Break my mind.
People often wonder how they get to the point they are. Where did they start, why did they become what they did? All questions people wanted to answer, but non where ever able to.
But as a grinning mad man stood at the edge of the Gotham harbour staring out across the black water, giggling as he stumbled this way and that.
A red helmet lay on its side as he stumbled past it, the cape on his back he harshly removed with the helmet before he stumbled again.
As he used the nearby wall to lean against he cackled madly. It was a joke… life was a joke… why hadn't he seen it before?
He rubbed a gloved hand over his face, the chemicals that still clung to him stung his eyes and he quickly wiped them away.
He tried to walk once more before he fell again and came face to face with his reflection, a few drops of new rain obscured the picture when they hit the water, but that wasn't it, oh no… it was his face.
White skin, a pure red smile, yellow stained teeth and green hair that hung in front of his eyes.
He grinned at the sight. It was perfect, perfect for his new philosophy, of life being nothing more then a joke, one wonderful joke.
Like the world was giggling in a corner and bleeding.
Or words to that effect.
The rain beat harshly against his face, but he hardly cared, as it obscured his reflection he began to laugh even harder. Oh… this was… the funniest thing he had ever heard of, ever.
No one payed any attention to a giggling man near the river, if anything he may fall into the river and drown, so most ignored it.
As the rain poured over the Gotham, it seemed the madness spread out with it. Like anyone it touched became as mad as the man who sat near the river.
Or in one man's case, as he closed up his shop, pulling the hat down further, he was mad as a hatter or maybe he was madder?
It was hard to tell.
As he closed up shop, he walked on by, ignoring all the others that happened to be in the storm at the same time. A hulking figure passed the smaller man, the walk of the bigger slightly dragged his feet.
One big over coat was quite a tight fitting as he wandered past everyone, no shirt simply trousers.
His yellow eyes scanned the crowd around him. He'd past the little man ages ago, it was time to go home.
Sewer system of course.
He came over to the manhole cover, noting as one of the pest control workers was already there and lifting the lid, allowing the rats he had caught into the sewer system.
The smaller man looked up at the rather tall and crocodile like man as he stared down at him.
The rat like face of the other never even flinched as he slid the cover further out of the way and hoped down, shortly followed by the very big man.
The sound of heels clicking across the street was all anyone could hear above the rain, as a Doctor with fiery red hair quickly walked on through the streets.
The sights of street kids did nothing to bother her and the stares she got from men she was used to.
She hurried through the rain, not caring she was getting wet but more that she was late.
A stick like man bumped into her and she glared at him.
"Watch where you're going, bean pole!" she snarled.
The man returned her glare equally. "I would advise the same course of action, you harlot!" he snarled before he left her to her seething.
He didn't care, but then again he didn't care about as he approached the college he worked at, noticing how a young lady with raven hair was helping what the rest of college would class as a nerd.
She helped him through the corridors and he glared.
"Terry, I will lead the boy back to his dorm, you need to go back to yours now."
The girl obliged and left, as the man took the boy through the halls to his dorm.
"Thanks, Doctor," the boy muttered as he walked towards his dorm, the room was open with his room mate standing outside smoking.
"Lynn, inside now!" the man ordered as the nerd boy walked into the dorm first, shortly followed by the smoker and the door slammed shut.
Outside the rain still poured and the nerd with the huge glasses sat in his room watching at as it fell, the window open to allow the cold to sooth his swelling eye.
Outside there were posters of Harvey Dent all advertising for him to be voted as District Attorney of Gotham, most were voting for him.
Now the posters were peeling off and looked old.
One blew off and flew through the city streets, before it finally landed on the window of one Kirk Langstrom who looked at it, before it flew off again, flying through the streets up not the air past the window of Gothcorp as another Doctor stood in front of his frozen and dying wife, vowing to safe her.
The poster continued it's flight through the air passing past the Elliot Memorial Hospital, before it finally landed on the floor next a boy who was suddenly running. The freckles on his face were bright against his pale face, dark brown hair blowing against his face.
The kid hardly noticed the shouts behind as he ran, the occasional moth would bump into his face before he ran past an alley with a woman standing in it.
Hundreds of cats walked around her, drinking the milk she had currently left for them as she watched the chase from the alley.
She caught a glimpse of the new Arkham Asylum that would be opening soon, printed on the paper as well as the list of Doctors that would be joining it.
Doctor Harleen Quinzel and Professor Hugo Strange were the only names she saw before the paper flew off through the streets, flying up into the air.
It past a huge poster of the new film, 'The Terror' coming out before it flew past the Iceberg Lounge, passing the face of the man who owed it.
The lights from the signs illuminated his bird like features, before the paper blocked the light and flew back down the streets.
It was passing the high society part of Gotham, the well todo part of Gotham.
It flew past a man wearing a shark like grin before continued it's path past the Sionis Steel Mill.
Eventually the paper found it's final resting pace as a man bent down and picked it up.
The chemicals on his skin causing some of words to run, but one thing stood out to the man who laughs.
"Arkham Asylum," the man whispered as he stared down at it, a black shadow passed over head and he saw the brife flutter of a cape over the side of the wall.
The grinning man began to laugh harder before he flipped the battered paper to page of Arkham. "Now that's funny!" he cackled just as a peel of thunder rose through the air.
There was a storm coming, it had been brewing for a very long time, signifying that yes the mob maybe over but the worst was yet to come.
The mob would simply be a light drizzle compared to the raging storm that was soon approaching Gotham.
The worst of it was no one knew it was coming, but the rain had already hit those around it and passed on the very essence of the man who was still laughing as he walked through the streets reading the article.
As he laughed, the laugh echoed around the streets, it echoed around the alley ways and very soon, that laugh would be echoing in people's minds forever.
T.B.C:
Note: So the Prolog for this new story I am working on :) I hope you guys like this and yes, other stories will still be continued :) This is my own take on the origins of the rogues, as well as the heroes too. :) So yep, enjoy! :D