I don’t belong anywehere..
I don’t belong anywhere. I am neither a heart, a diamond, a club, nor a spade. I am neither a King, a Jack, an Eight, nor an Ace. As I am here – I am merely the Joker, and who that is I have had to find out for myself.
Every time I toss my head, the jingling bells remind me that I have no family. I have no number – and no trade either.
I have gone around observing your activities from the outside. Because of this I have also been able to see things to which you have been blind. Every morning you have gone to work, but you have never been fully awake.
It is different for the Joker, because he was put into this world with a flaw: he sees too deeply and too much. Truth is a lonely thing..