The Joker’s Mindset as He Watches Gotham Burn

Chaos. Beautiful, unrelenting, uncontainable chaos.

The Joker stands among the flames, head tilted, eyes gleaming with amusement. To everyone else, it looks like madness. But to him, it all makes perfect sense. Gotham has always been a lie—a city pretending to be civilized, hiding its rot beneath layers of order and law. But he sees the truth. He’s always seen it. And now, so does everyone else.

The fire crackles, reflecting in his dark, dilated pupils. It’s mesmerizing, almost poetic. Order is an illusion, and he is its reckoning. The people of Gotham think they need structure, think they can hold everything together with rules and fear. But he knows better. The moment you remove their safety net, they show their true selves. They claw, they panic, they break. And tonight, they will finally understand what he has known all along—everything burns, eventually.

He takes a slow breath, the acrid scent of gasoline and scorched metal filling his lungs. It’s cleansing, in a way. He’s not destroying Gotham. No, no, no—he’s freeing it. Stripping away the pretense. What good are laws when they’re so easily discarded? What good are morals when fear erases them in an instant? Look at Harvey Dent—Gotham’s golden boy, the White Knight, now just another scarred pawn in his grand joke.

And Batman. Ah, the Bat. Gotham’s last, desperate attempt to cling to its illusions. A man who thinks he can fix this city by dressing as a monster, who believes in rules but operates outside of them. The irony is delicious. But even he is cracking, fraying at the edges. The Joker doesn’t need to kill him to win. He just needs to push. A little more. A little further. Until Batman sees the joke too.

The city screams. The people run. They clutch at their laws, their morals, their fragile sense of order. But he knows better. All it takes is fear. A little pressure. And the masks slip right off. The frightened sheep will trample each other, turning against their heroes, their leaders. The police are already losing their grip, the so-called protectors of Gotham scrambling to contain the mess he’s created. But they won’t. They can’t. Because Gotham isn’t falling apart—it’s finally showing its true face.

The Joker licks his lips, grinning as he watches it all unfold. Every carefully laid plan, every explosion, every mind he’s twisted into something new—it’s all part of the grand design. And what a beautiful design it is.

He lets out a long, slow laugh, not because it’s funny—but because it’s true.

Gotham was always meant to burn.

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--Silviya.Y