A very in depth analysis of the Joker. Reader participation. Completely fiction, but totally believable.
I do not work for DC. Do not own rights to any of it's characters.
After that I was no longer a toddler. Meaning, the chance of being adopted becomes less and less. Why? Because people want to adopt babies. Babies are easier to assimilate into their lives. The older an orphan becomes, the more behavioral problems they develop. And it all starts with a feeling of being unwanted. Unloved. Discarded and forgotten. Those feelings breed hopelessness, fear, and anger. And I'm certainly no exception to this.
My childhood was filled to the brim with hatred and anger. And the frequency of the rotating foster homes only made it grow to a point of non reversal.
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It was hardwired into my brain. Into my soul. And of course, an angry boy tends to get into a lot of trouble. But when you are in the system, nobody has to take your shit, they just push you off on someone else. And eventually you work yourself down a list. As you reach the bottom, the fosters become shadier. More strict. More controlling. Meaner. Crueler.
And when you put these sort of people around a child that can only live and breathe anger, well you create psychopaths, sociopaths, skitzophrenics, and all those other well maladjusted types. Criminals. Thieves. Killers. Again, this wasn't something I was an exception to. I played right into the formula.
By the time I was fifteen, I was a runaway living on the streets of Gotham.
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Which meant I spent my days scouring for food, and my nights trying to sleep with one eye open. Because when you sleep on the streets there's always someone just dying to take advantage of you. To exploit you. And why not? It's not as if you matter to anyone. Therefore, who is there to protect you besides yourself?
I picked up that skill pretty early on too. I discovered that when people are afraid of you, they tend to keep their distance. But scaring people isn't so easy to do when you appear as only a child. Children carry innocence all over their lineless little faces. But street kids learn how to shake it off them much sooner. Perhaps because when you are on the streets, you have to resort to acts that are far from innocent. Necessary evils as some might call it. And through these less than savory acts, innocence is lost.
What kind of unsavory acts do I mean? Well, they vary greatly from one person to the next. And even more so between males and females. For me it was stealing to start with. Because through my desperation, I had no other choice. It was eat and live, or starve and die. I ask myself now, what did I have to live for back then? I had no idea what I would become. But for some reason, the need to fight for survival was strong in me.
