Dear God, I needed a drink. But then again, if you had seen what I had over the last decade, you'd feel the same way. Now, I had always figured my boss to be…well…socially awkward when it came to women, but as of recent, I never figured he'd become a psychotic little shit. But that's my boss for you, he may never know it (since I'd probably get killed for saying it to his face) but I'll lay it on the line: he's become the spitting image of his father, just ten times worse. Poor Jackie. I shouldn't have felt bad for his idiocy, but I did and still do. But considering the circumstances, I even sorrier for the poor girl he kidnapped recently. But that's for the later part of the story. But for all of you reading this; he wasn't always like this. Like many people, The Joker used to have a home with a family and a bunch of friends who cared for him. But this isn't a fairy tale. The life he had before becoming the Joker was anything but glamorous. He went through school known as the freak; he actually got over that by the time high school had rolled around for him. But of all the things in his early life that truly drove him mad was the one thing that he could never have: love. And I guess by now you all are wondering who the hell I am, and how the hell I came into ties with the infamous Joker.
Well, for starters, I'm his younger sister, Regina Michelle Napier, most of the time; I just go by "Gina". My brother, before he was the Joker, was simply Jackson Andrew Napier (went by Jack most of the time, and Jackie by me and her) a timid, soft-spoken, and gruesomely disfigured young boy. When we were young, as I painfully remember, I had witnessed our drunken father going ape shit one night, our mother was killed by his own hands, and well…let's just say that if he were alive today, for all the bastard had done, he'd have no balls if he EVER tried to touch me in an intimate way again. Jack tried to stop him, and while he fought bravely, a nine year old is no match against a forty something year old man, and me being only seven, Jack hid me away after I was assaulted, and had listened in on the final fight between our mother and father.
I remember it so well, I saw my father carve that…that smile into my brother's face. Being the rebellious kid, I had tried to help him but what could I do? I remember the laughter of my father, the blood pooling everywhere, my poor brother taking the final stand against that monster, and stabbing him with all the strength he had left. I quickly called my Aunt Barbra, who dialed 911 and moved to Gotham from Los Angles with our Aunt and our young cousin, Gerard.
What happened next was just the beginning of our chaotic life. From elementary school to high school, the roles had switched; I was the one who was protecting Jack from all the kids who tormented him. And trust me; we had to deal with so much shit from all those small minded little twerps, which caused me to get suspended a couple of times and expelled from one school. Most of the time, it was just the three of us, since Aunt Barbra was working two jobs as a waitress to pay the bills, our schooling, clothes, and food. And truthfully, we were content the way things were. We lived in a crappy house, but it was the most loving home I had ever had been in, during the holidays, as I remember, Aunt Barbra would work over time just so we would have presents. By the time I was sixteen, I had no social life, all I needed was my brother and cousin in our small group. I worked most weekends in a factory just so we would have more money for food and such. But even during the worst of times, Jack had always been there to put a smile on my face. That didn't last very long…
Oh, but here comes the good part: high school came around and that was when Jack, who was still continuously taunted for his scars, met the one girl who changed everything. I was still in middle school at the time alongside Gerard, but the one person…the one girl who molded Jack into a stronger person those four short years, the one and only person from that school I looked up to, just disappeared after their graduation. I had heard rumors over what had happened to the girl, but I couldn't tell, asking Jack about it wasn't an option; every time I had even started to bring up the topic of what happened that night simply would blow it off or tell me it was none of my fucking business. Oh yeah, he started going down a rough patch. Things started to get worse afterwards. And since then, all hell has broken loose... and quite frankly, I don't know what's going to happen from here on in. For now, the only option is to try and reason with my idiot brother…fuck my life.
