Welcome to the second chapter of My Master, My Joker!
The official beginning!
And... Here...We...Go.
"YEAH FUCKER! YA WANT SOME!?" I yelled at a burly thief, trying to steal what little I had. I mean we were both thieves, but he just wasn't going to steal my stuff. He was at least twice the size of me as he turned from the rock I throw at his head, my backpack wagging around on his back. He adjusts leather spiked jacket, probably part of some biker gang. He approaches me down the dark alley way as he pulls out a switch blade, why would a person his size even need one? But that just made things a bit more serious. And exciting.
"Give up the backpack and get bent, damn punk." I cross my arms, hiding my clenched fists.
"What'a cocky little bitch. Say that again after I drive this through ya neck." His deep voice says as he comes for me with his blade like a mad bull.
I easily maneuver to the side as he hits the brakes to come back around, I swear the rubber of his shoes left a burnt mark on the cold concrete. I once again evade to the side, I notice a full trash can to the side of me, and I start to conjure up a scheme since I'm obviously not going to win at a fist-to-knife with this charging bull. I position myself back as he readys for another charge, I can tell from his clenching free hand that he's going to come swinging or probably grab me. He begins to charge for me again, and I quickly duck and run for the trash can, throwing it in front of his path and causing him to hit the floor face first.
"What an earthquake..." I whisper as I run up to him to grab my bag off of him before he recovers.
"You should try a little harder next time." I pat him on the shoulder before I run off, but I suddenly stop and run back around.
"Thanks for the blade." I say as I snatch his switch blade from the ground next to him and make an escape.
"That's enough for tonight, I need to find a good place to stay for tonight." I contemplate out loud while I make turn after turn in this alley way maze in the dark slums of the Narrows and consciously away from the walls of the asylum.
I find a side ladder to a closed down convenient store and decide to stay up there for the night. The flat roof of the building gives me a decent view of Gotham River, along with the even darker city of Gotham. I sit beside the old ventilation units and open up my bag to see what I grabbed today, all that running around made me forget.
"Old blanket. Set of clothes. Bags of chips and junk. But this is all the stuff I already had..." I dig deeper into the bag and pull out two wallets and a cell phone.
"Huh, at least the cell phone is one of those free texting ones. Good for whenever I wana talk to myself... Not like I already do that." I drop the phone back into my bag and flip through the wallets, finding $10 in one and $18 in the other.
"Today's loot was decent." I sit and rest against the metal surface of the vent unit.
"Maybe tomorrow I'll buy a good breakfast. If I can find a place that I haven't already robbed or vandalized..."
I take at the look at the blade I snagged as a bonus and look at its swirled engraving in the center filled with dried blood, giving it an almost sinister look.
I pocketed the blade and gaze out past my roof solace and almost just before my line of sight ends lies Arkham Asylum.
Honestly, who in there right mind would out a high security prison in the middle of a highly populated city? It's not hard for those who live in the Narrows to hate those who did it, who made the Narrows a struggling crime central where all you can do is either join the gangbangers or die fighting them, and even to the more unfortunate ones, to die by starvation on the streets.
It's not hard to hate those who turned my home into the slums of Gotham. Everyone hates Batman, Gotham City Council, and Johnathan Arkham for doing this to us. Letting the megalomanics sleep next door to children while everyone else can have a decent life in Corporate Gotham.
I hate them they're the ones who stole my dad from me.
