HI people! So I got this idea from a friend and from a fan art picture I saw of the Joker. It's just a one shot type of thing so I don't know if there will be any more continuation after this. But nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it! If so please review or favorite or follow or whatever pleases you!
7 Months Ago
He stumbles into the apartment.
"Jeannie? Jeannie? You home?"
Nobody answers.
"Jeannie?"
He drops the beer bottle and it crashes to the floor, breaking into millions of pieces. He doesn't notice though.
"Thought she said she was staying in tonight.." he mumbles to himself.
He struggles with walking some more on his way to the kitchen.
"No note on the counter. Must be in the bedroom."
He smiles with delight, wanting to see his girl.
"Jeannie I've got great news!" He calls.
He starts to the bedroom, walking down the hall. Just then he hears something crunch under his black boots. His brows furrow in confusion.
When he slides his boot over it's a beer bottle. She never drinks beer though, especially since she's pregnant.
"Jeannie?" His deep voice wavers a bit.
His pace quickens, the dark hallway seems longer now. As soon as he get to the door, there's a familiar smell in the air. Blood.
"J-Jeannie?"
He tries the light switch and the darkness is filled. The blood drains from his structured face. All the happiness and delight leaves him. He runs a hand through his wavy brown hair.
"No. No, no, no. Jeannie?"
She lies on the ground, off of the slightly dirty matress. They couldn't afford a proper bed, but she hadn't minded. She never minded their lifestyle.
Her blood is pooled around her, a dark crimson color. It contrasts with her drained face. Her once beautiful face now has a jagged smile carved in it, and her stomach is cut across, revealing her insides.
He runs to her side, sweeping her long brown strands off of her face. Tears stream down his face.
"Jeannie. I'm so sorry, Jeannie" he sobs. "No, no. I let this happen to you. I'm sorry."
His green eyes have turned dark, but he looks at the woman he loves with sad, watering eyes.
"Why couldn't it be me?" He asks, looking at her blank blue eyes.
His long fingers push her lids down over her eyes. He cradles her head against his chest, her blood gets all over his best shirt.
Then he looks down at all the blood now pooling around his knees.
"I'm going to find whoever did this to you, and I am going to kill them" he said with clenched teeth.
He yells in frustration, anger, and sadness.
Present Day
Ten.
Deep breaths.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
It'll pass.
Six.
Five.
Four.
He tells himself he's okay. Deep breaths.
Three.
He grips his hair in frustration.
Two.
One.
The counting doesn't help this time.
He sits in the same apartment now. His head leans on his stained hand. Water pools all over the floor around him from the bad roofing and slight flooding.
A beer bottle sits beside him, still full. It doesn't taste like it used to. The memory brings him to a foul mood. He growls in frustration, then throws the bottle. It his the wall and breaks.
The green and blue wallpaper is now peeling off of the walls. Some parts have grown mold too.
In the water he sees his reflection. The white face, green hair, bright red lips.
A clown. A joker.
His white button up shirt and black slacks are soaked from the downpour outside.
After a meeting with the mob, this was the closest place he could find. Now, he regrets coming here.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!