This is gonna be fun.

[tinhuvielartanis]

I've been home for an hour and have been writing for about 30 minutes. This is what I have so far. For anyone interested, the two songs referenced in the intro to this new tale are "Rock Steady" by Aretha Franklin (a MUST-HAVE for any-damned-body) and an Acid Jazz song by the name of "Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)" by Digable Planets. This song has one of the best basslines evar because they're using a real upright on this song. This is a personal MUST-HAVE, but I strongly suggest it to the masses who haven't yet been blessed with the sound of Digable Planets. The line from the song in question is: "The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll, the lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls." So, now that you have the musical history to the beginning of this story, here's what I have so far. I hope you enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed writing "Everyone who was anyone, even though most everyone was a no one, knew that when the Joker emerged from Arkham, it was truly and indeed the 'Rebirth of Slick,' because that’s how J rolled."

Rock steady baby!  That’s what I feel now.  Let’s call this song exactly what it is.  Step n’move your hips with a feeling from side to side.  Sit yourself down in your car and take a ride.

 

Maybe he should steal a car for that sole purpose, just to live out this song in all its glory….

 

And while you’re movin’, rock steady, rocky steady baby.  Let’s call this song exactly what it is (what it is what it is what it is).

 

“What it is, doooood?”  He growled almost in a friendly tone at some hapless passerby, who shimmied from side to side himself, trying to avoid the Joker’s gangster stroll down 5^th and Fascination in Gotham City.  The Joker cackled at his fumbling efforts and just kept on rocking steady.

 

He liked Aretha Franklin.  He really did.

 

It’s a funky and low down feelin’ (what it is).  In my hips from left to right (what it is).  What it is is I might be doin’ (what it is) this funky dance all night Ohh!  (Let me hear ya gotta feelin’ in the air, gotta feelin’ an ain’t got a care).

 

That was the Joker.  He rocked steady to the sound of his beloved iPod, the buds pressed firmly in his ears, relishing every step of freedom since extricating himself from that cesspool of an asylum.  He had that feelin’ and didn’t have a care.  Instead of his usual trudge, the Joker strutted and he did so with conviction.  Even though his shoulders were still a little hunched over, he still moved much easier and with less menace when Aretha sang to him.  There was another song on the iPod that mentioned the Gangster Stroll and that’s what he liked to call what he was doing now.  Everyone who was anyone, even though most everyone was a no one, knew that when the Joker emerged from Arkham, it was truly and indeed the “Rebirth of Slick,” because that’s how J rolled.