Within sixty minutes, the whole of Twitter/X was a crime scene. Hashtags blossomed and metastasized, first as jokes, then as weapons:
#WhoTFIsVale,
#NolanLostIt,
#JokerGate.
The trending tab, always a forecast of the cultural weather, showed a solid block of Vale-related chatter by 9:02. The official headshot had already been defaced, colorized, deepfaked onto everything from the Mona Lisa to the poster for The Shining. One viral tweet mashed up every Joker casting in film history and declared the new one "the ultimate NPC boss—he's the final bug in the code."
Reddit, always the first responder to existential emergencies, went for the forensic approach. On r/Movies, a thread with the surgical title
"[OC] New Joker Headshot—Why Is No One Talking About His Eyes?"
climbed past ten thousand upvotes.
The OP—username "psychonaut-77"—posted a slow-motion GIF cycling between the Vale headshot and a reverse-contrast of the same, claiming that the dilation of the pupil "doesn't match normal light levels" and that "if you invert it, the smile is still visible in the negative."
The comments spiraled from armchair psychology to speculative fanfic in record time.
"He's already in character. You can tell he's not acting, he's just *is*."
"I bet he's one of those method freaks, like Jared Leto but with more actual murder."
"People keep saying he's hot but I feel like he's going to eat me through the screen?"
"This guy is either going to be the best Joker ever or he'll set Hollywood on fire and salt the earth."
Every ten posts, someone brought up the "Nolan casting curse." No one could remember what it was, exactly, but everyone agreed that this was the logical conclusion.
Someone else uncovered a year-old Instagram account with three posts and a follower count in the double digits.
The top post was a blurred close-up of a needle and a tattoo gun, the caption: "becoming." A commenter replied, "This is viral marketing right? It's too on the nose."
On the comic book subs, the debate was even more rabid. In a thread titled
"BREAKING: Nolan Hires Joker Nobody, DC Fandom Implodes,"
the top comment was a wall of ASCII text in the shape of a clown face, eyes replaced by the words "VALE VALE VALE VALE." By midday, every other comment was a riff on "Who the fuck is Vale" or "Let Vale Cook." Some users tried to dig deeper, past the meme surface, but there was nothing—no IMDb, no leaked resume, no high school yearbook or ancient Vine clip. Even the best stalkers hit a wall of static.
YouTube, always behind the news but ahead on the narrative, churned out a flood of reaction content. The earliest hits were from the usual suspects: disaffected teens in gaming chairs, pop culture obsessives with anime avatars, failed actors who'd pivoted to 60k-subscriber film theory channels. Most opened with a thumbnail of the Vale headshot and a title in the form of a panic attack:
"NOLAN'S JOKER: WHAT IS HE THINKING???"
"Jokergate: Hollywood Finally Lost It"
"Why The Joker Is Now Uncanny and It's NOT Okay"
One vlogger, a woman with a magenta streak in her undercut and a string of Funko Pops over her shoulder, ran a thirty-minute breakdown of the Vale casting. She zoomed in on the cheekbones ("is this a makeup test or did they just catch him post-murder?"), speculated on Nolan's secret strategy, then segued into a five-minute tangent about "emotionally destabilizing actors." The comment section was a warzone of trolls, stans, and bot accounts posting nothing but the Vale headshot, over and over.
By 10:30, the memes had mutated.
On X, a collage compared every cinematic Joker—Romero, Nicholson, Hamill, Ledger, Leto, Phoenix, and now Vale. "We asked for Heath Ledger, we got Hot Topic Employee," read the caption, but underneath, even the haters admitted the new guy looked "like he'd actually stab someone."
In another meme, Vale's grayscale face was pasted over a McDonald's clown, the mouth extended with a Photoshop warp tool, the eyes left untouched. "Smile. You're part of the problem now," read the text overlay.
In the group chats and DM threads, the discourse was less intellectual and more feral. People weaponized the headshot against their friends, sending it at 2x brightness with the text "wake up babe, new Joker just dropped." One viral tweet paired the Vale headshot with an audio file of unbroken, looping laughter—an hour of it, edited with each minute getting incrementally louder.
"This is what the inside of my brain sounds like now," the poster claimed. Within three hours, the sound had migrated to TikTok.
Which was, by then, on fire.
The first Vale TikTok to go viral was a fifteen-second POV of a girl, ring-light perfectly dialed, pretending to audition for Nolan. She did a Joker laugh—cartoonish, then shrieking, then abruptly dead. Cut to a text overlay: "What if you went for the Joker audition and they told you a guy with THIS FACE got the part." She zoomed on the headshot, screamed, then cut to herself in full clown makeup, shaking. The video hit two million views by noon.
By afternoon, the "Vale Challenge" was trending. Every user stitched the original headshot with their own Joker audition, some going all-in with makeup, others just deadpanning to the camera and letting the silence do the work. The comments were split evenly: half made fun of the performance, half claimed they'd never felt more uncomfortable in their lives.
In the middle of this, a stitched video gained traction. A teenager—hair blue, eyes ringed in eyeliner—sat in their bedroom, Vale's headshot projected onto a sheet behind them. They imitated the head tilt, the stillness, then launched into a monologue: "You know what's funny about this world? It never wanted to see itself in the mirror. Until now." The delivery was off, the effect uncanny. It wasn't that the kid did the Joker well—it was that, even through the wall of artifice, the Vale presence felt like a virus infecting every performance.
It became a game. "Who can stare the longest without blinking?" "Who can out-creep the new Joker?" For every successful meme, a dozen more failed and were instantly buried. Vale's face became the challenge, the gauntlet, the new measure of what it meant to "commit" to a role, even if no one had seen him act a single frame.
And yet, that was the genius: no one had. There was no clip, no leak, no screengrab from a chemistry read. Only the headshot and the rumors, which multiplied like rats every time someone tried to trace them back to the source.
Even the algorithm, normally so careful to keep viral and cringe in separate lanes, failed to contain the spread. Vale's image wormed its way into ASMR channels, mukbangs, political commentary, and the darkest corners of the anime FYP.
At some point, someone animated the headshot to blink—just once, at random intervals. Another account set the blinking Vale face as a jump scare in the middle of makeup tutorials. By sundown, the "Smile. You're part of the problem now," meme had replaced "Loss.jpg" as the quickest way to kill a thread.
On Discords and private servers, people shared ever-more-unhinged conspiracy theories: that Vale was an AI, a deepfake, a serial killer's offspring. That he was Nolan's illegitimate son. That there was a secret audition video but anyone who watched it either lost their mind or signed an NDA in their own blood.
On an offshoot subreddit, someone posted a blurry photo of a man in a hoodie, loitering outside a Koreatown coffee shop. The caption: "Saw this guy today. He didn't order anything. Just stood and stared at the barista for like five minutes. Said his name was Marcus." Nobody could agree if it was real.
Throughout the day, as the cycle repeated and the myth grew, a new narrative emerged: the real power wasn't in the casting, or the performance, or even the look.
The real power was in how Marcus Vale, whoever or whatever he was, had hijacked every neuron of the digital culture in less than a day. He was a meme that had refused to stay in its lane. A weaponized symbol of something no one could yet name.
At 11:59, the last tweet of the day rose to the top of the trend: "We memed a new Joker into existence and I'm not sure we can unmake him now."
Somewhere in the city, in a dark apartment, a man with a still-unknown name watched the headshot on a cracked phone screen. He let it play for a long minute, absorbing the chaos. Then, with a flick of the wrist, he scrolled to the next video—a stitched Vale Challenge, another kid giving their best Joker stare. The man smiled, just a little, and set the phone face-down.
Outside, the world was already whispering his name.
.....
By noon, the meme cycle had exhausted its surface energy and sunk to the next layer of sediment: the hunt for "truth." The Internet, as always, wanted more than a shadow. It wanted a corpse.
The digital forensics started on 4chan and the darker Discords, where a dozen threads cross-indexed every name variant, facial similarity, and tattoo in the Vale headshot.
Within two hours, the mob had reverse image searched not only the Joker photo but every photo ever tagged with #MarcusVale, turning up a grand total of zero. The void only fed the hunger. Where there was no history, the internet manufactured one.
The first "leak" was a screenshot from an alleged ex-girlfriend. The story, paraphrased and then mutated in the retelling, claimed that Marcus was "dangerous," that he'd threatened to burn down her apartment, that he "had no off switch and no real friends." The original post was deleted after seventeen minutes, but not before it was screenshotted, reposted, and archived on at least six subreddits and two Twitter threads.
A rival thread, "The REAL Marcus Vale Backstory," emerged shortly after. This time, the claims were darker, and, as always, more detailed:
- He was a foster kid who
grew up "in the system," spent time in three institutions, got expelled from a religious rehab for "anti-social behavior." By the time he was eighteen, he'd already changed names twice. A user named "bubonic truth" posted a timeline with speculative gaps mapped in bloody red, ending with "srsly, WHO makes it this far with no paper trail?"
Another variant claimed that Marcus Vale was "not a person but a project," the product of some black-budget think tank specializing in "deep roleplay" or psychological operations.
The thread built out a fake wiki page, doctored with old campaign photos, crudely photoshopped tattoos, and graphs showing a six-month lag between the birth of the Vale online persona and the casting buzz. "Just like Qanon," someone wrote. "Con in plain sight."
On the Discords, a cadre of stalkers and "truthers" dubbed themselves the Vale Hunters. They coordinated phone calls, ran data scrapes, aggregated every pixel and metadata bit from the existing headshots.
By 1:13 PM, they had a working map: last known locations, dietary quirks, possible high school tracks, and two possible birth certificates, both with suspicious gaps. While one division of the group pursued the genealogy angle (reverse-engineering facial structure to compare to mugshot archives), another went old-school, flooding the Warner Bros. tip lines with requests for "authenticity confirmation."
The efforts paid off. At 1:27, a rage-sharing LinkedIn post surfaced: a one-year-old internship at a Burbank casting agency. Nobody remembered him.
.....
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