A/N : It's been awhile since I've posted a fanfiction here, but I am still highly active on the site (and creating fanfiction of my own). For some time now, I've been a little discouraged against making my literature dribbles public, but it's been gnawing at the back of my subconscious, and I just simply must post my prolouge.
Alright, so this is what happens when an author like me, falls in love with a movie like The Dark Knight. I have never really been a Batman fan myself ( I was raised a Marvel girl) but after watching and re-watching both of Nolan's Batman movies, it made me remember how I used to watch the old Batman animated cartoons as a child. So like I said, I'm relativity new to the Batman universe, so please be as gentle as possible with criticizing on my 'Batman-esqu' writing. I must warn you all though, that it might be awhile before I post a follow-up chapter, or the rest of this story, for I am still working on it, and going through the kinks. I'm having a bit of trouble with getting into chracter though, so if there are any willing authors out there that have had some experience with writing Batman fanfiction, I would be most apprecietive if you could help me out, and read over my future chapters.
Okay, as if my mindless babble wasn't enough to drive you all away, if you please, you may begin reading the prologue to Tragic Events ( a dark knight fanfic)
"Those who were not afraid of hard work and manual labor were always rewarded beyond their wildest dreams... "
Pssh yah, I bet that's the same joker who came up with those stories of fairy Godmothers and true love huh? Well here in the real world, things like true love and happy endings don't always go according to plan, unless of coarse you have the money and power to pay for it. That's what this all comes down to, wealth, power, and corruption. It's funny how those three always manage to coincide together.
As long as you have the social statues and fortune others may fantasize about, you have a chance at making all of your dreams come true. But when you're a normal citizen of Gotham city, your nothing more then a handy doormat. Ironic thing is, it's the poor, needy and average Joes, that keep multi billion dollar corporation afloat. It's a sad truth really, you could be a single mom, working two dead-end jobs to help support three children, but never get the recognition for doing a good days work. And then you could be a spoiled little heiress who gets hundreds of dollars in allowance money for doing absolutely nothing.
Take for example Monica Spencer and her family. Ever since Monica's mother and father were 14, they had been working. Either it be working on an education, working for money, or just simply working for respect. And the fact that Monica's mother, Helen, was 17 and pregnant, did not make the situation any much easier. Although Paul, Monica's father was around 19 years old, he had taken on the responsibilities of a 25 year old without any complaints.
Never bothering to go to college, Paul went straight into the working industry, snagging himself a position as an assembly-line worker in a Steel Factory. The work was very difficult, and at the time the pay was not nearly enough to cover the cost of Helen and Paul's newly acquired apartment. But somehow the young couple never gave up, and brought into the world a bright-eyed and intelligent child. Although Paul and Helen could never present their daughter with expensive toys and extravagant clothing, they taught her the morals and values every child should learn to appreciate. And as the years went by Monica grew into the ever so popular phrased "diamond in the rough".
Now, don't get confused by that analogy, Monica was no prettier then any other teenage girl in Gotham. In fact, she didn't nearly come close to the breath-taking beauties that frequently presided in her home city. She wasn't gorgeous but she wasn't hideous either. Average, yes average is the word, a regular girl-next-door type. She would get a pimple or two every month, she wasn't tall, or was she overly short, her weight too was average, she didn't have the time nor money to work out, nor was she about to jog around her neighborhood, let's face it if you're a short, young teenage girl with no means of self defense, you don't go running around the bad part of Gotham to just stay in shape, your either crazy or just looking for a fight.
Her hair, long, curly, and cheaply dyed would tangle easily and was to much hassle for it's worth, but as many had said before her, Monica believed a women's hair was her pride and glory, so she refused to cut it off. She was smart, witty, genuine, excepting and gentle. Ever since Monica was a young child, she had always been taken advantage of for her overly friendly and giving nature. In her early years of JR High, Monica's school counselor believed her to have a Self-Defeating Personality disorder, and to seek professional help if possible, but that was out of the question. In other words, Monica was known to her teachers and friends for getting herself into situations that would only lead to pain, embarrassment, and shame.
No matter how hard her friends and teachers urged her to stop this unnecessary quest for approval, Monica would still persistently seek out the most humiliating and in gratifying acts she could think of.
But as this stage slowly ebbed away, Monica could finally call herself normal, and only seeking her's and her parent's approval. As the years passed and Monica began to mature and grow more and more independent from her parents, her demeanor had slightly changed as well. She was still tranquil and excepting, but she was growing less and less tolerant of the greedy and power-hungry citizens around her. She understood that ever since the death of Dr. Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha, that thirst for power everyone's been seeking, seemed to finally settle in the hands of Carmine Falcone, a well known Mob chairmen that frequented The Narrows of Gotham City.
But the death of the two Billionaires' happened a decade or so before Monica was even born. And although it was a tragic event, it upset Monica more then it ought to. When they died, it also seemed to extinguish whatever hope many of Gotham's citizen's still held to. And that hope, in some cases was what many of them clung to for guidance, happiness, and whatever chance they might have for a brighter, more peaceful future. But after many years of turmoil and fear, a nameless face appeared on the scene, going by the title The Bat-Man.
This masked menace/savior revealed that after a number of mysterious and startling events, the once revered Jonathan Crane had been working alongside Falcone and a strange man named Ra's Al Ghul, who had somehow assisted in the mass hallucinations many Gotham citizens were experiencing. All of which had lead up to the hordes of escaped Arkham patients, including the well known anarchist, who's name we need not mention at the moment.
And just when many Gotham citizen's started to think that all hope was lost for a brighter Gotham City, in stepped a man named Harvey Dent. He was a real All-American boy, striving to clean up the mess his beloved city was in. Eventually after many cases and presidings, the persistent DA finally apprehended case loads upon case loads of mob members, all pleading innocent of coarse. It was a start, and the very noble and brave Dent took on all of the corruption in Gotham City, knowing damn well that all of it's rage and vengeance would be targeted at him. And as if Harvey didn't already have enough enemies at that time, during a press conference he revealed to the public that he had been behind the mask and cape of The Bat-Man all along, signing himself a one-way ticket to County.
But of coarse let's not forget the Lord of Chaos, the bearer of calamity and destruction, the well known Clown Prince of Gotham. He had been reeking havoc in Gotham City before Harvey Dent even begun to advocate for a safer existence. Only since recent events had the Joker's true colors shown through. He had started out with small crimes such as robbing banks or performing some minor terrorist acts, but no one would have predicted the terrorism that followed his last bank heist. Going from robbing Mob-owned banks to blowing up entire Hospitals, the Joker had carved his own notch in the crime ladder of Gotham City.
Although the Joker had been locked away in a padded cell, somehow he had never been completely eradicated from the minds of many tormented citizens. It's funny how a simple thing like misfortune and chaos can turn the most powerful (richest) of men into drooling, sobbing children. After the tragic death of Harvey Dent, and many police officers, Gotham seemed to consistently spiral downward, falling into a deep bout of depression and fear. Crime of coarse never ceased in it's relentlessness. In the earlier months of Gotham, they at least had a faceless hero stoppering it momentarily ,but now that hero had taken the Joker's place as Gotham's most wanted criminal.
This ultimately forced loads of Gotham's wealth to remove themselves from the city completely. The Bat-Man had been accused of killing five people, including Gotham's White Knight (Harvey Dent), and almost instantly Commissioner James Gordon's secret alliance with the masked vigilante was extinguished. Like always, rumors began to circulate that Harvey had gone brain sick, and had been the cause of what The Bat-Man was incriminated for. Of coarse not many citizens would repeat their true opinions out loud, so the dispersal of these rumors was left up to the mudslingers of Gotham, leading to many different theories. All in all, Gotham was still the same as before, only less mobsters and more frantic and terrified citizens.
The months rolled by, blowing along with them the crumbled and decaying tabloids and newspapers that littered the dirty streets of Gotham. Newer criminals came and went, all of them lackluster compared to earlier stated offenders. The days finally grew grayer and dimer, but surprisingly all to do with the seasons. It was early December in Gotham City, and the streets once aglow with the hustle of life and lights, slowly altered to a slow, frigid cold that settled itself in delicate white sheets above and below. Although the city was going through tough times that made most want to curl into a protective cocoon, there was nothing like the thought of a festive season to lighten up an atmosphere, no matter how dismal.
Ever since the end of Thanksgiving, the citizens had respectfully busied themselves with shopping and decorations. Soon enough the many street lights and neighboring businesses where awaiting the arrive of the Holidays' eve, fashioning wreaths, Christmas lights, Pine Trees and ribbons.
And for the first time, Monica felt lighter and more radiant then she had in almost a year. She was a Freshman at College, and just beginning to enjoy an early Holiday break from the books and grind. But tragic events would begin to take place, eventually altering the mood and sanity of this thriving young women...
A/N : Well I hope youall enjoyed that, and luckily, you'll stick around for chapter 1 to come out. I would very much appreciete reviews and critisizem, so don't be afraid to drop me a line.
Thank you some much, and don't forget to have a batty day