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Chapter 2
Before we get too far into the story, let me tell you my backstory. My name is Noel Wayne, my uncle is Bruce Wayne. My mother died giving birth to me, and my dad died when I was 10. I have been living with my Uncle Bruce for 7 years, since the day he died. I'm what most people would call obsessed with batman. Posters of him cover my bedroom walls and all of my t-shirts are batman themed. My best friend, Jace Carson, is also my uncle's assistant. I am 17 years old as of yesterday, and my friend Jace will be 18 in May.
The day I was kidnapped the Joker, Batman's worst enemy, said something that clicked in my head, something only one other person would say, or maybe it was the way he said it… I'll never know. When I woke up, I was in what seemed to be an old abandoned warehouse, it smelled faintly of corndogs, a sent that makes me want to hurl. My brain is reeling, trying to remember what happened when I hear it, the Joker's signature laugh, and it all comes flooding back. He drops to the ground in front of me, grinning brightly. "Hello there Noel. I think you will find this to your comfort" his statement is followed by insane laughter. I shake my head and try to free my arms from the ropes binding me to the chair I'm sitting in. I blow my long red hair out of my face and look at the Joker, fear and confusion plastered on my face. "Y...you died. I was 10 and you died and…and…" he laughs again "My dear dear Noel... it seems you've figured everything out in that pretty little head of yours" he taps his head with each word. "Just like your mother." And then the fear is replaced with something new, something best described as hate. "It's your fault she's dead… isn't it?" He just smiles even wider, I didn't think it possible. He laughs "Smart little girl. Smart smart little girl." I fight against the ropes once more, not pausing to think. "Why did you kidnap me? Did you think anyone would care?" I try to distract him as I free one hand. He laughs again, a sound that penetrates my skull "You aren't as smart as I thought" And then, in a puff of smoke, he's gone.
Sorry for short chapters :( I have plenty of ideas for how this could go, but its pretty hard for me to get my thoughts in an organized way without having short chapters...