A Three Jokers Orgin story. So there's been a lot of Joker in the news lately. Lots of debate about giving him an origin story. Should he have one? Should it be multiple choice? Should it be a mystery? Well I'm curious by nature. I love the origin s...
Jack sat in the back of the class listening to the teacher giving a lesson. Jack already knows the lesson. In fact, Jack always knows the lessons. The third grader had an IQ much higher than anyone could believe. When the school tested him they found that he was at least a ninth grade level. But the school felt that he wouldn't fit in as a high school freshman. They felt he would thrive more for now by staying with kids his own age. But even Jack's age seems more than it is. When you looked Jack in the eyes you could see the old soul trapped in the young child. Jack couldn't identify with the children his own age either. He was too far ahead of them. Plus he was an only child, they usually always have trouble interacting with other children.
Jack was always very bored at school. He usually spent the time day dreaming or doodling. When it came time for tests his classmates would always cheat by seeing what answer he put. They knew he always had all the right answers. Once he put all the wrong answers, just to throw them off. All that did was get him lectured at by the teacher for not trying. Then she gave him the test all over again.
"Hey Jack," a man's deep voice whispers.
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Jack jumps and looks at the kids around him. None of them could have said it, they weren't even paying attention to him. Jack assumes that his mind is playing tricks on him or something. He continued with his doodling. Then he heard it again.
"Jaaack," the voice drawls out. "I know you hear me."
"What do you want?" Jack asks out loud and everyone turns to look at him. He felt his cheeks flush and he quickly looks down at his book. They giggle and whisper their little secrets about him until the teacher draws their attention back to the lesson.
Jack's hands reach up and cover his ears. "That won't make me go away," the voice tells him. "Don't you find this boring? Ugh, how hard is it to conjugate verbs? You should run to the front of the class and show your teacher that one she got wrong. Adults don't know everything."
Jack sticks his fingers in his ears, doing his best to silence the man that no one but him seemed to hear. Where was that man? Why was he the only one that could seem to hear it? Was it real?
"Nope. Still here," the voice almost growls. It gives Jack chills. "You can't silence me with hands or fingers. It doesn't work that way. No one but you can hear me. That's because I'm in your head Jack. Looks like that makes you crazy. So since I'm here and not going anywhere how about we draw a real special picture for your teacher. Draw her a nice picture of mommy and daddy. You know, how they were on the kitchen table?"
Jack's hand reaches down to his pencil and picks it up. He starts to draw out his little stick figure people. He drew his mother's mouth open, as if to be screaming. He drew her eyes closed with tears coming out of the corners. He drew her long hair being clenched in his father's fist. He drew their clothes half off. His father's other hand was drawn on the side of his mom's butt. He drew a big huge smile on his father's face.
