A Twisted Childhood
This story came to mind when I re-watched The Dark Knight, which by the way is an AWESOME movie! I tried really hard to imagine what the Joker was seeing as his mother was murdered by his very own father. Its sad but enough of my stupid babbling. Blaaah ^.^
Innocent eyes watched a crazed drunken father kick the door open. The smell of booze drifted toward the little boy's nose. His nose scrunched up from the disgusting smell overwhelming it. Numbness prickled all over his body as he hid under the table.
"Where the fuck are you, Woman!" slurred the drunk man coming towards the kitchen.
The boy observed his beloved mother concealed her stubby knife behind her back, preparing herself for the drunk.
"You fucking slut! Can't you answer me!" the man nearly screamed at his wife when he saw her.
"Please don't do this. Think of our son." She whimpered while crying.
"That goddamn boy is no son of mine!" roared the guy and swung out and smacked the lady. A muffled scream was held down in her throat.
"Fuck You!" she screamed and revealed her exposed knife to her attacker and slowly back up to the counter. The sharp point of the edge dugged into her back.
"Oh so you think you're going to stab me bitch." Laughed the crazed man swinging around his arms like a bird first learning to fly.
The man advanced upon the woman causing her to her lose her grip on the knife. The knife rang out as it hit the dirty floor, laying a mere foot away from the Jack. Shaking the little boy hugged the table leg for comfort. He had no teddy bear to hold on to. Jack had no love to be happy and comforted.
To Jack it seemed like it had been just yesterday that he had held his old torn teddy. Many tears were soaked into its dark brown fur, even his mothers blood had ended up on it somehow. Jack could remember the cold glassy eyes full of sorrow as the old bear was ripped from Jack's grasp and into the dreadfully father. His father's demonic smile still burned his thoughts at he recounted his lost friend.
Grubby hands reached out and clasped the knife handle. In one quick movement, the drunk slammed the blade into the boy's unfortunate mother. A single tear slide slowly down her cheek before falling to the floor.
Confusion implemented the small boy. He didn't understand the concept of death. After his fathers retreat, Jack crawled quietly toward his mothers body. As the boy sat faithfully by his mother's side trying to wake her up, the vermillion blood tainted the Teenage Mutant Turtle pjs.
Heavy footsteps came up behind the boy. The father's crazy red eyes analyzed his unfazed son soaking in the puddle of blood.
"Why So Serious?" he growled with only a slight slurr. He stumbled closer revealing the knife cultivating the dead mother's blood.
Once again he growled "Why So Serious?"
Grabbing the boys head, the drunk forced the blade in his fragile mouth. Terrified innocent eyes gave a pleading look at the man. The father was not a man of mercy or comfort.
"Lets put a smile on that face." He grinned "annnnnd Why So Serious!" he muttered for the last time before whipping the blade in an upright motion on the sides of his son's lips.
'Blood. Goddamn Blood.' Thought the infamous Joker as he remembered the accident. He laughed at the thought of being "Happy" all the time. Using the knife he was all too familiar with, he slit Gambles lips. Only he went farther causing the black man to bleed out on the ground.
"Now, we kill the Batman!" roared Joker as he shut out his past full of weaknesses to begin his hunt for the man known as Batman.
yaaay I finally took time to type and publish my story!! I hope Batman fans will enjoy this!! Its my first batman fanfic! Please review and fav if you like it. Please don't send me hate mail but you can tell me if I need to improve something! I can always use advice!!