Son of Joker
Prologue
Gotham City is home to a psychotic killer with green hair and pale white skin. He may appear as a clown, but he is far from it. No one knows where he came from and who is he. All they know is that he goes by the name, "The Joker" or "Joker" for short.
He arrived in Gotham City with a bang, literally. His first appearance brought about destruction and murder on a scale the poor city has never seen. Years passed and Joker terrorized the city every chance he got. He would be arrested and then immediately breakout again. The pattern continued until one day he vanished.
"Oh it's good to be back in Gotham!" Exclaimed the Joker. "I have to find a pay phone and call Harley. She will be so thrilled to hear that her Mistah J is out... Again. HAHAHA" The clown prince of crime approached a pay phone and pulled a coin out of his pocket. He placed some string on his finger and prepared the cliché coin gag. Then a shriek broke Joker's concentration
"Oh! Let's see what poor soul is dying tonight!" The Joker skipped his way to the alley that the scream originated from. His eyes opened at the action happening at the end of the alleyway. Two armed muggers were robbing a woman and young boy. "Oh no no no! You're doing it all wrong guys."
"Fuck off clown." Muttered the thug
"Clown?! Do you not know who I am? I'm the 'Clown Prince of Crime' bub. I'm the Joker."
"Shit. Oh god, run Jimmy."
The armed thug referred to as Jimmy struck the little boy and mother unconscious and began to run. "Ugh. No respect these days." Exclaimed the Joker as he pulled out his pistol and began to shoot.
The gunshots echoed through the alleyway. The two thugs lay dead on the ground. Joker walked up to the corpses and gave them each a hardy kick, all the while maniacally laughing.
Once he was done having fun, Joker walked over to the mother and son. "Pity honey, you were kind of cute. Well before your brains were lying on the floor! HAHAHA" The blow to the mother was a deadly one, but the son lay on the ground unconscious. The boy was tall and thin. He had bleach blonde hair and piercing green eyes. "Oh wow! This boy has a little fight in him. Reminds me of me HAHA!" The boy woke up to the sound of Jokers laughter.
"Who are you?! Where are we? Who am I...?" Muttered the boy
"Woah woah there buckaroo! Slow it down. I'm Uncle Joker. You're in an alleyway. And I do-"
"Who's this dead woman?"
It was that moment something snapped inside Joker. An idea came to life and was clawing at the walls of his mind. Joker would take this blank slate boy and build him into his image. The boy would then be the successor to the Clown Prince of Crime Empire. "I don't know who she is." Answered Joker "Probably some drugged up hooker. Take my hand Junior. Uncle Joker is here for you! HAHAHA!"
As the boy grabbed Joker's pale white hand and walked out of the alleyway with him, Joker began to think. "Okay my boy! Uncle Joker is gonna teach you everything from knives and guns to killing and how to do it in style! HAHAHA You're gonna have a blast! And oh wait till you meet Harley! She's a doll and she'll be ecstatic to see what I've brought home HAHAHA. Oh shit I have to call her... Psh oh well. I'll just surprise her."
"Is Harley nice?" Muttered the boy
"Is she nice? Is she nice?! She's absolutely positively bonkers!" Joker sighs "But I guess that's why I enjoy her so much. HEHE"
"Okay." Responded the confused boy
"Hey Junior. Come here and help Uncle Joker flag down a cab." The boy walked up beside Joker and stood there emotionless while joker comedically waved down a taxi. "Ugh! No respect in this town. None at all." Finally a cab pulled up and offered a ride. The cab driver appeared to be too exhausted to see who his passenger was. The joker muttered an address to the driver and they were off.
"Please be advised The Joker has escaped from Arkham. His last known whereabouts were somewhere on Founders Island." blasted the radio within the cab. The cab driver's eyes lit up in response to the broadcast. The driver looked in the rear view mirror only to be stopped by a revolver to the cheek. The cold steel against his face filled the man with fear, but not as bad as the sight of who was holding the gun. The Joker's green eyes and pale white skin pierced into the Cab driver's soul.
"Alrighty listen up. You're gonna drive my friend and I here to the address I said. If we get there with no issues then I'll consider letting you live! HAHA"
"Okay. Okay. No problem Mr. Joker..."
A few minutes passed and the cab finally arrived at Joker's safe house. "Cab ride is on me Mr. Joker." muttered the driver. The Joker and Junior exited the cab. Joker told Junior to head for the door while he dealt with some business.
"Oh how kind of you! But at least allow me to tip you! HAHAHA The tip of my knife! HEHE HAHA"
As soon as the boy reached the door, he turned around and witnessed what the Joker was doing. He was violently stabbing the cab driver in the neck, laughing the whole time. The blood poured from the man's neck and on to Joker. Blood did not faze him; it only made the kill more thrilling.
The Joker finished the kill and approached the now terrified boy. He grabbed the boy's cheek with his blood-covered hands and gave it a tug. He smiled at the boy and proceeded to enter the safe house. Junior entered behind Joker, but was now an entirely different boy. The door swung closed and all you can hear inside was the faint sound of a child's laugh. A laugh that eerily resembled the Joker's own laugh.