Cain Vs Unfunny Joker— The Joke That Fell Flat.

The battlefield was silent.

Cain cracked his knuckles, stretching his arms as he eyed his opponent—a Joker that looked painfully dull.

Unlike the other Jokers, this one had no energy. No wild grins, no manic laughter.

Instead, he stood slouched, his expression bored and lifeless. His jester outfit was gray and dull, lacking the usual bright colors.

Cain tilted his head. "You don't look like much of a Joker."

Unfunny Joker sighed. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

Cain raised an eyebrow. "So what's your deal?"

Joker shrugged. "I tell jokes."

Cain crossed his arms. "Go ahead. Hit me with your best one."

Joker took a deep breath.

"...Why did the chicken cross the road?"

Cain blinked. "Uh... Why?"

Joker's expression remained deadpan.

"To get to the other side."

Silence.

Cain stared.

Joker stared back.

"...That's it?" Cain asked, confused.

Joker nodded. "Yeah."

Cain scratched his head. "That's not funny."

Joker sighed. "I know."

Cain rolled his shoulders. "Alright, enough of this. If you're not funny, then what's your strength?"

Joker held up a limp hand. "I drain people's energy. The more disappointed they are, the weaker they get."

Cain paused. "...Wait. That's actually kinda strong."

Joker shrugged. "Yeah, but it's also super boring."

Cain smirked. "Well, too bad. 'Cause I don't get tired of beating people up."

He launched forward.

Joker barely reacted. He just stood there.

Cain's fist slammed into his face.

Or at least—it should have.

Instead, Cain felt a wave of exhaustion crash into him. His limbs felt heavier. His speed dropped.

He stepped back, shaking off the sudden weight in his body. "What… the hell…?"

Joker yawned. "Told you. You're already getting weaker."

Cain gritted his teeth. "Damn it. So what, I lose because your jokes suck?"

Joker shrugged. "Pretty much."

Cain clenched his fists. "Like hell I'm gonna lose to a joke thief."

Joker blinked. "I don't steal jokes."

Cain pointed at him. "Exactly. You just repeat bad ones. That's worse."

Joker actually looked offended. "Hey! Comedy is subjective!"

Cain grinned. "You know what's funny?"

Joker frowned. "What?"

Cain vanished.

A split second later—

A fist crashed into Joker's stomach.

BOOM!

Joker lurched forward, coughing, his entire body bending from the impact.

Cain grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up. "A punchline."

Then—

He SLAMMED Joker into the ground.

The force cracked the earth beneath them.

Joker wheezed. "O-Okay, I'll admit… that was good."

Cain rolled his neck. "Damn right it was."

Joker's body flickered, dissolving into a cloud of unimpressed audience tickets that scattered into the air.

Cain sighed, dusting off his hands.

"Not funny. Didn't laugh."

He turned—

And walks with smirk on his face...