As a responsible, caring member of the community, I heard your call and took it upon myself to collect as many Tales of the Outsider as possible. Tirelessly have I canvassed the streets of our cities, searching for those who have seen him! Endlessly have I questioned, bribed, and cajoled for their stories! And now, trusting in the power of your good organization to guard these precious memories, I bequeath my findings unto you. I hope that they may be of some use to you.
Please note: While I have endeavored to preserve the words exactly as they were spoken to me, I have removed all identifying details (name, occupation, species, etc.) from the following recollections. As this freed my sources to speak more candidly with me about our beloved Outsider, I hope you will not fault me for the decision.
With warmest regards and deepest admiration, The Joker
01. Today I waited in line behind the Outsider to buy a hot dog from a street vendor. He was very gracious. He uses too much mustard. His coin purse is shaped like a duck but does not quack when squeezed.
02. What big hands he has! Those are man-killing hands, mark my words.
03. Sure, I'm a dog-walker, right? So I walk a lot of dogs. Often walk them past the Outsider's place. Gives me the creeps, if you want to know the truth. Always feel like he's watching me. You ever feel that way?
04. Who among us cannot relate to the Outsider? He speaks for all of us! He is us.
05. I just want to say that I object strongly to the use of the term "Void." This word carries intensely negative connotations: a void is something that must be filled, for instance, and to void means to cancel or to empty. None of these capture my experiences with the sacred space created by the Outsider, in which I felt supremely full and seen. I propose that we change its name to Sublime, or perhaps Eternity.
06. The Outsider? Smells like cheese. The kind you get in a can.
07. He stole my parking spot, so I broke his fucking tail lights. I'll break more than that, too, the next time I see him. ...This is anonymous, right?
08. I had my stylist cut my hair to look just like Big O's, but I can't get the texture right. I've tried everything: waxes, gels, even a little mousse. Can anyone help? How does he get that swoop?
09. Once, long ago, the Outsider came to me in a dream. He told me of my future, and of secrets I thought I had forgotten. I wept, and when I woke, I vowed to change my life, and to prevent the fate he had foreseen from coming to pass. I sold my worldly possessions. I danced naked in the streets. I was arrested, and beaten, and now I await treatment in Bruce Wayne's upcoming facility. I have faith that the Outsider will save me. He will always save me.
10. I'll tell you a secret. He sent those text messages. You know the ones.
11. I don't understand the whales. What do they mean? I see them everywhere now, even when I'm awake.
12. Bless me, Outsider, for I have coveted my neighbor. And lo though I walk through the shadow of the valley of wrath, she shall fear no evil.
13. Listen, a couple of us are collecting specimens for the ritual. If you run into anybody who's got some of the Outsider's DNA, or maybe some personal effects, please tell them to reach out to me. I need it all by Wednesday at the latest. After that, it'll be too late.
14. Rats. Rats! Everywhere, rats. De Chima rats. Big rats. Rats in the water. They're coming.
15. I dreamed a dream of You, Outsider. And in the dream, the world was as it should be, shapeless and void. You see the null and the omega. You alone see the truth.
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OUTSIDER ZINE
Delivered in hard copy, with a handwritten note.
As a responsible, caring member of the community, I heard your call and took it upon myself to collect as many Tales of the Outsider as possible. Tirelessly have I canvassed the streets of our cities, searching for those who have seen him! Endlessly have I questioned, bribed, and cajoled for their stories! And now, trusting in the power of your good organization to guard these precious memories, I bequeath my findings unto you. I hope that they may be of some use to you.
Please note: While I have endeavored to preserve the words exactly as they were spoken to me, I have removed all identifying details (name, occupation, species, etc.) from the following recollections. As this freed my sources to speak more candidly with me about our beloved Outsider, I hope you will not fault me for the decision.
With warmest regards and deepest admiration,
The Joker
01. Today I waited in line behind the Outsider to buy a hot dog from a street vendor. He was very gracious. He uses too much mustard. His coin purse is shaped like a duck but does not quack when squeezed.
02. What big hands he has! Those are man-killing hands, mark my words.
03. Sure, I'm a dog-walker, right? So I walk a lot of dogs. Often walk them past the Outsider's place. Gives me the creeps, if you want to know the truth. Always feel like he's watching me. You ever feel that way?
04. Who among us cannot relate to the Outsider? He speaks for all of us! He is us.
05. I just want to say that I object strongly to the use of the term "Void." This word carries intensely negative connotations: a void is something that must be filled, for instance, and to void means to cancel or to empty. None of these capture my experiences with the sacred space created by the Outsider, in which I felt supremely full and seen. I propose that we change its name to Sublime, or perhaps Eternity.
06. The Outsider? Smells like cheese. The kind you get in a can.
07. He stole my parking spot, so I broke his fucking tail lights. I'll break more than that, too, the next time I see him. ...This is anonymous, right?
08. I had my stylist cut my hair to look just like Big O's, but I can't get the texture right. I've tried everything: waxes, gels, even a little mousse. Can anyone help? How does he get that swoop?
09. Once, long ago, the Outsider came to me in a dream. He told me of my future, and of secrets I thought I had forgotten. I wept, and when I woke, I vowed to change my life, and to prevent the fate he had foreseen from coming to pass. I sold my worldly possessions. I danced naked in the streets. I was arrested, and beaten, and now I await treatment in Bruce Wayne's upcoming facility. I have faith that the Outsider will save me. He will always save me.
10. I'll tell you a secret. He sent those text messages. You know the ones.
11. I don't understand the whales. What do they mean? I see them everywhere now, even when I'm awake.
12. Bless me, Outsider, for I have coveted my neighbor. And lo though I walk through the shadow of the valley of wrath, she shall fear no evil.
13. Listen, a couple of us are collecting specimens for the ritual. If you run into anybody who's got some of the Outsider's DNA, or maybe some personal effects, please tell them to reach out to me. I need it all by Wednesday at the latest. After that, it'll be too late.
14. Rats. Rats! Everywhere, rats. De Chima rats. Big rats. Rats in the water. They're coming.
15. I dreamed a dream of You, Outsider. And in the dream, the world was as it should be, shapeless and void. You see the null and the omega. You alone see the truth.