NOTE: This is just a test/preview of a Joker Origins story I am writing. Now this is just a quickly put together chapter to introduce some of the characters and a hint at the plotline. If people like it I will quickly finish the story:).
I do not own any characters or any names :).
Chapter 1 A Friendly Introduction
That particular night was a nice, cool night. The dew glistened on the grass as the silence of the night echoed through the seamlessly empty town. Through the maze of houses, one stood out more than all others. The house had a mahogany door and a blue finish. But what stood out most of all about the house was that the window was broken in. The moonlight lit up through the broken window illuminating the sight. In the view you could see a badly beaten man, probably in his forties, blood rushing from his nose and mouth. He sat there gasping for air.
"Pah-Please! I don't have much money, just take what you want and go!" The man finally gasped as blood ran down his chin.
Suddenly another figure appeared in the view. His back was turned, but from what could be seen he had a snow mask on and was dressed completely in black. He leaned forward, grasping the armrests on the chair the man was tied to.
"HA!" The assailant crowed. "I don't want your money… don't you get it? And I know you have more money than you let on....I know who you work forrrr." An evil laughter escaped his mouth, starting as a soft mummer and ending with a loud screech.
"What…how do you know? WHO ARE YOU!?" The bleeding man screamed.
The assailant tilted his head like a confused dog, grinning as he did. He stood up and started passing the room with his hand under his chin as if he was thinking about something.
"I said….who the FUCK are you!?" The man started to sound like a broken record.
The masked man bent down closing in on him. His face was about a foot away when he briskly torn off his ski mask.
The man's eyes grew, shock spread across his face. "No…" was all he could find himself saying.
The pleas coming from the man made the assailant excited. He just continued shrieking with laughter.
"No…No….No…No……Listen I'm sorry, it was a mistake! It was a long time ago! I've learned from my mistakes! I'm only human!" The man yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Thank God for that or it might take longer to kill yah!" The masked man swiftly put his hand in his pocket.
"No….No…No…PLEASE!"
"No…No…No," Mocked the perpetrator. He then jumped up and pulled out a blade, grinning as he stuck it up to the old man's throat. "Do you like luring people in with a false sense of security?"
The man just sat there and continued to sob.
"Let me ask you a question…" Said the masked figure.
"What?" The man groaned.
The evil man slowly licked his scarred lips, "…Why so serious!?"
Batman Origins: Joker
10 years earlier…
"W…..whhyyy………Hey……Jack……..Why so serious……JACK!" A girl's voice shrilled through the silence.
A young handsome blonde haired boy jumped awake, looking around at his untimely surroundings. His name was Jack, a 14 year old boy who was a freshman at his local high school. He seemed to have dozed off during his chemistry class, and the girl who sat in front of him was turned around facing him. Her name was Sarah. She was one of the prettiest, most popular girls in school…so why was she talking to Jack. In his high school Jack had been an outcast. He never talked, never could take a joke, and even treated everyone who tried to talk to him like they didn't exist. So why was this brunette goddess (that's what the jocks call her) talking to Jack. He sat there thinking maybe he was still asleep.
"Huh Jack? Why are you so serious all the time? You should really loosen up!" The girl smiled, she seemed like she had good intentions.
Jack brushed his hands through his shaggy hair, examining the teacher as to try to pick up where the rest of the class was at in the book. His eyes then traced back down to the brunette that was sitting directly in front of him. She patiently waited for an answer.
"Uh excuse me, what did you say to me?" Jack didn't mean to say anything, but it slipped out like word vomit.
The girl giggled. "You know I've tried to tell my friends that you are probably not as bad as you seem. I mean it's not like you're some kind of serial killer or something hehe."
Jack just stared directly into her eyes.
The girl's laugh turned into silence. "You…you aren't…are you?"
"Listen, I know you're trying to be nice and all, but I really don't need this. Really. I'm fine without friends." Jack then turned his head down and continued on his homework.
The girl sat there in utter confusion to the boys' outlook on life. Finally she broke the silence. "Well, initiations this week, you know for the freshmen, well they need another boy to initiate…"
Jack stopped dead in his tracks. "You've got to be joking…there's no way I'd ever do that!"
"Oh come on! It'll be fun, I'm getting initiated too, and it'll be a good way for you to make friends! It's a rite of passage you know, and then when you are a senior you can initiate a kid of your own!" She seemed a little too excited for initiation, which consisted mainly of throwing food at the girls and then eventually turns into a giant wet t-shirt contest.
Jack slammed his book shut, "I don't want friends okay! Just leave me alone."
The bell sounded through the hallways cueing Jack to quickly get up and leave. As he made his way past the desks he bumped past one of Sarah's friends named Morgan.
"Hey!" She grunted, "I swear there is something wrong with that kid!"
Little did anyone know, something was wrong, something was very wrong. Jack had many secrets in his past, and one was about to find its way out.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. The whole day Jack tried to avoid Sarah, hoping to not have a repeat confrontation. Before he knew it school was over and he headed home. Jack ran up the stairs of his middle class house, swung open the door and raced to his room, passing his mom who was slaving away in the kitchen.
"Hun, dinner will be ready pretty soon so go get washed up!" She yelled as he flew by.
"I'm not hungry!" replied Jack as he finally reached his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Why did she talk to me? Was this a setup? I'm not going to fall for it. Jacks mind raced with conclusions as to the real reason for the brunette's sudden interest in him. One thing he learned over the years was to never trust anyone, be it your closest friend. That's the bad part in society. If your best friend was offered a billion dollar check to stop hanging out with you, there's no doubt that he would take it. For his age Jack probably thought about life way more than he should.
He would often day dream of how his life would of turned out if what had happened to him never did. Would he still be playing baseball, would his best friend Xavier still be his friend, would he have a girlfriend by now. But he has learned that the past is the past, the history of yesterday cannot be rewritten.
Jacks mother, Sharon, opened the door to his bedroom. He jumped as he turned to face her.
"Hey hun, food's ready….sure you don't want anything?" She said in a concerned way.
"Yeah mom, I'm fine, honestly." Jack pushed his head into his pillow.
"Ok…well I love you." With that she closed the door.
Jack often thought that he should tell his mom about what had happened, what made her once happy and joyful son the way he is today, maybe then the endless sessions with the psychiatrist would stop. But he couldn't. He couldn't bare her heart break. This was his burden to bare, no one's else.
NOTE: Will Jack get initiated? Will he gain friends? And the biggest question of all, how did he get the multiple scars on his face? Also what happened in his past to make him the way he is? All will be answered in my story! I am really excited about this story and hope to finish it soon. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and reviews are welcomed!
