A Stormy Night.
Chapter 1: We've got a Joker over here!
Jack Napier was not like the other children as a child, he faced a very isolated, lonely and torturous up-bringing. Jack hated his father, his father was a neglectful, soulless and a merciless person; his father saw no bounds to the path of destruction that he had brought upon, what was back then a very quiet and fragile young boy, Jack. The present day man, now named Joker, still remembered his blurry flashbacks of his countless beatings his father dealt to him.
Although this time for reminiscing brought a smile to his chalk white face. He remembered the fear in his father's eyes as he held the cold end of the barrel to his father's temple. The tears swelled in his father's eyes as he begged for Jack to stop, but Jack was past that, he was sick of the abuse, it did not hurt, no his body was used to it, but something in his head snapped. Something told him to shoot, something told him that he had no other choice, and with his smile spread across his face, Jack's finger pressed on the trigger and the sound of the air fizzing sounded a change in his life. He used to think that his life was one big joke, although he soon came to realise the funny side to his actions *As I said, Jack really hated his father.* After the 'death' of his father, Jack abandoned his life as a shy and misunderstood child and ended up in Gotham City as a bottom-feeder type of thug, who wanted to work his way up in the food chain.
Soon enough Jack had himself in the middle of the Ace Chemicals factory, with no back up; he knew all to well about the 'Rodent' flying around Gotham City and he wanted to call him out. Jack looked through the various parts of rusted machinery that was in his path, there were a number of drums filled with the aluminous green toxic wastage, Jack's head peered into one of the drums, the green glow radiated around him like a warm breeze, he spotted a crowbar beside the drum and dunked it into the waste; instantly the part that was in the liquid started to change its state and in a matter of seconds it had dissolved completely. Suddenly, Jack felt a fist connect with his left temple; it was the Bat. Jack fell to the ground and tried to face the assaulter but the Bat had him by his purple blazer collar and pulled him up.
Jack coughed in his face and laughed; ''I was starting to get worried if you would even show up!''
Batman growled ''Why are you here Napier?'' He threw his right fist straight into Jack's cheekbone.
Jack spat out several teeth and possibly even a lung. ''Come on Bats, show a stranger some manners.'' He grinned, still laughing.
''Don't play games with me Jack.'' Batman held Jack by his hair and pushed his head towards the drum of wastage.
A few beads of sweat rolled down Jack's forehead, onto his nose and dropped into the drum of waste and fizzed. The smell made the hairs on the back of Jack's neck stand up, he shivered violently as he spoke. ''Go on do it then!'' he toyed. ''Show me how dangerous you really are! Do it!'' Jack laughed at the masked hero and spat blood into the drum.
Batman slammed Jack's head off the rim of the metal drum, splitting the top half of his forehead, the crimson red dripped onto his purple suit.
''Damn, I really liked this suit.'' He tutted.
Jack turned round and spotted the half-eroded crowbar lying at his knees; he picked the crowbar up silently, turned and swung for the Bat.
''This is just like hitting a Piñata!'' Jack laughed. He swung once more, aiming for the Bat's skull but was met with disappointment as the Bat caught the crowbar in his hand.
Batman lifted him by his blazer and threw him into the railings, denting it on impact. Jack got up, lifted his fists up and started to shout. ''Common Bats!'' His lips were tainted crimson but even then the blood ran like water down his face. Jack danced around the Bat, throwing a series of punches his way which were ineffective.
''Enough is enough Napier!'' Batman grabbed Jack's head and on one swift movement crashed his head into Napier's skull. The force of the head-but threw Jack Napier over the dented railings, falling into a pit of that vile aluminous green wastage. A harsh fit of laughter echoed as Jack was engulfed in the waste.
A few nights later the pit of chemicals started to boil and change state as one engineer; Mr. Edward Nashton tried to fix the events of the past few nights. While he was walking away, Edward felt like he was being watched and for one who goes with his instinct, he turned around to see one purple trouser leg soaked in that green chemical sliding away from the metal casing. Edward rubbed his tired eyes.
''Hmph.'' Edward sighed. ''It must be getting late.''
''Hehehe….hahaha!'' The laughed echoed throughout the building until there was the sound of a closing door.