Alright! I finally have it up. This is the new Wonderland story. I was feeling super bored with the old one despite all its exciting plot and messed up characters. I felt it was missing something so I went back to the drawing board and decided to change many things. Fist off I'm going to start with Joker's origin. Yes, I know many have done one and stuff, but I always had a theory of my own, actually I had many theories, but this was amongst the top ones. I mean you have to get creative when it comes with the Joker, how could you not? But anyways this is my theory of Joker's origin, so enjoy and tell me what you think.
The weather had been amazing that day; the day Jack stepped past those black gates, the birds were singing, the sky was clear and blue and the sun was shining bright in the sky. It showed so much promise and hope; it was like a new chapter for him in his gloomy life.
Yes, that was the day that would lead to his new life. That day was the day that made everything possible.
Jack was nobody before appearing in front of that house, no name, no face, no future, nothing.
He was a delinquent at most destined for life filled with small time gigs like drug dealing or an errand boy for the mob, but that was before he stepped into the premises of the Forsberg's. He didn't see it yet, but that place was going to make him the man he was today.
He's mother had drop dead from exhaust, but that didn't surprise Jack much. His mother was working 5 jobs to keep a roof over their heads and food in their mouths. She was only in her early 30's, but life was cruel to her.
She had given birth to Jack at 22, he had been a mistake she often told him when she was drunk. She despised him, whenever she looked at him there was a glint of hatred that caught his eyes.
She often came to his room in the middle of night, after she had gotten home from the bar, drunk and angry, cursing at him and telling him it was his fault his father left. Jack never knew much about his father, except that he was rich and Jack's mother had been his mistress.
Occasionally, if Jack caught his mother in a good mood when she was drunk she would tell him how they had met and the adventure they had before Jake's arrival.
It was only in these moments that she would look at him with love in her eyes, but she wasn't really looking at him. Jack knew better than to believe that, what his mother saw in those moments were not Jack but Jack's father.
It was a pain dealing with his mother, but he still loved her for all the things she did for him. When Jack was 7 he began to notice that her mood had changed. She was less violent and had stopped drinking, it wasn't until his 8th birthday before he found out why.
Coming home from school one day he found a man sitting in the living room of their small apartment. He had greasy brown hair on top of his ugly head and had black beady eyes that looked like a dead fish's. He wore a cheap suit on his fat body and the cologne he had on him reeked like sewage. Whenever he spoke Jack noticed the silver crowns in his mouth shining back at him.
The pieces didn't take long for him to connect. His mother had found another man, a useless stupid man. His name was Joe Bisunto, he had met his mother at the bar and they had been a couple for a year and a half. They were even engage for 6 month before Jack found out about him.
It wasn't a big shock for Jack when Joe moved in and it didn't bother Jack when they got married without his knowledge, but it did piss him off when he found out Joe had other women over while his mother was working.
The older he got the more it pissed him off, but what took the icing was that his mother knew about the affairs and didn't do crap. He had been late coming home from school one raining day when his bus driver had been changed to someone new, it took longer to get home than usual and when he did arrive his mother was outside the apartment. Just standing there in the raining cold outside the door.
The noise coming from inside the apartment and the red footprint bruise on the side of his mother's face told him all he needed to hear. The pig had one of his women over and had kicked his mother out the door when she came home early that day.
He couldn't understand how his mother could sleep in the same room where the pig fucked other women. Things didn't stop there though, eventually Jack began to notice the bruises and at night he would wake up to the sound of him beating her.
She would weep and cry out in pain as he beat her with his fist or other object lying around. They didn't stop until he was tired out from abusing her and passed out on the bed, his mother usually passed out by that time.
He didn't come home after things became like that. He always slept in the park when he didn't feel like going home or hung out in the library after school.
The only time he was home was briefly to get food and clean himself up. His mother and step father didn't notice his absence, but if they did they didn't care to point it out.
Somewhere around February Jack came home to pick up some new cloths and found his mother in the living room holding a bundle of cloths. It hadn't caught his attention until he noticed a small hand pop out to hold one of his mom's fingers.
She had waved him over, telling him her name was Juliana. His mother had given her to him to hold. Looking down on object in his arms he saw green eyes looking up at him. She had inherited their mother's green eyes and sadly Joe's brown hair.
Jack felt like he could crush the small girl in his hands and he was so surprised a human being could be so small. He felt scared to drop her suddenly and tensed up with his hold. His mother had let a high pitch laugh escape her mouth, something Jack hadn't heard in a while.
The gently touch and care she gave to the bundle of cloth gave Jack a new perspective on her, but it was short lived, like many things in Jack's life.
Old habits came to haunt his mother, her drinking was worst and Joe was more violent. Jack wanted to run away from home again, but how could he?
How could he run and leave his sister with those two selfish adults?
She may have only been his half-sister, but she was still his sister. It was up to him to take care of her; it was his duty to at least give her the care that he never got.
He stopped going to school after a while, he couldn't leave Juliana with his workaholic depress mother and her asshole pimp dad. The school didn't care and neither did his mother, but she probably didn't notice.
He raised her and cared for her, he feed and changed her, and he loved and cherished her. She was never enrolled into school but Jack taught her the best he could, which wasn't much.
At 3 years old she was happy to be with him, they were never home, but they were happy. Jack often took her to the library, but eventually she began to beg him to take her there.
At night he made sure she wouldn't be able to hear Joe and his mother, she was a heavy sleeper, and in the morning they would have breakfast and left the house. Things went like this for a very long time until one night when they returned home to find the block filled with red and blue lights.
The scene was unrealistic, it seemed right out of those crime shows: the bullet holes that lodged their self into the thin drywall the apartment, the white outline of a dead body, the dried blood on the cement and walls, the empty bullet shells, and the cops that were questioning them nonstop.
Jack had shield Jill's eyes from the scene, she was only 4, an age too tender for such a scenario.
When their mother arrived at the scene she was struck cold and pale, Jack couldn't help but pity her. She was screaming and yelling, kicking and cursing, crying and silent. She eventually fainted from the stress.
Sitting inside a police car while everything played by Jack had overheard that Joe had been setting up a debt with the wrong crowd and had been paid a visit. Apparently he was well over 30,000 dollars in debt from gambling, it was fuel to the flames Jack had for Joe.
He had not only caused pain for the family, but now he had left them with a huge debt with the mafia. Child services took over while their mother was in the hospital, for three days they were relentless with the questions.
Jack gave them nothing and when the three days were up their mother came to gather them at dawn. The ride home on the subway was silent, their mother looking tired and depress.
Upon arrival at home their mother immediately left for work and they were left in the house, which was finally silent now that Joe was gone. They didn't see their mother after that day, yes, there was the sound of the door opening and closing but aside from that Jack never saw her.
They spent the first few days inside their house, but Jack couldn't bare the sight of Joe's blood spatter on the ceiling and the bullet holes in the walls, so he took Jill with him outside again.
The cold air of the Narrow's helped him forget about the dark parts of his life sometimes. Juliana didn't seem to care, she played by herself in the park as Jack sat on the bench, watching like always. She was happiest at these times and Jack was the least worried during those moments.
The mail seemed to pile up every day when they came home and the light and heat would often turn off as time went by. Jack came to adjust in the dark and cuddled up with Juliana under the blankets when it happened. However, it began to become noticeable as the food supply in the fridge and cabinets dwindle down quickly.
It was around her fifth birthday when there came a knock on their door. January had just passed and Jack was almost 12 when they came to deliver the news to them. Their mother had died suddenly without a notice 2 weeks ago.
They were told to pack their belongings, the orphanage had been called and child services would be ready to pick them up. The debt collectors came and took everything that was of worth.
When their ride came to pick them up, all that Jack had in their suitcase was a few set of cloths for him and Juliana and a few photo albums, Jill had packed those.
They arrived at Sunny Side Hill, the gravel driveway had many potholes that shook Jack and Jill awake upon their destination. Stepping outside the car they were welcomed by an elderly woman with gray hair in a bun, she wore a thick black coat that had seen too many winters and a yellowish white apron underneath.
Looking behind her Jack saw the run down brick building, there was a chimney that was choking out smoke into the air, a few dusty windows, a blue chipped door that had seen better days and a few dying thorn bush decorating its exterior.
The sidewalk leading to the front steps were cracked and the air around the place reeked of despair, a place where children go to have their dreams die was what Jack thought. The interior design of the house interested Jack little, he had already known that it was somehow similar to the exterior.
Following their guides the adults left them outside in the hallways as they entered a room. They sat idling, waiting and eventually leaving to explore. The building bigger than their apartment, but quiet small despite its rumor to hold 30 kids.
Jill ran down the long hallways, excited and ignorant of the situation. She hadn't yet realized that this would become her new prison. Her long messy brown hair followed her as she ran carelessly through the halls and Jack followed slowly, his longer legs catching up to her quickly.
The walls were a grim yellow, not of paint, but rather from food and years of wear. There would be a few pictures here and there on it, but all of them were just stupid pictures of happy looking children or animals that did not exist in area.
Along the hallway were a few tables that housed dying plants and even a godfather clock, though it looked like the battery had run out long ago, its hands remained stuck in time.
Eventually they stumbled into a loud room, the noises bouncing off the walls and unbearable to Jack's ears. Jill took refuge behind him as a few eyes wandered over to them. The room settling into a silence as the others took notice of them.
Jack just stood there, looking right back at them. All their eyes looked dead to Jack, they all held that dead fish look in their eyes; the same eyes that the adults had when they realized the reality of their life.
The staring contest didn't last long before the social workers they arrived with came to take them. A few more words of farewell between the adults and they left.
Jack had thought that was the last time he would see them. He had yet to know of the plans they had set for him. He had yet to realize that his stay at Sunny Side Hill was short and that the day with Juliana was limited.
Jack didn't know that on his 12th birthday he would be leaving Sunny Side Hill and Jill and would be walking right into the black gates of hell.