When the jester meets the Prince. (Joker and Jesteria. Death fight)

Joker walked through the city of D.C. His eyes burned with the challenge of the other clown, some chick who thought to take his crown. Lately he had been playing games and having fun but today the playful and laughing Joker was gone. Seriousness was written on his features. He wore his purple suite, green hair hanging down his face curtaning the white face and red makeup on his lips that went up and up over the scars. His hands once again had the white gloves on them. His hand moved up fixing his green tie as his purple boots walked silently on the ground. He walked down the empty streets since he had called in several bombs around the city to leave this place open. His instincts were alive and his body pulled tight as a spring as he awaited his opponent. he wondered if she had the spine to face him alone or if she was bringing goons, either way he wanted this fight badly.

The day was a open sky, no wind, and clear forecast. Joker was fitted out with his weaponry hidden through his body and eager for the chance to drive a well known opponent into the ground. He had never met the Jester but her reputation was a impressive one though he really didn't care. She was facing fools now she faced the Clown. Joker sat down on the hood of a car watching but more than that listening for the world to speak to him. His head turned slightly as he awaited the reason for this day. Blood and death would be the only end to this conflict between a maniac chick and the psycho clown.

Posers. They were a dime a dozen, and these reports of a wannabe were beginning to make her sick. There was one thing she had over the poser. Charisma. What clown came to a fight fighting fair? Ha, that was a laugh. Jesteria sat in the abandoned warehouse surrounded by two goons and a female way before the showdown. They shared their laughs, as the Jester told them of the other clown. It was too humorous. Someone claiming to be a prince, yet hasn't even done a single crime in our time. Looking at their watch, one of the goons would nod towards the boss. "Alright folks, let's make this fast. I want his head on my wall tonight." The group would nod, as they headed out. They all knew their instructions..The two goons dressed like clowns, the female goon dressed like the Jester herself, and Jesteria..well, she had alittle something on herself.

When the time came, the female clown would be walking down the street towards the man sitting on the hood of the car. Twirling a finger in her hair, she had a deranged smile on her face. "Oh lala, the circus is in town huh? You must be the starting act to the main event, huh?" The woman wearing face paint looked similar to the Jester, and since Joker never met her, he wouldn't know exactly how she sounded in the first place. "You look really cute today, Mr. Chuckles." In her hand was a shard of glass from a broken bottle. There was roughly seven meters between the clown and the female. "So here we are. Clown vs Clown, huh? Dangerous~! Go easy on me, okay? I'm just a wittle gurl after all!" The Jester stood partially behind a steel drum that seemed to be for garbage of some kind.

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