[ EU ] You 're the Joker near the end of The Dark Knight , and a trapped Batman wants to know how you got those scars .


 
 The Joker licked at the side of his mouth and raked a hand through his rain-slicked hair. `` You really wan na know how I got these scars?'' He tossed the switchblade in his hand into his other palm, before tapping against the scar on his left cheek with the tip. `` Okay.'' With a sigh, he opened his mouth to speak. 
 
 It's 1995. A lanky, acne-riddled young man stands before a crowd at a comedy club, worriedly shuffling through his flash-cards, before dabbing his brow with a small swab of cloth. `` Uh- Ok- Okay, errh,'' He stammered. A man in the crowd booed. The comedian glanced up and squinted, blocking out the heavy light with his eye. `` I- I have- Okay. Uh.'' He stammered, reading a sweat-stained flashcard. `` I.. uh. Before - Um. My friend gave me his Epipen when he died. It seemed very important to him that I have it.'' 
 
 `` Booo!'' The man in the crowd shouted. `` You suck!'' 
 
 The comedian coughed. `` So- uh- If you think, um, that, uh, you can do better, uh, why do n't you give it a try, huh?'' 
 
 The man in the crowd stood up and spoke loudly. `` Why are seagulls called seagulls? Because if they flew over the bay, they'd be called bagels!'' The crowd fell into uproarious laughter, with various members of the crowd spitting out their beer and falling out of their chair. One man vomits. The comedian on stage clutched his microphone and frowned, before walking offstage to further applause. The host approached the microphone. `` Maurice P. Joker, everybody.'' 
 
 The Joker looked over Batman, who squinted and raised a brow. `` Is that it? W- What does that have to do with your scars? How- Uh, How did you get those scars?'' 
 
 `` Scars? I was talking about emotional scars.'' 
 
 `` What about the ones on your face?'' Batman asked. 
 
 The Joker plunged the knife deep into the Batman's thigh and got face-to-face. 
 
 `` I did it to myself. *I thought it would be funny. *'' 
 

