# 8 Joker the Clown
Joker liked being alone. He hated people. He didn't miss Renka. He didn't miss Jonathan Crane. He didn't miss Harley. He was happy. He wasn't sad. He told himself that every night. Before he went to bed. But when he dreamed. They were there. They were happy. They stayed with him. Renka held his hand and laughed. Jonathan tried to analyze them. Harley tried to braid Renka's hair everytime she slipped off to sleep on Joker's shoulder. Then he woke up. And even though he knew no one was there he hugged the air tightly and cried. He missed them.