Ok so My tiny well big obsession with The Joker has come back and I felt like writing a story about him.
Well I have two, this is the better of the two and my favourite so I am going to post it and Hope people like it
If there is anything wrong or anything I could improve on please tell me
It is in first person because it seems more personal to me...
And Sorry for if anyone is OOC.
Oh and I do not own any of the characters other then Michelle, Grayson and Marty (so far)
The Joker (Sadly) and every one else belongs to DC Comics.
oh and to the people who read my glee story, I will post but it may be awhile until then because I wrote out a chapter then my computer crashed before i got to save it
and now I cannot be bothered to write it out again.
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Thank you for Reading ~
My name is Michelle Napier, you have properly never heard of me and I didn't expect that you'd know of me, although you may know me as The Seductress other wise known as The Jokers second hand man but truth being I was more then his Second hand man or Wo-man if we are going to be serious about this matter. I am his daughter. Yes I know 'but the Joker never had any children, he has no family.' Firstly I was born before The Joker was created and he doesn't like people to know about his personal life, other then me of course.
The reason I am Telling you this is because if you choose to read on you will learn about my past, my relationship with my father and everything revolving around my life and his. My past was not pleasant and I feel the need to tell the world my story. To tell them my father was not as bad as everyone thought. The side of him that only I saw.
I don't want to babble on to much, so I will start I guess were any story would start a day where things started to change.
My day started out normal like every day, I woke up to yelling downstairs and then a loud crash. It was different way everyday but it was the basic of it. I always woke up around the same time everyday from a noise downstairs. I think it was because the learnt Alarm clocks are not good for waking me up they will just smash the day after I get one.
Hopping up from my queen size bed, I looked around the dark room. Yes even in the morning my room is dark, this is mainly because my father doesn't like people seeing in not that I minded, I like the dark it was relaxing for me.
I reached up and pulled the string which fell from the roof. Light fulled the room as I looked around. The walls were black with paint splattered all over the wall. Colours of red, white, green and purple. I smiled remembering moving into this place and with my father and painting the rooms. One of the better memories I had.
I hoped up of the bed and over to the side bathroom turning the light on there. I walked over to the sink and looked at the reflection in the mirror.
The girl was pale and had long black and purple hair the went to the lower of her back. She had two different eye colours her left one was brown and her right one was blue blurred eye but covering her blue eye there was a a scratch going from her eyebrow to the bottom of her eye. It was her only visible scar.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, it took me awhile to realise this girl was me. I moved my had to the top of the scar and down to the bottom, it was the only time my father ever hurt me and made me blind in that eye. Shaking the feeling off I turned on the shower and made my clothes drop to the ground before i felt the warm water slip down over my scarred body. After washing myself off I hope out of the shower, dried myself off and wrapped my towel around me. I walked over to my large wardrobe which was split into two. One was for costumes I wore around when I am working the other is for everyday clothes which I wear to school and that is the one I went to. Skimming through the racks of clothes. Soon picking out purple skinny jeans, A black singlet, A green Invader Zim, Gir hoodie, the one with the ears and bright green chucks. I smiled at the outfit choice and put it on before tying my hair up in pig tails.
I looked at the full length mirror and laughed, I didn't have the best fashion sense but it was mine and i loved it. I picked up my messenger bag and danced down the hall before knocking on one before opening it, only to get a knife thrown towards my face which luckily missed and landed on the wall behind me. I turned and pulled it out of the wall before walking in and placing it on the man's bedside table and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Daddy that's not very nice" I laughed giving him a kiss on the cheek. I stood up and span around. He groaned, if there was one thing people should know, never wake him up early in the morning, you will properly die. The reason I woke him up was because I knew that wouldn't happen to me.
"you have to get up and ready for the day! Go kill some people, blow up some building, Kill the bat. Whatever!" I smiled at him and gave him another kiss on the cheek before skipping out of his room and downstairs. In the central room, aka the main living room I guess there was a few of my fathers workers sitting around. I looked around to find what made the crash earlier. To the far right of the room the dining table was knocked of the hinges making two of the legs broken and the chairs around it broken.
I felt my eye twitch as I looked over to a few of the newbie's. These are the ones who didn't know what type of harm I could cause them, to them I was just another worker. I walked up behind then and smashed their heads together.
"you break something you clean it up and fix it or buy a new one, you don't leave it there for someone else to deal with. Got It." My voice had gone dark, like my fathers when he was angry. They look back at me with wide eyes, the realisation hitting them before the scrambled up and went to tidy up. I laughed and turned around and looked at the man who was standing behind her.
"you are scarily like your father" I looked up to him and smiled wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Thank you Marty and as much as I would love to continue talking to you. I have to bid you adieu" I let go of him and span around him and out the door, skipping down to my truck before hopping in and driving down to Gotham Central High School.
I drove out of the Narrows and straight to the centre of Gotham where my school was. People at this school already thought shit of me, that I was a low life outcast who had no friends, but if they knew I lived in the Narrows I would get teased and picked on more then normal. They lived in nice family houses with a loving family, I did too! There was just more destruction and killings on a regular bases.
As I pulled up to the school and took my regular car park. I stared out into the crowd of students. Most of them passed with out taking a glance at me, while others glared at the truck before hurrying away. I had power over this school even if they didn't want to believe it. The student were scared of me and I like it.
I looked in my rear view mirror and fixed my hair so my fringe was over my right eye. I gave a smile and laughed before picking up my bag and pulling up the hood of my hoodie. I hopped out of the car then locking it before walking into the school building.
Everybody around me was a blur, They didn't look at me and I didn't look at them. It really didn't mind me. As soon as I leave this school I wouldn't see any of them ever again. So why should I bother with them.
I got to my locker and saw a familiar leaning against it. This was Grayson, he was the only one who would talk to me. And before you say 'I thought you didn't have any friends' I don't Grayson is more a stalker then anything else. He has had a fascination with me since we were 10, so seven years is a pretty long time to have a fascination with someone.
"Mia, don't you look beautiful today." He said standing up from my locker and smiling at me. I glared with an unemotional look on his face.
"Out of my way Grayson" I pushed him away so I could get into my locker. He of course took this as a complement, I touched him and said his name. So after i stuffed everything in my locker and I turned around, he was standing there with a dopey look on his face. I rolled my eyes before slamming my locker shut and walking away to my first class.