I don't own Joker, and I do hope we get a similar film for The Penguin, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman.
Please let me know what you think, and feel free to read my other stories.
All it takes is one rotten day to make a normal man into a monster.
Arthur lay on the floor of the subway car wincing in pain and wondering how much worse this day was going to get. It had already gone so bad so quickly, and now he was being beaten up in a subway car. His body curling instinctively into the foetal position as the three men beat him up because thanks to his stupid condition which made him laugh spontaneously for no apparent reason. All he had done was laugh out loud when they had been harassing a woman who was only reading, but she had refused their advances. Brave woman.
At the same time, he had started laughing, the woman had got up and left, shooting him looks of contempt for not helping her but Arthur paid her no heed; he had just had a rotten day as it was, and he didn't see why he should get involved in things which weren't his business. He wasn't like Thomas fucking Wayne, whom his mother obsessed over for some weird reason. He might think of himself as a nice guy but there were limits to how nice he could be.
He had been fired from his job because he had stupidly not bothered to hide that fucking gun at the children's hospital, and it had fallen to the ground; he was just lucky the damn thing hadn't gone off in the first place. The kids at the hospital had enjoyed his act, and it had been going so well. But the most painful thing about the whole mess was the kids had been loving his act, and just when he had thought he could make a regular thing out of it, and live up to his life-long dream of making people laugh and give him a purpose out of life…the gun had fallen out of his jacket, and everyone had seen him with it.
How could Randall have lied that he'd begged for a gun last week? Okay, so he knew he wasn't really well-liked by the other guys at the agency, but he didn't care, not so long as he could make people laugh. But he had honestly thought after that unfair mess with that stupid ad board that was taken from him and how nobody had believed him that Randall was being nice and sympathetic, so by this point why should he stick his neck out for anyone?
Why should he care about some woman whom he didn't even know?
Why shouldn't he just sit quietly on the subway train as it rattled towards home where he could work on a new plan? Arthur knew he could try signing up with another agency, but what good would that do, especially if they somehow found out what had happened at the hospital? He had already lost his hopes once, he didn't want it to happen again. On the train before he was beaten up, Arthur had considered the thought of simply applying for a normal job, but who would have him?
It was pure misfortune the laugh had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it, and now here he was, being pummelled by thugs wearing smart suits for no real reason. The sound of their laughter as they jeered the whole thing on, mocking him because of his clown makeup while his face still smarted from the punch which had knocked him to the ground without any effort while the rest of his body was sore - he wondered if he had suffered any broken bones.
Suddenly Arthur remembered that he still had the gun from the hospital disaster; he knew he should have thrown the thing away since it had cost him his job, but Arthur hadn't. Whether it was because he knew he would use it to defend himself, or because he had been distraught his life and job had slipped away from him, he didn't know. Reacting instinctively - when he looked back on this moment later, Arthur would recall how he had just snatched the gun and fired without any kind of hesitancy - Arthur fired the gun, blowing out the back of one of the suited men, spraying blood and gore all over the subway car.
The laughter died down instantly. Suddenly the other two men realised what was happening, but it was too late. Arthur rolled onto his back, clasped the gun in both hands and fired two shots into the second man's chest while ignoring the look of openmouthed shock and horror as the fool realised what was happening and what was going on, and he watched morbidly as he slowly slid down the doors to the ground, gasping for air before he finally died.
Meanwhile, the third man, the one with the fries, ran past screaming like a squealing pig in a panic attack. Arthur climbed to his feet, wincing from the pain from the beating, but he fired again. But he missed, and instead wounded the guy in the leg.
Growling with frustration, Arthur paced up and down the carriage he was in. The horror of what he had done was setting in and he was confused by what had happened. Had he really just killed two men and injured a third? It didn't seem like him… and yet, despite his horror at what he had just done… Arthur felt elated, really happy. He felt like a little kid who believed he had done something wrong and yet it turned out to be a wonderful thing indeed.
Arthur pulled himself together as the train entered the next station and he grabbed his bag and ran off in the direction of the man who was still screaming. The doors opened and Arthur peeked out, ducking back inside when the head of the man appeared. After a few minutes of indecision, Arthur waited for the man to show himself but he never did until the announcement to stand clear of the doors came, and the other man rushed off the train as fast as his injured leg could take him. Arthur got off as well, following the man who'd helped beat him up, ignoring the train despite knowing there were likely people watching this whole thing but to him, they might as well have been seeing this scene through a pair of binoculars.
Finally, the suited man's leg gave out and he collapsed, groaning and whimpering piteously on the ground, but Arthur felt no sympathy for him; this man had brought this on himself, and he felt nothing.
Arthur caught up with him just as he was trying - painfully - to climb up the stairs out of the station. Three shots into the back - bang, bang, bang - the man was dead, and the last of the trio who had beaten him up was dead, the end of the three men who had brought this one rotten day to a close. He didn't stop firing until the gun hammer clicked, no bullets.
Arthur took a deep breath as he tried to figure out what he should do next after committing a triple homicide and he ran out of the station as fast as his legs could take him.