Why So Serious (Joker) {complete}

i. Prologue

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Prologue

I inhale deeply, biting the inside of my lips. The last time I was in Gotham City, it was a bad time in my life. No, it was the worse time of my life. I can feel my heart racing with memories; the feeling of dread catches in my throat, and it becomes hard to swallow.

I was ten the last time I was here. I had long, brown hair that was always tangled no matter how much or long you brushed it. I was eating dinner at my kitchen table in my childhood home: a small house on the outskirts of the city. The lights from the city glowed from the kitchen window above me.

My mother, who I could never truly love and never truly loved me, came home more drunk than I ever seen her. I sat there and watched her kill my father; shooting him in the head as he sat, his back turned, reading the newspaper.

Out of my trance, I stood as she turned to me. She grabbed a knife off of the kitchen counter and stalked toward me. I wasn't fast enough, and she grabbed me by my hair.

She sliced the corners of my mouth. She beat me, over and over, until I screamed, creating gashes instead of cuts. She finally stopped when the cuts reached my cheeks.

"Now, my darling, you're always smiling." I could smell the alcohol in her breath.

As she reached for the knife she dropped due to the drunk-ness, I grabbed my glass Coke bottle from the table and slammed it on her head.

I ran before I knew she was dead. I grabbed a backpack of things, and headed straight for the door.

The last thing I remember on my way out is the smell of blood and vomit, and seeing the newspaper on the ground with blood splattered on it.

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