Joker, Mona, Skull and Panther stood in front of the collapsed Shadow of Suguru Kamoshida, finally having defeated the corrupt king. Mona, Skull and Panther rushed forward to finally confront the lustful bastard, but Joker held back, something in the corner of his eye catching his attention. Joker looked forward, to see Kamoshida's crown, his treasure, which he had apparently dropped while fleeing. Joker felt something inside him stir as he walked over to the crown and picked it up, almost hypnotized. Slowly, without thinking, Joker raised the crown to his head, and put it on. in a flash of light, the treasure disappeared, flowing into Joker. The phantom thief felt his head spin as its corruptive power flowed into him.Joker looked down to see his clothing had changed too. Joker was now nearly naked, wearing only a black speedo, a heart covered cape, and a royal crown. He looked like he was wearing an altered version of Kamoshida's outfit! Further more, Joker was physically different too. His muscles had grown, his pecs jutting out like a shelf. His shoulders widened and grew more muscular, giving him a more manly silhouette with even more room for muscles. His biceps grew to the size of softballs, and fought for space on his arms with his muscular triceps and forearms. His stomach had deflated, giving him 6, almost 8 pack abs, each defined and sharp enough to grate cheese. His legs grew to impressive tree trunk sized pillars of muscle, his calves looking like teardrops. His feet had grown, his face had become more traditionally masculine and defined, and even his bulge had grown, causing the black speedo to stretch.
Suddenly a seductive and masculine voice called out from inside Joker's head. Joker could tell it was coming from the palace itself "The King is dead. Long live King Joker!"
Joker couldn't believe what had happened to him. But what he really couldn't believe was...