I was flicking the tv channels when I got to the news. The news reporter said that they recieved a homemade video from the Joker. I was going to change the channel when I heard my birth name mentioned in the video. "Hello citizens of Gotham. I am looking for my son Jason. He looks a little bit older than this." The Joker held a picture that looks like me when I was about three months old.
"I want him back home with me. If I don't find him, then the mayor will be murdered, painfully." he pointed the camera to the poor mayor all tied up with a gag in his mouth. Immediately I turned the tv off. I couldn't bear to see any more of it.
I was shocked by the video the Joker made. I'm living with my grandparents since my mother died when I was a toddler. My grandparents (Grandpa Pete and Grandma Rose) got my hair dyed from dark blond to black, got contacts for eye color changes. I guess that they were protecting me from the Joker. Even though I was abused while my mom was still alive. She used to buy mostly cigars, beer, and steriods. about once a week she'd buy about two days worth of food supply. Whenever she got drunk, she would find me, grab me, tie me up, then take me to her bedroom and do her "necessisities" for hours. I tried to stay away from her as fast as I could and stay hidden until she is back to her normal self. But she would find me very easily.
But, when she's mad, she would do far more painful punishments that any normal parent would never do. She would cut a deep wound in me then burn it. That is probably the worst thing she could do. But the list goes on and on.
When she was on her deathbed, she told me what she never told me before. She told me that my genetic father was actually the Joker. I was too much in shock to last words were "I know that you can be strong enough to do anything, I'm sorry for all those times I hurted you. I love you Jason..." I sat by her side, crying while her last words flowed within my skull.
That happened ten years ago. Now, I'm fifteen years old in my bedroom staring out a window. I was thinking about leaving somewhere far from Gotham for safety, but I couldn't leave my grandparents alone. But, I'll have time for that later since I have to go to school. "Jason! You're gonna be late for school!" Grandpa Pete yelled. I grabbed my backpack and ran downstairs grabbed my lunch then left for school. Ofcourse I could wait for the bus, but since I'm close to Gotham high, I can walk. I also wanted to walk with my friend, Maricarla. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. She was always there for me whenever I needed someone to talk to. Also, she's the only person who knew that I was the Joker's son.
"Hey Jason! Wait up!" She yelled, she was sprinting towards me."Morning Maricarla." I said I stood at the corner just 10 feet away from the school grounds. We talked about the English project that's due next Thursday, and somehow we were talking about the news that started this morning. When we got into the building, we went our oppisite ways. I just headed straight for English class.
By the time I got to first period English, and saying the national anthem, the principle told us that everyone must go outside in the soccerfield immediatly. I knew something was up because the principle usually makes us go to the auditorium for anything.
"I bet the gym teacher wants us to run laps this early" Maricarla said. "I don't know, if he did, he would've told us during the announcement." I said. Maricarla just shrugged and kept on walking. By the time we got to the field, I saw my worst nightmare, the Joker. Everybody screamed and tried to run back inside, but his henchmen blocked the entrance. "I am going to do this very quickly, any of you boys , uh, lives or lived with their mommies, come up front."
I mindlessly walked towards the Joker with a couple other guys right behind me. "Guess what!" the Joker said excitedly, " I'm going to take you boys with me! And I'm going to torture you boys until one of you tells me that you're my real son." I knew I could'nt stand two guys other than me being tortured by the Joker.
"IM YOUR SON!" I yelled. Everyone gasped, even the Joker looked surprised himself. "Hah! You don't even look like me." "Oh yeah? Do you have some water?" He sighed then got one of his henchmen to get me some water. When they did, I poured water over my head and tried to get as much hair dye out as I could. Then I took out my contacts."Well well well. Looks like that, uh, you are my son after all." He took out a knife and walked towards me while pointing it at me."Let's make a little deal. You do whatever I say, and I won't kill all of your loved ones eh?" I looked back at Maricarla, she looked so terrified. Her skin was paler than before. "Fine. I'll do it." I said. "Splendid! Let's go back home Jason!"
The whole ride "home" was silent. I sat in the back of the white van looking out a window while the Joker talks to his minions about some kind of plan. I didn't really care anyways,as long as it didn't involve me. All I know is that I'm not going to live a long and "happy" life with the Joker. That is if I disobey him.
