[Scene: City skyline — Midnight. The moon is full, heavy with silence. Smog cloaks the buildings like ghosts. Distant sirens wail, then fade.]
My shadow stretches long beneath the flickering streetlight. The world sleeps. But I don't.
JOKER (thinking):
Eighty-three years ago… the sky cracked open.
A comet. They named it Isile.
They should've named it Judgment.
[Flashback overlay: A bright comet streaks across the sky. People cheer. Children point upward. Then — silence.]
JOKER (thinking):
It brought power.
Superpowers.
Humans thought it was a miracle.
[Scene shifts: Burning buildings. Screams. People using powers. Chaos. Fists made of fire. Eyes glowing. Civilians running.]
JOKER (thinking):
But miracles don't come without a price.
Power didn't save us.
It exposed us.
[Scene: A boy hides under rubble. Watching. Silent. Eyes wide. Blood on the wall behind him.]
JOKER (thinking):
They used it to control, to destroy, to dominate.
The masks of kindness they wore?
Shattered.
I saw what hid underneath.
[Back to present. Joker stands on a rooftop, city below. Wind howling. Cloak flapping.]
JOKER (smirking):
That's when I stopped pretending.
That's when they gave me a name.
JOKER.
[He laughs. Cold. Hollow. Then silence.]
JOKER (thinking):
This world — it's a joke.
A cruel one.
But someone has to tell the punchline.
[He steps forward into the dark, vanishing from view.]
JOKER (out loud, echoing):
Behold… the story of this JOKER.