney Ellsworth) came through for me, and I lived through a self-inflicted stabbing after all. So, instead of dying painfully, I only had to endure six months of agonizing hospital time! Those were the glory days... I'd show up, make a bit of trouble, kill a couple of people, get foiled by Fatman, and escape at the last minute. Gambling rackets, sniping FBI agents, I've seen (and done) it all. I was even executed once, y'know. 'course, The Grim Reaper couldn't hold me, and I came back... just in time to witness the rising of The Comics Code. (Hoo... and some people thought I was evil and insane... heh heh heh...)

Maybe I should've stayed buried a bit longer, cuz, you all know what happened next. The Dork Knight and that brat Robin were joined by Batwoman, Bat-Girl, Bat-Hound, Bat-Mite (yeesh, what's next? Bat-butler?), and no one was allowed to kill ever again. And we all lived happily ever after... NOT! Then again, I can't say that it was ever boring. I was allowed to play with bigger toys — everything from my own utility belt to giant record players (where the heck does Gotham get all that stuff, anyhow?). I even managed to get all of Gotham City to marvel at my enormous BONER!

But nothing lasts forever, does it? (Save the memory of Tom and Jerry.)

Come The Bronze Age of Comic Books, I was finally allowed to roam free again, and what a joy it was! Blowing off people's heads with exploding cigars and feeding them to sharks! It seems that finally, the heads at DC Comics got brains - it was here that I got my own series! And it lasted all of... nine issues... And I had to lose most of the time.

*COUGH*

Ah, well, who cares about all that? The Seventies might have returned me to life, but it was The Eighties that were really my heyday. You might recall an obscure little book called The Killing Joke written by some nobody called Alan Moore. If you haven't... GET OVER THERE AND READ IT, AND DON'T CALL YOURSELF A FAN OF MINE UNTIL YOU'VE MEMORIZED EVERY WORD!

Done? Good. Less than a year afterward, DC made the historical decision of killing off Robin — 'bout time, too. But just a little heads-up, it was Jason Todd, not Dick Grayson. Who was Jason Todd? Who cares? All you need to know is that every reader hated his guts, enough that they voted to have him die. But with an outfit like that, can you really blame them? Heck, at least thirteen of those votes came from yours truly!

Anyhoo, the poll was set up, the calls were made, and I gave poor li'l Jason a spanking he'll never forget. Rest in pieces. Then I got shot. And got trapped on an exploding helicopter. And vanished for all of a few months. And I still made it back in time for the holidays! From there on, my life's been just one giant rollercoaster ride (occasionally of the Hawaiian variety) 'specially since I killed Jimmy Gordon's wife during that earthquake.

And NOW, I've got a shiny new show opening for Bratgirl, the Dead Hood and all Batsy's little sidekicks! Those little brats who make my Batsy fat, slow, and weak. Tsk TSK. They found my lack of face... disturbing.

Hold on, where're you going? D'ya think we're done with my life? Not even close! I've poisoned all the fish on the eastern and western seaboard and tried to patent them! I've become God and brought the whole universe to its knees! I've killed Siskel And Ebert, fer Pete's sake!

But no, you don't care about any of that, do you? I bet you came to this page because you were so impressed by that pencil trick, along with my apocryphal shenanigans afterwards by which I was played by the late gay cowboy Heath Ledger. No? The dreadlocked barefoot monkey-man with that sexy, sexy laugh, courtesy of Kevin Michael Richardson, then? Perhaps you remember the days when I faced off with Adam West? The pointy-chinned me voiced by Mark Hamill? The meaty ol' me played by Jack Nicholson? The Silver Age-esque me voiced by Jeff Bennett? Or was it the young, sleek version of me (voiced by Troy Baker) who started all this chaos and first met up with young Batsy on Christmas Eve, many years before I took over Arkham Asylum and turned into a twenty-foot tall muscleman? (Although that one didn't end too well. Object lesson on steroid use, kids!) OOH! Or when I got Birdbrain to bite my shiny metal crowbar? Or the one with all those kid superheroes, where I was voiced by Data? The one based on a classic story where I'm voiced by Ben Linus, going up against RoboCop? Or how about those times where I was a woman?

'Course, any version of me is good as long as you don't think I'm that other psychotic, fourth-wall breaking clownnote  who works for those Marvel guys. I'm not really fond of Mr. Wilson, but I do love friending him on that Facebook thingy and asking him to "do that pencil trick". It just gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside. (Oh, and if you value your life, please don't confuse me for those teenage biker punks who swiped my look. I also don't work for the British Library. Nor am I that so called magic anime clown Kefka, who has the gall to steal my infectious laughter!note  Unless, of course, you don't value it, then by all means!)

And, if after all that I've still managed to leave folks some moral wriggle-room, you can check out my spiffy YMMV page here, not to mention all the other mind-blowing, rib-tickling, heart-melting aspects of ME!

Well, that conversation was certainly uplifting, wouldn't you say? Look at how widely you're grinning. Ooh, and check it out! Your complexion is clearing right up. And that hair...! So rich a shade of green that only your undertaker'll know for sure. And that laugh! Isn't it beautiful?

Ohhhh, don't give me that look. You were the one who took that card from me! Sheesh, how dumb can ya get? Straighten up. It's not the end of the world. Only yours. Annnd... there you go, now you see the joke. The very biggest and bestest smile of them all.


Let's see all the places I've popped up in the media...

The ol' Classic Funny Books

The Big Silver Screen

Live on the tube

Up on that new-fangled... what do ya call it? "Internet"?

Animated as much as I am!

The big stage!

Those Video Games that all the kids these days are playin'

And here are some tropes that apply to various versions of ME:


Ahh, that was fun, but I really should be going. I'm late for Battyman's funeral. Wish you could come, but this jet pack only holds one! Up, up... and AWAAAAAAAAYYYYY! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
HellblazerDC Comics CharactersJonah Hex
Doctor DoomTop One Hundred Comic Book VillainsMagneto
CatwomanThe FortiesHourman
Johnny BravoSelfDemonstrating/Character PagesKefka Palazzo
The Incredible HulkSelf-Demonstrating ArticleLex Luthor
Lady of WarOverdosed TropesSuper Mode

alternative title(s): The Joker; The Joker
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