Why So Serious?
A Batman Begins/Dark Knight fanfic
Rating: M, for safety's sake.
Pairings: Bruce/Joker, Harvey/Rachel
Warnings: AU, Slash, Language (Mostly mine), Hetero, Violence, High School Humor, Murder, Bullying, and Brucie!Bruce.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bruce Wayne, the Joker, Batman, or anything else related. They belong, I believe, to DC comics and Bob Kane. I never will own anything like Batman.
A/N: Hey, everyone, anyone? It's Kureno Sohma, for some reason I'm writing my first "serious" fic. I was inspired by listening to the New World Symphony and Carnival of the Animals. Perfect for this story, depressing and cheerful. If anybody else likes "Fossils" tell me. I'd love to discuss classical music, my friends don't really enjoy it, even though they play orchestra instuments and I'm only a singer. Anyhow, I based most of character looks and personalities off of the movies because I haven't read the comics, yet. But I have seen the Dark Knight 2 times in 3 days. Thanks for reading "Why So Serious"
Why So Serious?
"I'm only laughing on the outside, my smile is just skin deep, if you could see inside, I'm really crying, you might join me for a weep." --The Joker --from Batman (Movie)
3rd Person Omniscient
The late bell of Gotham High rang as a single student painfully made his way towards his first class of the year. His name was Jack Oker, but most of his schoolmates called him "The Joker." It wasn't because they found him particularly funny or amusing, it was only because in the Gotham Elementary yearbook, his name was written "J. Oker." Bruce Wayne, an older student, pointed it out, and got people to call Jack that for a short time in 2nd grade.
However, the name didn't stick until 4th grade, when Jack showed up with heavy bandages that later revealed a gruesome smile, viciously cut into his face. When asked by horrified teachers and classmates as to what had happened, he merely said,
"They asked me why I was so serious. I guess I didn't give the right answer." With this reply, that didn't really answer the question, the nickname, "Joker", returned and he was shunned by all his fellow students. Cause and effect, no friends equaled a clinically depressed teen with a twisted sense of humor. A social outcast equaled an abundance of bullying. Bullying equals the reason why Jack was limping to Mr. Fox's class this morning.
School had only just begun and he was already almost down for the count. He gritted his teeth and slowly opened the door, sliding in silently.
Bruce's POV
I tapped my pen against my notebook absent-mindedly. Mr. Fox was giving the same lecture I've heard for the past three years in his Tech Ed. class. "Safety glasses at all times, blah blah, restricted internet access, blah blah blah, Mr. Oker, so kind of you to join us at last." Wait, that last part was new. Raising my gaze from my paper, I saw the last person I'd expected to see. The Joker? This is the Junior's Tech class, why is a Sophomore here?
I studied him closely, for lack of anything better to do. Wow, he's nearly as skinny as Anna Ramirez, class slut, and those bags under his eyes, is this guy ill or something? Sighing, I leant back in my chair, and resumed my pen-tapping. Moving on, I'm sure you all want to know about me.
My name is Bruce Wayne, heir to Wayne Enterprises. I'm a 3rd year student at Gotham High, a 4.0 student actually. After school, I drive my Lamborghini to DC Studios, where I star in the TV show, "Batman". It's broadcast nation-wide, so I have fan-girls, and boys, worshipping me everywhere I go. In the show, I'm a teen superhero, battling evil teachers by day and insane villians by night. In fact, tonight I'm supposed to meet Jim Gordon, the director, to discuss the possibility of a recurring supervillian. I think it's ridiculous, Batman obviously kills all of his enemies by the time the episode is over. If he let one escape, he'd fail and might lose some popularity. Oh well, Jim always listens to me, he has to. Oops, bad Brucie, pay attention to Lucius, he helps Jim design new armor and weapons for Batman to use.
As I start focusing, I notice the Joker is glaring at me from the front of the room. And all the other students are glaring at the Joker. What did I miss? Think back, Brucie, think back. I can kind of remember Mr. Fox saying,
"Mr. Oker, I can see you've injured your foot, were you at the nurse's office?"
The Joker gave a sullen shake of his head. "Then I've got no choice but to mark you tardy. I was hoping you'd be a bit more responsible, seeing as we had to make some very special arrangments to get you into this class. Please keep pushing yourself to succeed, and pass my expectations. We have assigned seats for this semester, you are next to Mr. Wayne. Take your spot, if you would, Mr. Oker."
Oh. So that's why everyone is mad, they all want to sit with me. But, then why is the Joker angry? Why wouldn't he want to be my table mate? Oh well, I don't really care what a little underclassmen thinks. I started to hum my theme song under my breath.
"Nananananananana, nananananananana, Batman"
A/N: So that end chapter one, don't say I didn't warn you about Brucie. I loved writing him, I started an just couldn't stop. I modeled Mr. Fox's Tech Ed. class after my own. Feel free to offer suggestions and request. Wow, it's 3 am now. yay. I have work tomorrow. FUCK. Please Review, so I can continue to please my public. -Gives a bow-
