The Joker didn't actually feel that changed, but sometime around midnight the night before, he felt it. He giggled now as he gathered his gifts together, alternatively sighing soppily and shaking his head as though he couldn't believe his good luck. All these people he loved and so little time in which to express it. He hummed a little tune as he fiddled with the flower in his lapel. For Boromir, a hand written copy of Annabell Lee with all the "Annabell"s crossed out in red and "Sugar" written... read more
