a u t h o r' s n o t e
hey guys well im back and my harry potter/ draco malfoy obsession has died down a ton since last year. Now I've moved on to greater things now, things like Batman and the Joker. Now me being the hopeless romantic fell in love with the Joker because of how little you know about his background so I began to think after I saw dark knight (which was frickin amazing!!) anyways I began to think of how the Joker came to be and how he might have some kind of compassion or at least attachment to one girl. So this story came into mind. So tell me what you think not much for the first part but I think it could be something great. Thanks and review!! XD
The Joker and all other Batman characters belong to Marvel comics.©
All other characters belong to me.
p.s. sorry for the long note.
"….Still at large. Can even Batman save us?" I shivered as they flashed the picture over the screen again. I pulled my ironically purple bathrobe tighter around me. I sat in my living room watching the news as I did every evening. My cat, Art, had curled up in my lap while I drank my nightly tea. My flannel pajama bottoms stuck to my legs from the heat of the fire. Despite the fact I was sweating, I was still so cold. The haunting picture flashed across the screen. That face, those hazel eyes I knew all to well seemed to mock me through the glass. I sighed and shifted my feet causing Art to jump from the sofa and curl up on the carpet.
It wasn't always like this I thought to myself. When I, well we, were twelve, that's when things began to go downhill. I remember the beatings got worse and the scars became more apparent. I remember his crying on the firescape that connected our houses. I remembered the nights he would sleep next to me in my bed to help keep the ever-real nightmares at bay. He was once like you and me, a normal kid, but today he was mealy a freak, a mad man. He was the Joker.
I stood placing my cup of tea on the card table as I stretched. I turned off the TV and replaced it with soothing music. I walked over to the window and walked out onto the balcony that overlooked the town. I let a heavy breath go watching it form steam in the winter air. The snow was falling steadily by now making Gothum look almost peaceful. I walked forward to the railing and placed all my weight on the frozen poles. The cold sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and reflected on the quiet. I opened my eyes when I felt someone else with me on the balcony. I turned and found my favorite client standing behind me clad in his usual black. "Mr. Batman." I nodded and smiled at him.
He handed me a file and was gone before I had a chance to thank him. I smiled at this and decided to go back in. I closed and latched the door tightly. Though I was on the 8th story it helped to take precautions in a place like Gothum. I sighed and looked down at the file Batman had handed me, the label read #4908 666 13. This was his file from the old Arkyle Asylum. I was a practicing psychologist at the local college. My job was to attend court cases and asses the persons on trial, most times they were mentally unsound but there were the few times I had pronounced then perfectly healthy making their sentences even worse than before; if at all possible.
My job was an easy one and I hardly worked. I had a day job at a café only a few blocks away where I would sing and wait tables, I enjoyed my work. I drew the file close to my chest and walked to my bed through an open doorway that separated my kitchen/ sitting room/ dining room. It was a rather large and pricy one story flat but it was the closet thing to a nice home you could get here. Well aside from Wayne manor I thought it was the best money could buy. I placed the file in the drawer next to my bed and made my way to the bathroom to prepare myself for bed. A few moments later I came back out to find a single brightly painted purple and green flower on my pillow. I glanced at the window, which was slightly ajar and gulped in horror.
I wrenched the envelope from the string that held it to the flower and hastily ripped it open. I quickly read the letter and ran to the balcony throwing the doors open. I stared at the snow that had be tarnished by large feet, far larger than mine and in the wrong place for Batman's'. I dashed to the railing and looked about, no sight of him. I looked up and still did not see him. I clutched the letter tightly to my chest and breathed out heavily causing much steam to rise into the air. I looked closely and saw tracks of a large truck that had been parked outside my apartment building. I fell to my knees crying in both happiness and fear. The letter fell to the snow beside me and again I read it. In an elegant purple scrip it read Honey, I'm home
