Injustice: Gods Among Us Fandub
thekillinjoke for The Joker
As a result of his disordered mind, the Joker's history is largely a mystery, made more so by the fact that few records of the Joker’s past exist to the public’s knowledge, if at all. The generally most commonly agreed-upon origin concerns a family man and failed comedian who used to work at a chemical factory. The man had a pregnant wife named Jeannie who he was unable to provide for or care for, and was manipulated into committing a robbery of the chemical factory he used to work at under the alias of the Red Hood. His wife and unborn child died in an accident, but it was too late for him to back out of the robbery. The robbery went awry, as Batman attacked, sending the soon-to-be Joker into a vat of chemicals, deforming his look into that of an evil clown. This made him go mad, as the Joker became the greatest enemy to Batman and to the entirety of Gotham. Some criminal records cite his name as being Jack Napier, although it is speculated that it may be one of many fake aliases.
In the Injustice universe, this Joker is a much more insane version of himself, having been brought back to life from a Lazarus Pit after the events of Arkham City, unbeknownst to anyone in the League of Assassins. Having failed to stop Batman several times over and not getting the last laugh on the Dark Knight, he turns to causing Superman to break, drugging him with fear toxin laced with kryptonite, tricking him into killing Lois and his unborn child, and nuking all of Metropolis. He is killed very early on in this universe's story by Superman, and he is later cremated just as the civil war in the Justice League breaks out.
The voice of the Joker should emulate Mark Hamill's performances from various pieces of media. You may use Troy Baker's younger performance for inspiration of the Primeverse version of Joker if you wish, and lean more towards a darker and more sinister version of Hamill's performances for the Injustice version (and maybe add a little bit of Leto to his brief appearances).
For your audition lines, you are welcome to pick any of the following monologues, adding some chuckles here and there as deemed appropriate.
- fandub
- male adult
"I find the past such a dark and troubling place, don't you? Yes... memories so treacherous. One moment, you're lost in a carnival of delight. The childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy floss. The next, it takes you somewhere you don't want to be. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you'd rather forget! Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children, no? But can we live without them!?! Memories are what our reason is based on! If we deny them, we deny reason itself! Although… what’s wrong with that? We aren’t exactly tied down to any contracts with rationality. There is no sanity clause! So… when you find yourself locked up on an unpleasant train of thought, heading for those places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember this… there’s always madness. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened, and you can lock them all away… forever. Madness… is the emergency exit. (maniacal laugh)”
“Dear friends... today is the day the Clown cried. And he cries not for the passing of one man, but for the death of a dream. The dream that he would someday taste the ultimate victory over his hated enemy. For it was the Batman who made me the happy soul I am today. How I agonized over the perfect way to thank him for that. Perhaps with a cyanide pie in the face. Or an exploding whoopie-cushion playfully planted in the Batmobile. But those dreams were dashed by the weaselly little gunsel sitting there in our midst. The cowardly insignificant gonif who probably got lucky when Batman slipped on the slime trail this loser left behind him. This mound of diseased hyena filth who's not fit to lick the dirt from my spats...! But I digress. The time for sorrow has passed. It's time to look to a future filled with smiles. And I'll be smiling again just as soon as we take that man there... and slap him in that box THERE... and roll him into that vat of acid over THERE! (sigh heavily) Well, that was fun! Who’s for Chinese?”
"You scared about the scars? Wanna know how I got them? Well... My father was a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me, and he says, “Why so serious, son?” Comes at me with the knife… “Why so serious?” He sticks the blade in my mouth… “Let’s put a smile on that face!” And… why so serious?
