Dark and Dreary
This is my 1st one so don't be too harsh
I don't own anything but the idea for the story
Description: This is the story before the joker turned Tim Drake into a mini joker
There is a little OC x Joker but it one sided so relax, read, and enjoy.
Screams echoed through the dark alleyway, a tall, lean man was running in a dead sprint as fast as he could away from the screaming civilian; he had just stolen a woman's purse. The man couldn't understand why a person would be screaming over and ugly, and cheap handbag, but he kept on running.
The man ran for a good ten blocks until he ran into a solid black mass. The mass of black was a man, not just any man, but a giant man much taller than the thief, he was also extremely muscular. There was also something different about this man he was wearing a bat suit. The bandit ran into the Batman. (A/n: this has nothing to do with the rest of the story but interesting opener don't cha think)
It was about 6am, and time for the morning wake up call in Arkham Asylum. An alarm sounded and the Joker slowly rolled over in his lumpy mattress and pushed himself up; with his feet due to a white, tightly wrapped straight, into a standing position on the floor.
A burly guard came up to the thick metal door that contained the psychotic clown and pounded on the door and opened a tiny vent and spoke through it. "Wake up!" he said, "its time for breakfast and guess what u even have a visitor."
The Joker looked up at the guard and quickly walked up to the vent and said in an obnoxiously sweet "Really, a visitor for me?"
"Yes. A therapist." The guard said bluntly.
"Is it my Harley?" the joker asked cocking is head to the side.
"No." was the man's only reply.
"Then, whooooooooo could it possibly be?"
"A Dr. Demalo."
"You are really big on the short answers today aren't you?"
"Well I just don't want to waste my time talking with a crazed psychopath."
"Now I'm hurt." The Joker said in a mocking tone. "Well tell me more about this doctor, is he any good? I hope he doesn't crack like the last one did. I didn't think they were going to get me a new therapist after the last one, that guy lasted two days and when he left he was muttering to himself about…rats was it? No, no it wasn't rats….what was it oh wait it was bats."
The watchman scowled at him recalling that poor man who was currently in one of the rooms receiving his own treatment. "The psychotherapist that is coming is one of the very best she has dealt with people almost as crazy as you."
The Joker looked up at the sentinel with a strange deranged look on his pale white face, "did you say she?"
"Yes" the man answered timidly.
"Well this makes everything a lot more interesting, this is gong to be fun" The Joker said. Then he started to laugh a cold maniacal laugh that many a men have come to fear, a laugh that could send a chill up the spine of anyone close enough to hear it.
The guard looked utterly disgusted, but couldn't help but to be a little scared for the woman who had to speak with him about his feelings, if he even had any. "You're sick" he said closing the vent and walking away leaving the Joker alone laughing to himself.
The End of chap one!
Well did u like it if u did or have any comments let me know. And yes its short but you know oh well.
Bless your face and peace off