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...
"N-no man! I don't party! I quit, look at my arms," the guy says with fast words.
Jason nods with a sigh. He squats down next to the man. He could see the old track marks lining his veins. None of them were new. "You know," Jason says as he stands again and slowly paces around the man, "I knew this junkie once. She was always trying to hide her addiction." Jason pulls a knife from his ankle. "She'd shoot up in her jugular and cover it with her hair." Jason stands in front of the man again. "Sometimes she would shoot it into her feet," Jason looks over to Ace with nod.
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Ace goes over and removes the man's shoes and socks. There were no new needle pricks.
"See! I told you! I'm clean!" The man seems panicked.
"Sometimes she would shoot it into her legs. Is that where yours are?" Jason asks as he looks at his reflection in the knifes blade.
"N-no, I swear!" The man shouts.
Jason lunges forward and drives the knife into the man's thigh. The man screams as Jason crudely jerks at the knife, sawing his flesh and cutting open his pants. Jason jerks the knife out and rips the man's pants open even more. "Oooh, that's gonna need some stitches. You have insurance, right?"
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His eyes look over the man's thigh. He sees a trail of fresh track marks. He shakes his head in disappointment. "What are these marks here?" Jason muses and points with the tip of the bloody knife.
"U-uh t-they're bug bites," the man stutters.
Jason smirks and looks up at the loft of henchmen watching his every move, hanging on every word. "You know how to tell when a junkie is lying?" Not one sound is made. "When their lips are moving." Jason looks at the man. "I think it's safe to say you've been caught in a lie. But," Jason says and paces with his hands folded behind his back, "I'll overlook it if you tell me who you've been selling Mr. J's dope to."
"N-nobody, I've been using it," the man winces in pain.
"You took five kilos, shot it all up, then took ten more kilos just four days later?" Jason raises an eyebrow. "Damn, now that's what I call a party. You must have a ton of friends. If you shot up that much you'd be dead. You're lying to me and its starting to piss me off. We know you're selling the shit to someone, so who is it?"
