A/N: My friend posted the question after reading one of my random stories, "What if the Joker was real?" This brought me to the question. Did they have fanfiction in Gotham? Yes, of course. What's the world without fanfiction? Then I wondered if people wrote fanfiction about real people like we sometimes do. Don't deny it, I've read stories about bands and stuf. So, that meant that people had to write fanfiction about the Joker. There had to be some group of people in Gotham that looked up to him. And eventually (within the course of a few minutes) this chapter was created! Don't exactly know where it's going yet! R&R!
"I smiled at him, the one person that could touch his heart. I had done it. I had tamed the Joker." Addie Lorraine smiled as she finished typing up the last paragraph of her story. She giggled in the classic fangirl sort of way. She was proud of her work. Immensely proud. The pride of completing a story is an amazing high that she relished in. She pressed the little button to save her hard work and turned to get ready for bed. Her parents said her obsession with the Joker was unhealthy, but she wasn't the only one! In fact, all her friends were into it. "Addie! Get up! It's time for school!" Wow, late on the uptake much? she thought bitterly. She opened her bathroom door and did a last minute inspection. Before school "If I don't hear that shower running in five minutes . . . ." Mrs. Lorraine's voice trailed away.
"Mom, I'm already up and dressed! I couldn't get to sleep!" It was amazing how easily she tricked her mom. After a few incidents of arson and white grease paint, her mom had been holding a tight leash. Now, Mrs. Lorraine thought her daughter was back to normal. But she was far from it.
Addie fixed the heavy black eye eyeliner around her eyes. She extended it way farther than any human should where eyeliner. The dark, brooding affect pleased her much more than she would tell her mother. She took the purple-ish black eye shadow and extended it to her eyebrow and covered her bottom lid with it. To any other person it would have been obvious who she was emulating, but her mother was happiest just to believe the best in her 16 ½ year old daughter. Addie threw on some cherry red lipstick to complete the look, she was quite proud of herself actually. Last year her and her friends had tried the whole white grease paint and enlarged smile thing, but had been suspended because of it. Something about "terrorist threats", it was just fun! That didn't stop them. In fact, the grease paint didn't stop until their parents destroyed every last stash of it. That didn't stop her from putting on red lipstick and heavy black eyes, did it? She extended her smile ever so slightly, not enough to tip off her mom in the few minutes that she'd wee her, but just enough to make emulate the Joker.
Addie glared when she saw the dark brown roots sticking out on her dirty blond, acid green hair and purple. She through it back, leaving the two of the purple and green streaks down. Still in her purple bra and red soccer shorts she went on a search for clothes. Why people complained about making things match she didn't know. What was harder was looking for things that clashed but looked good. Settling for a green vest and purple skinny jeans she threw them on. I have to say, I did a good job for being in a rush! she thought smugly. The purple lace of her bra stuck out slightly from her vest and most of her stomach showed. Her skinny jeans hugged her frame nicely and she grabbed her rainbow studded belt to complete the look. Being the perfectionist that she was, she quickly wiped a little stray mascara away from her dark green eyes. She wished so much for dark brown contracts so she could finish her look, but she knew asking would have been a dead giveaway to her mom. And her dad, she shuddered to think of it, his anger issues made the Joker look sane.
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Addie's POV
"Hey Addie!" Kevin Samberg shouted as I raced around the corner. Kevin looked the most like the Joker out of all of us. He was tall and skinny like him and had mastered the hunch perfectly. He even had the dark brown eyes. There were only three differences. One, he didn't wear the suit every single day. Two, he, like all of us, had had his white face paint confiscated. Three, and the most noticeable, he had dark brown hair. I smiled before I glomped him. It was a thing we did. We loved the attention so we did all we could to seek it, just like the Joker.
"Wait, wait!" Riana Featherday shouted behind us. The bus was already puling in. I had to say she did a great job. Her purple trench coat was open to reveal a green clown t-shirt, probably bought outside of Gotham City. Her purple suit pants (probably bought out of Gotham City), flared out over a pair brown combat boots. I really was jealous of her at times, but she was my best friend. "ehy, do you like my new hair?" she asked my, waving her naturally blond hair around. She had gotten it permed.
"Nice," I replied. Yeah, I was kinda jealous of her, she had the money to do that sorta stuff.
"But it's missing one thing!" Kyle said brightly, taking out some green spray paint.
"No! No way in hell are you painting my hair!" She tried to run but we held her down. She whimpered slightly, but it was for the greater good. "Cynthia is gonna kill me," she muttered as we hopped on the bus.
"Kevin! Addie! Riana!" Two purple and green clad kids shouted to me and my companions from the back of the bus. The twins, Jeremy and Austin, of course. It was virtually impossible to tell them apart unless you knew them. Both had died their long shaggy hair green with purple highlights. And both refused to dress differently from the other. WE sat down near them and started mindlessly talking about the joker's recent bank robbery. So what if people called us freaks? In their eyes the joker was cool. In my eyes, he was my dream boy.
