Red hood: The Jokers Card

the beginning

Morgan's pov:

From what I know about Jason Todd, I can already tell that he is pretty similar to me in ways I can't even begin to describe.

Hi, I'm Morgan and I'm the descendant of Morgan le Fay.
My past is shrouded in mystery and I've planned on keeping it that way for the past 10 years of my 17-year lifespan...
My biological family is all dead leaving me the only living le fay well, as far as I'm aware, And yes I just said le fay some of you may be wondering 'is she related to the great witch?' And the answer to that question is a relatively simple yes. Yes, I am.

Anyway skipping past all that detail, Let's get into the good stuff.

I was 6 years old and living in a castle near Loch Ness which I now own. It was summer time so we were out on the loch, only in the shallow part of the shoreline of course, but it was still at least a little dangerous, That's what I loved about life, the dangers that were so beautiful when looked at from the proper angle, yet lethal if ignored and let alone to develop into something far more deadly. We were swimming around being normal kids, doing normal kids' stuff. My best friend Evie and I were swimming in a slightly more profound part of the Loch when my mother called us back onto the shore for a 'family emergency' back at the castle, it turns out it was just one of my sister's spells gone wrong which set fire to a curtain in the main hall. She caused quite the dramatics for the staff and my father wasn't exactly happy about my dear sister ruining his great-grandmother's chiffon curtains made from Egyptian fabric. Let's say he didn't allow my sister to use her grimoires for a long while.

My father was the type of man to punish someone if they did something wrong. For example, when any person in our lives dared to mess with him or when someone did something wrong in the bureau to which my father belonged, he would take them to the dungeons of our castle, chain them up and starve them for weeks, only giving them 1 small meal per week, just enough to survive on. Of course, he could never do that to us because our mother would find out and beat him black and blue. I walked into the kitchen one night to see him beating my mother after she cooked him a lamb dinner instead of beef, but he couldn't find his belt so he used the steaming hot pan my mother cooked the lamb on to hit her with instead. My father was a cruel-hearted wanker and an abusive cunt, and I know I should speak respectfully about the dead, but I'm glad he's gone. All I can do now is hope that he doesn't come back from the dead like every other idiot we knew did.

Moving on from those necessary details of just a few things my father did to us let's talk about me, Morgan le fay. Specifically, let's talk about my family, and more specifically let's talk about why they perished. I used to blame myself when I was younger for what happened to them but I realize now that it was a blessing in disguise, it may be rude and calloused to say this but it's the truth, their deaths freed me. And since their untimely deaths, I've been able to do what I want with my life.

My family was murdered by my now ex-boyfriend Jerome Valeska. He decided that he wanted my father dead after he found out what he did to people. He then thought that my mother was involved with it so he killed her too, he shot my father in the throat and hung my mother from the stairwell to make it look like some sick and twisted murder-suicide, I managed to hide my sister from his wrath but the trauma of seeing both her parents die right before her eyes had a highly negative effect

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10 years ago

we were both in the school talent show, performing swansong by Christopher Bruce when our partners ditched on us on the day we were supposed to dance.

"What do you mean you're not performing?" I said Hastily looking into Poppy's eyes for any sense of a joke, it was the hour of competition and she was bailing on me at the last second, I was pissed. "I need you, I don't have anyone to perform with if your not here Poppy, Please." I beg "I mean I'm not going to help you perform, I quit the duet Morgan, you can't change my mind" What a bitch, am I right? "Goodbye Morgan," She said so calmly I was blind with anger.