Meeting the Joker

[The Joker]

As his battle worn gunship was approaching The Barrier Gate station, purple suited man formed a faint smile on his face, nothing similar to one he displays to his enemies. Pleasant memories went through his head like an unexpected moment of an easy death on a sunny and laid back spring afternoon. This is the place from where he started from. He use to live there, he use to dwell here, sharing tales of laughs with his thugs, his friends, reflecting on days now tangible only as a long ended golden age of kings. The Clown almost felt as abnormal as this was a rare moment when he reminded himself of being just another sentimental human.

- Apologize for being late - says the Joker to the Phantom after the drinks had made its way to their table. The man with the briefcase, sitting on the opposite side, seemed to be enjoying his silence. - Traffic nowadays is just... I shouldn't have picked this spot. Brings back memories... - Then he continues - You know... I use to sit here, just like you but over that table over there - points out on the table on Iscariot's right side - watching the purple colors of this system, like it was made that way just for me. Burned a whole bunch of cash right next to this pod just for the thrill of it.

He did not stop talking.

- The world was all mine, Iscariot. A new beginning! The life was simple - the Man of Many Jokes was trying to explain not caring if the Phantom was even listening very carefully. Yet somehow he had a feeling he was being understood. - These days you got whole bunch of politicians running this place. Makes a man wanna go out and buy a suit and a tie and form a party. And politics are just not my style, if you know what I mean. Too boring and scheming... It's not that one can't fight against politics--it simply takes away one's enthusiasm out of equation. Then one day you wake up and realize that you don't wanna blow up things any longer. No point because... - the Joker stops for a moment like he is trying to form a more appropriate sentence. - If the people have gone to become even more stupid than usual, Iscariot--then there's no one out there to receive and understand your message. Fun ceases to be fun.
Now tell me about that large briefcase. You gotta present for me?

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