Colour tattoo of a minion dressed as the Joker, with green hair, purple suit, red tie and goggles, holding a toy gun and a BANG flag, on a lower leg.

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Minion dressed as the Joker on a calf

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A minion character is shown in the Joker's style, with green swept-back hair, a wide grinning mouth, a purple jacket, green waistcoat and red tie. It holds a silver toy gun in one hand and a red flag reading BANG in the other. The linework is bold and outlined, with soft shading on the goggles and face, and loose pink, blue and purple splashes sit behind the figure.

Calf Joker Goggles Suit Character

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Up on the eleventh floor of Harrow Court, where the lift had been broken since spring, lived a small yellow creature called Pell who wore his goggles pushed up on his head. Nobody knew where he came from. The old men said he came up through the drains and the children said he came down from the roof. What everyone agreed on was the suit, purple as a bruise, with a green waistcoat he kept buttoned to the top and a red tie that he straightened every morning on the landing.

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The trouble began when the council sent men to paint the stairwells a sensible grey. Pell watched from the railings as they worked. He carried a long silver toy gun tucked inside his jacket, and he did not trust anyone who wanted the walls to be sensible. So on the night before the painting he climbed to the roof with a square of red cloth, BANG written across it in careful capitals, and he waved it at the sky until the streetlights flickered.

Mrs Okonkwo on the fourth floor said she had never seen a creature so pleased with itself. In the morning the grey tins stood unopened by the bins, because every wall in the building had been splashed overnight with pink, blue and purple, loose and cheerful, like the sky after a summer storm. Nobody admitted to it. The gun, Pell said, had only ever squirted water, and the rest had been a very loud hope.

The council sent a letter saying the paint would be tidied. The residents wrote back that the walls were now the only ones in the city that made them smile, and signed it with a small drawing of a grinning face. The letter was never answered. The grey tins still sit in the cellar, and Pell sometimes sleeps on top of them with his flag folded under his arm.