Chapter 776: Chaos can bring fairness.

Amidst the uproar of fans' cheers, Martin leaned against the parking lot fence, a grin spreading across his face as he spotted the colorful assembly of clowns, their worn faces reflecting a mix of exhaustion and determination, resembling creatures straight out of a nightmare.

Martin, always appreciative of his devoted followers, eagerly raised his phone to capture the moment, snapping photos of the eclectic crowd. Among them, two clowns unfurled a banner bearing a defiant slogan, proclaiming themselves as the harbingers of chaos.

"We are the agents of chaos!" one of them declared proudly, the words emblazoned in menacing crimson against the white backdrop.

Martin reciprocated the enthusiasm with waves and smiles, bidding farewell to the fervent admirers before making his way towards his electric car parked nearby.

As he settled into the vehicle, Bruce, his companion, breathed a sigh of relief. "Thankfully, the Joker's appearances are limited, or the whole country would be in disarray once more."

"Our mission is to bring joy to America!" Martin declared optimistically, pulling up the photo he had just taken on his phone to share on Twitter with a caption that exuded positivity: "Spreading happiness across the nation!"

Recalling a poignant line from one of the Joker's monologues, he cleverly used the image as a backdrop for his post, adding a touch of familiarity to the scene. With a tap, the tweet was sent into the digital ether, swiftly gaining traction as it was liked and shared by a multitude of users.

Meanwhile, outside the parking lot, Hubble, one of the clowns, watched Martin's departure before retreating from the gathering. Seeking solace in a nearby alley, he rummaged through a trash can in search of sustenance, his scavenging interrupted by a group of homeless individuals vying for the scraps.

Quickly securing a nearly intact burger, Hubble evaded the encroaching group, his agility honed from his recent stint as a wandering performer. Finding refuge near the bustling Warner Studios tourist area, he settled among street artists, contentedly munching on his newfound meal amidst the vibrant backdrop of the city.

Amidst the bustling streets, Hubble paid little attention to the curious glances of passersby, their occasional offerings of spare change falling unnoticed into his battered hat. Ever since his ill-fated foray into the world of stock investments left him penniless, he found solace in his role as a devoted member of the clown community.

Pulling out his weathered BlackBerry, its screen marred by a jagged crack in the corner and its back cover patched together with tape, Hubble navigated to Twitter, where he stumbled upon a tweet from Martin, the object of his unwavering admiration. Chuckling to himself, he quickly shared the post with his fellow enthusiasts, punctuating it with a wry comment: "Ain't that the truth?"

The group fell silent, the weight of their shared convictions hanging in the air, each member contemplating the implications of their allegiance.

Meanwhile, in Aurora, Colorado, Dr. James Holmes, a renowned neuroscientist, emerged from a refreshing shower, clad in a bathrobe adorned with a clown motif. Stepping into his meticulously decorated living room, he was surrounded by a shrine dedicated to his idol, the Joker, as portrayed by Martin in "The Dark Knight."

Adorning the walls were countless photos and movie posters featuring the enigmatic character, while shelves and cabinets overflowed with an array of clown memorabilia. With reverent fingers, James picked up his customized Apple phone, its back cover bearing a chilling declaration scrawled in blood-red ink: "I am the agent of chaos!"

Upon receiving a forwarded tweet from his compatriot Hubble, James felt a surge of excitement course through him. With a sense of purpose burning in his veins, he exchanged messages with his fellow devotees, their determination palpable in each keystroke.

As his comrades rallied around the cause, James shed his bathrobe, donning the iconic attire of the Joker. With a steady hand, he applied pale makeup to his face, meticulously recreating the infamous visage of his idol. Peering into the mirror, he grinned, his transformation complete.

"I am the true Joker," he declared with conviction, the weight of his words echoing in the room. Retrieving a replica revolver from his drawer, he pressed it against his temple, the chilling click of the trigger reverberating through the air, a stark reminder of the line between fantasy and reality.

The sharp chime of his phone pierced the silence, drawing James's attention away from his contemplations. With a sense of urgency, he tapped into the group chat, his fingers flying across the screen as he replied, "Hold on, I'm coming!"

His companions' responses came swiftly, each one punctuated with a sense of anticipation. "We're waiting for you," they echoed in unison.

Their rendezvous had been arranged through a shadowy corner of the internet, a forum frequented by die-hard Joker enthusiasts. While the platform itself exuded an air of antisocial tendencies, most users were content to engage in idle chatter, with only a select few, like James and his cohort, delving into more radical pursuits.

With a calculated nonchalance, James retrieved a box of bullets, selecting a vibrant yellow-orange round and deftly loading it into the chamber of his revolver. With each twist of the cylinder, the anticipation mounted, until finally, it came to a halt.

A grin spread across James's face as he raised the weapon to his temple, the thrill of uncertainty coursing through his veins. With a decisive click, the hammer fell, but the chamber remained empty.

"Haha! Brilliant!" James chuckled, setting the gun aside as he doubled over with laughter. "What doesn't kill me only makes me crazier!"

The laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the digital buzz of his phone as he resumed his conversation with Bob and Kevin.

"Can you secure the goods?" he inquired, his tone betraying a sense of urgency.

Bob's response came quick and fervent. "Absolutely. Money talks, and ordinary weapons walk."

With a sense of purpose, James issued his commands. "Kevin, head to Los Angeles and rendezvous with Bob. I'll join you shortly."

"Got it, boss!" Kevin replied, his excitement palpable through the screen.

As the plans fell into place, James couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through him. Unlike his comrades, he was a man of intellect and means, a respected neurologist with a comfortable life. Yet, the state of the world left him disillusioned and disgusted.

His fascination with the Joker had evolved from a passing interest to a fervent obsession, fueled by the growing chaos he perceived in society. In a world overrun by hypocrisy and injustice, he saw the Joker as a beacon of truth, a symbol of liberation from the shackles of societal norms. And he was determined to bring that chaos to fruition.

The pervasive stench of decay permeated every corner of the country, a testament to the rot that had infested society. James, determined to enact change in his own way, had found his chosen path in the enigmatic figure of the Joker.

"Madness spreads like gravity, pulling us towards the chaotic justice we seek," James declared in his final message of the day. "Wait for me, I'll be there soon!"

"Got it!" came the resolute response from his comrades, echoing James's fervor.

Eager to immerse himself further in the world of the Joker, James sought out a local group dedicated to the iconic character. Many were planning a self-driving tour to Los Angeles for the world premiere of "The Dark Knight Rises," and James wasted no time in signing up.

With confirmation in hand, James retrieved his revolver and two hefty suitcases filled with cash, currency exchanged months prior, mostly in $20 bills, the preferred denomination of underworld figures.

That afternoon, James donned his clown costume, climbed into his car adorned with a portrait of the Joker, and joined his fellow enthusiasts on the journey to Los Angeles.

Meanwhile, at Warner Studios, Martin engaged in discussions with Nolan regarding upcoming projects.

"We're looking at starting filming next year, after the Oscars," Nolan explained, to which Martin nodded in agreement.

Their conversation turned to casting decisions, with Nolan revealing that Jessica Chastain had been confirmed as the leading lady.

As their meeting concluded, Martin crossed paths with Daniel from Warner Pictures, who extended an invitation to consider a role in an upcoming project.

Martin graciously accepted, suggesting that the details be forwarded to his colleagues for review. With pleasantries exchanged, Daniel inquired about the arrangements for the premiere of "The Dark Knight Rises," to which Martin assured him that all was in order for both old and new generations of Jokers to grace the red carpet together.