The Joker’s Testimony — #017
Unfiled Addendum
[INT. A CHEESY 90s DRUG PSA SET — WHITE BACKDROP, BUZZING LIGHTS.]
The Joker steps into frame, holding a crooked, glittering paper crown between two fingers. He stares at it for a long beat. Silence stretches, uncomfortable. Then he grins.
Joker: This… is your system.
He holds it higher, tilts his head, lets the silence drag even longer. The camera zooms in. His grin twitches wider.
This crown? They hand it to you every time you file a claim. “Wear it,” they say. “You’re a veteran now. You’ve earned it.” But the second you put it on — they start measuring how fast it dents.
He pauses. The crown trembles between his fingers. Then — SNAP.
He crushes it flat in one motion. Paper folds, gold flakes scatter. He holds the mangled wreck up to the camera like evidence.
Joker (hissing): This is your crown… on VA policy.
He tosses it to the ground. Stomps it once, twice — then DDTs it for good measure, body crashing into frame like a deranged wrestler. He pops back up, chest heaving, laughter spilling raw.
Joker (panting, laughing): Any questions?
[Cut to static. A faint laugh echoes under the hiss of dead air.]