The Emcee: So I'm really excited about the Dark Knight movie coming out in July so I decided to write a story. Yes, I know, I'm a dork. So sue me. I own nothing but the stories in my head.
The Killing Joke - Prologue
1:21 am. Weather: raining with the possibility of homicide later in the week. Staring out the window, it's as black as ebony outside. One can hardly even see down the dark alley way of this old, decrepit building. Must've been a warehouse or something of that nature, but now it's abandoned. Therefore, it is the perfect place to hide out. Who'd really want to sneak around a drug infested neighborhood, specifically a warehouse? No one, not even a drug dealer, that's for damn sure. At least the roof is in alright condition. A few wet spots here and there but stable enough to live under…for the time being.
Restless, I get up from my position on the window sill that over looks before mentioned dark alley way. I need to stretch my legs. I decided to give Gotham the day off. Not to be nice; being nice is just…strange. But she needed help; something for school. Speaking of her….
Walking over to the make shift bed constructed of a mattress and various blankets, pillows, and other articles, I sit down. She's asleep; as she should be since she has "school" tomorrow. My darling, baby girl Alyssa. The name suits her, after all it was her mother's middle name. Shocking, isn't it? That I, the Joker, could possibly have a child. More shocking is that I'm taking care of her.
I suppose it is out of love, although I've forgotten how that feels. Maybe part of it is out of guilt. How was I supposed to know that Alice had gone into premature labor when I was out breaking into the chemical plant(1)? How was I supposed to know that Alice would die in child birth?
I know by now that blaming myself hasn't and isn't going to help, but one can't stop and think of the "what if"s. So many feelings…accompanied by the memories… Perhaps that is a weakness of mine, although I couldn't say for sure since I have so little of them. Cocky, yes, but that's me. It's a part of my nature, my very strange nature.
I get up and walk over to the broken window just about five feet from Alyssa. Looking at the clock, I see that it's not 1:59 am. How time flies when you bring up your past; if only that were a joke.
(1): For those of you that don't know/remember, the Joker used to be an engineer working at a chemical plant. He quit for be a comedian, failed, and when he went to break into the plant were he worked, he was informed that his wife and unborn child had died in an accident. I changed the story a little bit, I know, I realize that. DON'T JUDGE ME!