The Joker
One job... That all it was. Jack look down at the red helmet that he was given by the gang member who said it was pose to hide his face from the camera. Jack simply nodded. He needed the money for him and his pregnant wife.
At age 24 , jobless and with a baby on the way Jack decide this was his only chance to score big.
Jack watch from under the helmet as the rest of the gang members that had machine guns started crossing the iron railed bridge that lead to the main office were the dough was.
The acid like chemical smell reach its way to his nose. He looked on nervously.
"Keep move Jack'o." Jack nodded and kept walking but didn't get far as a figure broke the glass of the knocking three of the guys. The smoke that was coming from the tanks of chemicals and the damn helmet.
"It's the BAT!"
Shots fired and the helmet started to heat up as panic set as the gang members were taken ones behind him were also fleeing.
Jack was frozen and a shadow started to form and out came a man in suit that made him look like a bat.
"WAIT!" Jack tired to take his helmet off but he had started walking back ,causing the bat guy to launch at him. Jack freaked out and had flipped off. He fell right when the helmet came off.
He fell head first into the milky chemicals.
He would be screaming but his mouth and eyes , everywhere just burn.
Later he was able to swim up and over the lid. He landed on his back.
The pain.
He started to laugh at the pain he felt and he held his chest . He looked at his hands , pale as chalk powder. The acid had started to melt away his clothes. He kept laughing and he stumble up. He went to the employees changing room. All he could find was a purple leather jacket and black pants. He,now having stopped laughing, shrugging his shoulders and tearing off what was left of his old outfit. His mind was numb and when he felt the something on the inside of the jacket he laugh.
A card.
A new name.
"Joker"
Later that night
His wife was scared for her life as she thought this man, this beast wasn't her husband that she grew to love.
"Now Jenny put the gun down." He taunted, she shook with the gun in her hand. She had back up to far and fell backwards,setting the gun off.
Joker watch the blood pool around her dead body. He laugh at the change of events.
He went to the kitchen and got a box of matches. He got out vegetable oil and poured it everywhere. He lit the match and threw it to the ground.
The apartment lit up and as he walked down the streets. Behind him the fire trucks and police came and try to put the fire out.
His first night of being born and he already had killed at least twenty people just with the fire.
One bad day.
It took the bat four years and the death of 200 or so people to get him.
There he was in his cell at the Asylum in a straight jacket ,unstrapped, that covered his tattoo-covered,ripped body from the world.
Over the years he has become a crime boss and owner of two clubs. He banged his head against the metal wall.
"Now i know you are new but these are criminals and not normal out-of-touch people and don't let them get to you."
Joker looked through the bars to see two women from the second floor. One ,the older, was the one talking. His blue eyes were on the blond.
He flash a sliver grin. Fresh bait.
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Harleen Quinzel is a newly license doctor in psychology, in her new office that she was given the week before. She was already treating two patients, both lower degree criminals. She hears a knock on the door.
" is calling everyone. He is taking The Joker as a patient."
Harleen raised a brow.
The Joker sat in the seat with the straps tightly tighten and he had laugh,in his head, at the fear he in still in them.
"Now," He look forward and to see his 'doctor'.Oh right when he was hoping for the new girl.
"Let's start with-"
"I want a new doctor." Joker said before standing from his seat and banging his head against the door to get the guards.
They took him back to his cell.
"That was a waste of time" Harleen heard from her co-workers.
She just shook her head and went back to her office to look through her notes.
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It took him seventeen doctors to get him to the right one.
"Hello , ." Here was once again in the fasten jacket with some what interested face on facing the blond mid-twenty year old.
Oh he was going to have fun breaking her.
"My name is Doctor Harleen Quinzel , but you may call me 'Doctor'." He tilted his head , green hair that hadn't been comb giving him a wild look.
"Now we will -" Harleen was stopped when the man shifted upward and popping his neck.
He sat back down.
"Harley."He said leaning his head back.
"Pardon," The young doctor wrote on the paper to her right about his actions.
"Harley is that ok. Can i call you Harley?"
Harleen just nodded.
"No-"
"Do your friends call you Harley,doc?" Harleen just shook her head not seeing the twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't many friends."
Joker laugh in his head but grin at her.
"You got one now."
