'Ello, all! This is my first Dark Knight fic, and my first fic on my new account. So I guess you can say this is my first fic.
I didn't plan this story. It was the beginning of math today (of which I hate), and I said 'I'm going to write a story in this 80 minutes to help me get through the block'. And so I did, and this is the product. I couldn't stop writing it once I started, so half of the second chapter is written, and it's a lot longer than this. Haha, something good finally came out of math class! Anyway, I hope you all like it. And....I don't know where I'm going with it yet. I have a couple ideas.
And this is NOT a JokerOC with a Mary-Sue where they meet and immediately start like, making out in the corner. This is JokerOC in either a strained relationship at best, or not at all. So it's kind of (but not really, I don't know yet) a JokerOC. I just felt I should clear that up.
So have fun!
And I really feel no need for a disclaimer. But if I did have one, it would go here.
And here...we.....go!
"Grandma, we want to hear a story!" Claire cried, tugging on her grandmother's long wool shirt. The rambunctious eight year old had a thirst for tall tales and stories of the 'old days', before she was even thought of.
Her younger brother Riley plopped down on the floor in front of an old rocking chair, claiming his spot.
This is where the master wove tales of adventure and folklore.
The chair was old and wooden, with it charred in a few places. It was a faded blue, and the paint was chipping. But it was a place of magic all the same.
The grandmother smiled, accentuating the wrinkles that now inhabit what used to be a flawless face.
"How long until mommy comes to pick you up?" She asked.
"Three thirty," Claire proudly stated, "then we go to the zoo!"
The grandma gave a warm chuckle and slowly made her way to the rocking chair.
"That gives us just enough time."
She sat down in her chair, the only memory she has left from years ago. But then again, perhaps it's better not to remember.
"Which one are you going to tell us today?!" Claire asked excitedly. "Can we hear the one with Sleeping Beauty?"
Riley agreed with laughter.
"You've heard that one a thousand times." The old woman remarked.
"Hansel and Gretel!" Riley exclaimed.
"No," Claire dismissed, "I don't like that one. I don't like how the witch tricks the kids. It makes me sad." The young girl thought for a moment and suddenly said "Can you tell us a new story? I mean, one about a legend. Like the Joker."
The grandma's smile faded. Her face lost the warmth it had held but moments ago and grew dark and sullen. She tried to keep her tone light as she asked,
"Where did your young ears hear a thing like that?"
"They said something about a Joker man on the radio in the car today. Something about a search. Then mommy turned it off." Claire innocently replied, not understanding the look on her grandmother's face.
"You oughtn't worry yourself over that now. That's a story to save until you're older."
Riley intervened and stopped the moment by yelling "Rapunzel!"
Claire's face immediately lightened. "I love that one! The prince, oh my prince!" She acted out, throwing a hand to her forehead and tossing her shoulder length hair over in front of her. "Climb up my golden locks and save me from the evil witch!"
"My, my, my. You do know how to put on a show, Claire." The woman said. Claire and her brother were such joys. Children enjoying their youth are such a beautiful thing.
"Rapunzel it is, then."
So the master of the imaginary once again wove a tale of wonder, making the children jump in excitement and squeal in anticipation.
But soon the tale ended and the clock struck three thirty.
The doorbell rang.
"Time to collect your things, children. Mommy's here."
The woman slowly walked over to and opened the front door. A middle aged woman stood in the doorway.
"Mommy!" Riley cried, and tottered over to his mother.
Claire quickly pulled her grandmother aside and whispered, "Do you promise to tell me that story about the Joker man, grandma? When I'm older?"
"I promise, child." And that was the end of it. Grandma always kept her promises.
"Thanks for taking the kids, ma." Came a weary voice from the doorway. "I just get too busy sometimes."
"It's no trouble, Julia. They're angels."
Julia smiled in her thanks, collected her two precious children, and they were on their way.
I kind of just ended this chapter quickly, as it is laying the foundation for the rest of the story, most importantly the next chapter. Things will be longer, fuller, and just plain better.
Thanks for reading and I hope you like it! Review to show you care. ;)
