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*This is my version of how The Dark Knight's version of Joker was born. See, since he gave us 2 versions of how he got his scars, and he has been known to lie, I did this little story. Just for fun. Enjoy*
A little boy ran with a book bag over his head, the rain pounding on it relentlessly. He stepped in puddle after puddle, soaking his pant legs and his shoes. His long straggly hair in a ponytail of sorts, though it didn't look right. The boy looked around at his decrepit neighborhood. Everywhere he looked, there were bums on the ground drunk of over burning barrels, or garbage laid on the sidewalk, houses with broken windows and the god awful smell of beer and gasoline mixed in the air.
But all this didn't worry him. What did worry him was that he was late for school. And he knew what was awaiting him when he arrived.
"What are you running for, dweeb?" A boy said. He toward over the scared boy, who trembled as he was knocked down by the bigger child. This boy was named Louis, or Lou for short. He had a thing for treating other kids like garbage, the boy mostly. He found his cowardice to be amusing.
"I said what are you running for?"
"I-I-I'm late for class."
" Well tough luck, you gotta pay to get in, dweeb." Lou also seemed to know when the boy had money, and loved to extort it from him in exchange for letting him in the school to beat him up in, instead of in front of it. The boy gave him his money and tried to walk away, but Lou wouldn't have that. He grabbed him and gave the boy a jab in the stomach.
"Your 50 cents short, dweeb. Which means I gotta make you pay the hard way." And so Lou beat the boy's face in till his nose bleed. But the boy didn't fight back. He let the beating go on, because though he frowned in pain and winced, he liked the pain.
The boy walked out of the nurses office. He was quite familiar with the nurse working there, and always had a chair awaiting him in there. As he walked to class he saw Lou standing in the hallway, close to his classroom. He glared at the boy, then gestured him over to him. The boy timidly walked over, and was then forcefully grabbed and slammed against the lockers.
"I'm not finished with you dweeb. After school, your mine." He said. He let him go, and walked away while the boy slumped to the ground crying. Or was he...laughing?
Class was the same for the boy. He sat there, paying no attention, the teacher yelling at him, and the other kids ignoring or making fun of him. So it continued till he saw Lou again. But he was tormenting another boy. Lou left him stuffed in a locker, and the boy decided to help him.
He walked over and opened the locker, with the boy lunging out. This boy was the schools least popular kid, next to him. He wore bad raggedy clothes, and was extremely thin, so much so he looked basically all bone. He wore a pair of glasses that always slipped on his long face. The boys name was Jonathan Crane, or Scarecrow since he was so skinny and he was always pinned to a scarecrow after school by Lou.
"Ah, thank you. " John said as he quickly collected his things and ran off. So the boy went on to lunch after that ordeal, and was treated even less human then usual. He had milk dumped on him by Lou and his companions and then was put in the garbage can and left there till lunch ended. The Lunch Ladies pulled him out and scowled him for playing in there, despite the fact they were there to see Lou's actions.
So the boy went on to his last classes, and remembered that it was still raining outside. This meant Lou would have more fun, since he had no coordination at all and the mud and water on the ground didn't help. So he painfully collect his things and began his way out of the school. Surprisingly though Lou was nowhere in sight. So the boy continued on him, when he saw Lou outside of his house.
He spotted the boy, and charged at him. The boy fled, chuckling silently to himself as he ran. In no time however, he was caught and beaten. The boy continued to laugh on the inside, though he was still frowning. Lou spat on the ground when he was done.
"No wonder your old man beats you around. Your pathetic." He laughed as he went on home, leaving the boy to slowly and painfully go home alone. The rain stopped, but no sunlight came out. The boy reached his apartment complex, and slowly made his way up to his apartment, listening to his neighbors yelling at the T.V, Laughing, or having loud, obnoxious sex every hour.
The boy walked into his apartment, and was met with the sight of his mother cleaning. She noticed him and his bruises and blood, and immediatly came over to him to inspect him.
"Oh, my poor baby. Did Louis do this too you again? We have got to have a talk with that boys parents." She said as she fretted over him and hugged him. She had always said that they should talk to his parents, but they never did. In half and hour the boy was cleaned up, bandaged, and was in his room doing his homework. His mother walked in with some food.
"I made you a snack, your getting to thin." She said. He nodded and took the food, eating it rather slowly. His mother frowned at him.
"You know dear, maybe people would be nicer if you were a little happier. You know, smile once in awhile." The boy nodded again, thanked his mother, and went back to his homework as she left. While he worked, his mother watched the news. There were reports again of someone named Wayne who had been murdered with his wife, and only there son had survived.
The boy finished his homework and looked at his clock. 7:00. almost time for supper. His mom was in the kitchen, and suddenly they both heard a loud thud as the boys father walked in. He was drunk, again, and was stumbling around. He always got drunk after work, and was always very loopy when he was drunk.
"Susan? Susan! Where are you? I need some help!" He yelled. The boy closed his door and walked over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a knife. He reached inside and pulled out another one, and another one. He shoved the 2 in his pocket, while he began to cut his arm with the other one. He did this for 4 minutes when his father busted in and caught him in the act.
"The hell are you doing, boy? We feed and take care of your sorry ass, and you go and cut yourself? Your a little ****!" He yelled as he grabbed his son and beat him mercilessly. The boy took it, seeing the hate in his fathers eyes and knowing he wouldn't stop.
Soon his mother came in to stop it, but she was pushed against the wall and beat for a minute, and then he went on to beat his son again. The blood from his face formed a puddle on the ground, and his body started to go pale form lose of blood. Then his father stopped cold. But not from being tired or boredom. It was something far more chilling.
The boy, lying on the ground with so much of his blood on the floor and bruised all over, was laughing. He couldn't stop. He stared with his eyes filled with tears at his father, his hatred turned back on him by his own son.
"What the hell is wrong with ya, you sick little freak? You think you can laugh at me? This is my house, you live by my one rule, and thats to respect me, you little ****!"
"Then tonight I'm gonna break your one rule" The boy said as he grabbed his knife and stabbed his father in the chest. He did this many times, the blood spurting everywhere. His mother screamed in terror as his body fell to the ground and he stood, covered in blood. He looked at his mother, and slowly, staring at her, gave himself a Glasgow smile. The blood form his face covered the new blood form the cuts, and his screams of pain were mixed with laughter.
His mother was speechless in terror as he walked forward, shadowing over her. He looked down at her, the blood dripping on her and the floor.
"Are you happy now mother? I'm smiling, all for you!" He said as he stabbed her too. His laughter was overshadowed by her screams, and she laid on the ground lifeless, like his father. The boy took the pony-tail out of his hair, letting his hair go down.
He walked out of his room and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a family portrait. It was him when he was a baby, sitting on a clowns lap. He smiled as he walked away and went to the bathroom to wash off the blood. After 15 minutes the boy walked out of the shower, wearing his the suit his aunt got him for his uncles funeral. It was a green vest with a blue shirt, covered by a dark purple coat and purple pants.
He walked into his mothers room, grabbing her make up kit that he got her for Christmas. He applied white facial paint, along with black eye shadow around and on his eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad. He then noticed that something was missing.
He grabbed his knife again and cut the healing mouth wound a little, the blood seeping through and forming a red smile. He grabbed his other knifes and walked out of the apartment. He went into the other apartments and killed the others, laughing the whole time. He new he would be caught, but before they could get him he had one more stop to make.
Lou was sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon of sorts. His parents weren't home, as always, and he was left home alone without a babysitter. Suddenly the door knocked, startling him. He got up and answered the door. He jumped back when he saw the boy, now glaring at him.
"Evening, Lou."
"Wh-What are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing, just thought I'd drop by, say hello." He said, grabbing Lou's head and forcefully pulled him in close to his face so he could see the cuts. He smiled when he noticed him looking at them in terror.
"Pretty, aren't they? Wanna know how I got them?" Lou was shaking in fear, and the boy only gave him a fake look of sympathy.
"Why...so....serious?" He said, as he laughed the loudest he ever laughed, though more evil, demented, and insane
The cops were all around the neighborhood. They checked the apartments and saw that everyone was dead, with a glasgow smile on them, except for 2 people. They were searching Lou's house, his parents sobbing outside. His body was found tied up with the same smile as the other victims, put had a Joker card pinned to his forehead, and the words "Why So Serious" here painted in blood on the walls.
2 policemen walked out of the house and went to the nearby detective.
"Same as the others, but he left a card." The one said, handing him the Joker card. The detective scratched his head. He looked over when he saw another policeman come over from the apartment complex.
"Gordon, what have ya got or me?"
"We found out that the 2 victims without cuts are married,and have a son."
"You mean had a son. He's probably dead too."
"We don't know, we haven't found another body in the apartment, though we do have this." He said. He handed the detective a pictue of the boy.
"Start a search party, I don't want this psycho killing him either." He shook his head.
"This cities rotting faster everyday. First the Wayne murder, now this." Suddenly a loud laugh could be heard, and then silence. It started to rain again. But this time the boy was not under a book bag, he was running in it, laughing. This was the beginning of his new life.
A little boy ran with a book bag over his head, the rain pounding on it relentlessly. He stepped in puddle after puddle, soaking his pant legs and his shoes. His long straggly hair in a ponytail of sorts, though it didn't look right. The boy looked around at his decrepit neighborhood. Everywhere he looked, there were bums on the ground drunk of over burning barrels, or garbage laid on the sidewalk, houses with broken windows and the god awful smell of beer and gasoline mixed in the air.
But all this didn't worry him. What did worry him was that he was late for school. And he knew what was awaiting him when he arrived.
"What are you running for, dweeb?" A boy said. He toward over the scared boy, who trembled as he was knocked down by the bigger child. This boy was named Louis, or Lou for short. He had a thing for treating other kids like garbage, the boy mostly. He found his cowardice to be amusing.
"I said what are you running for?"
"I-I-I'm late for class."
" Well tough luck, you gotta pay to get in, dweeb." Lou also seemed to know when the boy had money, and loved to extort it from him in exchange for letting him in the school to beat him up in, instead of in front of it. The boy gave him his money and tried to walk away, but Lou wouldn't have that. He grabbed him and gave the boy a jab in the stomach.
"Your 50 cents short, dweeb. Which means I gotta make you pay the hard way." And so Lou beat the boy's face in till his nose bleed. But the boy didn't fight back. He let the beating go on, because though he frowned in pain and winced, he liked the pain.
The boy walked out of the nurses office. He was quite familiar with the nurse working there, and always had a chair awaiting him in there. As he walked to class he saw Lou standing in the hallway, close to his classroom. He glared at the boy, then gestured him over to him. The boy timidly walked over, and was then forcefully grabbed and slammed against the lockers.
"I'm not finished with you dweeb. After school, your mine." He said. He let him go, and walked away while the boy slumped to the ground crying. Or was he...laughing?
Class was the same for the boy. He sat there, paying no attention, the teacher yelling at him, and the other kids ignoring or making fun of him. So it continued till he saw Lou again. But he was tormenting another boy. Lou left him stuffed in a locker, and the boy decided to help him.
He walked over and opened the locker, with the boy lunging out. This boy was the schools least popular kid, next to him. He wore bad raggedy clothes, and was extremely thin, so much so he looked basically all bone. He wore a pair of glasses that always slipped on his long face. The boys name was Jonathan Crane, or Scarecrow since he was so skinny and he was always pinned to a scarecrow after school by Lou.
"Ah, thank you. " John said as he quickly collected his things and ran off. So the boy went on to lunch after that ordeal, and was treated even less human then usual. He had milk dumped on him by Lou and his companions and then was put in the garbage can and left there till lunch ended. The Lunch Ladies pulled him out and scowled him for playing in there, despite the fact they were there to see Lou's actions.
So the boy went on to his last classes, and remembered that it was still raining outside. This meant Lou would have more fun, since he had no coordination at all and the mud and water on the ground didn't help. So he painfully collect his things and began his way out of the school. Surprisingly though Lou was nowhere in sight. So the boy continued on him, when he saw Lou outside of his house.
He spotted the boy, and charged at him. The boy fled, chuckling silently to himself as he ran. In no time however, he was caught and beaten. The boy continued to laugh on the inside, though he was still frowning. Lou spat on the ground when he was done.
"No wonder your old man beats you around. Your pathetic." He laughed as he went on home, leaving the boy to slowly and painfully go home alone. The rain stopped, but no sunlight came out. The boy reached his apartment complex, and slowly made his way up to his apartment, listening to his neighbors yelling at the T.V, Laughing, or having loud, obnoxious sex every hour.
The boy walked into his apartment, and was met with the sight of his mother cleaning. She noticed him and his bruises and blood, and immediatly came over to him to inspect him.
"Oh, my poor baby. Did Louis do this too you again? We have got to have a talk with that boys parents." She said as she fretted over him and hugged him. She had always said that they should talk to his parents, but they never did. In half and hour the boy was cleaned up, bandaged, and was in his room doing his homework. His mother walked in with some food.
"I made you a snack, your getting to thin." She said. He nodded and took the food, eating it rather slowly. His mother frowned at him.
"You know dear, maybe people would be nicer if you were a little happier. You know, smile once in awhile." The boy nodded again, thanked his mother, and went back to his homework as she left. While he worked, his mother watched the news. There were reports again of someone named Wayne who had been murdered with his wife, and only there son had survived.
The boy finished his homework and looked at his clock. 7:00. almost time for supper. His mom was in the kitchen, and suddenly they both heard a loud thud as the boys father walked in. He was drunk, again, and was stumbling around. He always got drunk after work, and was always very loopy when he was drunk.
"Susan? Susan! Where are you? I need some help!" He yelled. The boy closed his door and walked over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a knife. He reached inside and pulled out another one, and another one. He shoved the 2 in his pocket, while he began to cut his arm with the other one. He did this for 4 minutes when his father busted in and caught him in the act.
"The hell are you doing, boy? We feed and take care of your sorry ass, and you go and cut yourself? Your a little ****!" He yelled as he grabbed his son and beat him mercilessly. The boy took it, seeing the hate in his fathers eyes and knowing he wouldn't stop.
Soon his mother came in to stop it, but she was pushed against the wall and beat for a minute, and then he went on to beat his son again. The blood from his face formed a puddle on the ground, and his body started to go pale form lose of blood. Then his father stopped cold. But not from being tired or boredom. It was something far more chilling.
The boy, lying on the ground with so much of his blood on the floor and bruised all over, was laughing. He couldn't stop. He stared with his eyes filled with tears at his father, his hatred turned back on him by his own son.
"What the hell is wrong with ya, you sick little freak? You think you can laugh at me? This is my house, you live by my one rule, and thats to respect me, you little ****!"
"Then tonight I'm gonna break your one rule" The boy said as he grabbed his knife and stabbed his father in the chest. He did this many times, the blood spurting everywhere. His mother screamed in terror as his body fell to the ground and he stood, covered in blood. He looked at his mother, and slowly, staring at her, gave himself a Glasgow smile. The blood form his face covered the new blood form the cuts, and his screams of pain were mixed with laughter.
His mother was speechless in terror as he walked forward, shadowing over her. He looked down at her, the blood dripping on her and the floor.
"Are you happy now mother? I'm smiling, all for you!" He said as he stabbed her too. His laughter was overshadowed by her screams, and she laid on the ground lifeless, like his father. The boy took the pony-tail out of his hair, letting his hair go down.
He walked out of his room and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a family portrait. It was him when he was a baby, sitting on a clowns lap. He smiled as he walked away and went to the bathroom to wash off the blood. After 15 minutes the boy walked out of the shower, wearing his the suit his aunt got him for his uncles funeral. It was a green vest with a blue shirt, covered by a dark purple coat and purple pants.
He walked into his mothers room, grabbing her make up kit that he got her for Christmas. He applied white facial paint, along with black eye shadow around and on his eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad. He then noticed that something was missing.
He grabbed his knife again and cut the healing mouth wound a little, the blood seeping through and forming a red smile. He grabbed his other knifes and walked out of the apartment. He went into the other apartments and killed the others, laughing the whole time. He new he would be caught, but before they could get him he had one more stop to make.
Lou was sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon of sorts. His parents weren't home, as always, and he was left home alone without a babysitter. Suddenly the door knocked, startling him. He got up and answered the door. He jumped back when he saw the boy, now glaring at him.
"Evening, Lou."
"Wh-What are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing, just thought I'd drop by, say hello." He said, grabbing Lou's head and forcefully pulled him in close to his face so he could see the cuts. He smiled when he noticed him looking at them in terror.
"Pretty, aren't they? Wanna know how I got them?" Lou was shaking in fear, and the boy only gave him a fake look of sympathy.
"Why...so....serious?" He said, as he laughed the loudest he ever laughed, though more evil, demented, and insane
The cops were all around the neighborhood. They checked the apartments and saw that everyone was dead, with a glasgow smile on them, except for 2 people. They were searching Lou's house, his parents sobbing outside. His body was found tied up with the same smile as the other victims, put had a Joker card pinned to his forehead, and the words "Why So Serious" here painted in blood on the walls.
2 policemen walked out of the house and went to the nearby detective.
"Same as the others, but he left a card." The one said, handing him the Joker card. The detective scratched his head. He looked over when he saw another policeman come over from the apartment complex.
"Gordon, what have ya got or me?"
"We found out that the 2 victims without cuts are married,and have a son."
"You mean had a son. He's probably dead too."
"We don't know, we haven't found another body in the apartment, though we do have this." He said. He handed the detective a pictue of the boy.
"Start a search party, I don't want this psycho killing him either." He shook his head.
"This cities rotting faster everyday. First the Wayne murder, now this." Suddenly a loud laugh could be heard, and then silence. It started to rain again. But this time the boy was not under a book bag, he was running in it, laughing. This was the beginning of his new life.
