The Tragedy Of Arthur Fleck

Jokes.

It was a, not so pleasant day in Gotham City. For there was a man, dressed in what people thought was an embarrassing stupid outfit, standing outside on the streets with a sign trying to sell whatever his job had to sell. Arthur Fleck was his name. Arthur very much cared what the society thought of him. Arthur was different from- most. He has a mental disorder, causing him to laugh at very inappropriate times. All the poor man tried to do was make people laugh but, had trouble delivering his jokes due to anxiety and stress. He stood out in the street with his poorly done grease painted face, a clown wig poorly applied and a foam clown nose upon his own. He danced around with the sign, watching as people ignored and walked right past him. It was a gloomy, windy day. Traffic being jammed, trash and other items being blown around in the wind, car Alarms going off, police sirens echoed. As Arthur turned around to the building he worked at, he seen business was, low. He sighed to himself and set the sign against the building, gently taking off his wig to reveal his mid cut short, brown hair. He stepped back into the shop, getting dirty looks from his workers. "What?" He asked as one of them started to speak. "What are you doing Arthur?? Get back out there your hours aren't over!" He shouted at him. "Go back out? Have you seen the business here? No ones coming in, no one wants to buy this bullshit!" He raised his voice and slammed his fist on the table, causing the cups and other items upon it to shake. His worker sighed. "Go home Arthur." Arthur clenched his fists, then bursted our into uncontrollable laughter, his laugh was squeaky and high pitched. Without a word, he turned around and left. Once he was home, he ignored his mother, whom he lived with, her name was penny. He stepped into the bathroom and took his makeup wipes, poorly wiping off his grease paint. He washed his face and patted his face dry. He stepped out of the bathroom to greet his mother who stared blankly at him. "Why home so early." She asked and he shrugged as he slipped off his orangey-red coat, tossing it aside on the couch. "Dismissed early.." he mumbled under his breath. "Arthur how are you feeling? You need to think positive thoughts I told you this." She spoke as she arose to her feet, fixing her robe that wrapped around her. He sighed and before he could speak she cut him off In a soft tone, placing her hand upon his shoulder. "Are you having any negative thoughts?.." Arthur looked at his mother after she asked that question. His expression was soft but blank and annoyed. "You don't listen do you?" He whispered back, pushing her hand off his shoulder, pulling his gaze to the ground before his eyes met hers once again. "All I have Are negative thoughts.." he said before stepping away from her. She sighed and said nothing more. He went back to his small room and settled down on the creaky mattress. He ran a hand through his somewhat sweaty hair, closing his eyes as his head rested in the palm of his hands, going into deep thought. after a night of struggling to sleep, it was finally morning. 9:30am. Arthur arose from his sheets and let out a sigh, wishing whenever he'd fall asleep, he'd never wake up. But knowing his luck, he'd never get what he wanted. Once he was up and awake, brushing his teeth his eyes widened. He forgot he had applied at this bar to do a stand-up comedy show not too far down the road. He looked at the time, the show was scheduled at 7:30pm. he wanted his dream job as a comedian to come true, he had a notebook which he wrote stuff down, his biggest dream was to get on the famous, talk show host, Murray Franklins Tv show. He always daydreamed of what he would do if he ever got on there. Oh how nervous yet- excited he would be to show Murray some of his homemade Jokes. After getting ready, Arthur said goodbye to his mother, wanting to fetch himself some early breakfast, wanting to admire the shitty town of Gotham. As he walked down the sidewalk, he pulled his gaze away from society to zip up his jacket, it being another cold, gloomy and windy day out. As he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, he bumped into a group of three guys. He thoroughly apologized but the men didn't look too happy, maybe today just wasn't their day. "Watch where you're walking!" One yelled and he flinched. "Yeah you freak!" Another yelled causing him to flinch again. Arthur had a reason why he flinched, his childhood wasn't the best, child abuse being a big part of it. "Why you flinching?? You scared??" The third yelled and when Arthur tried to speak it all came out in small squeaks and stutters. Soon his disorder of laughing took over and he busted out laughing, did he mean to? Of course not, he was just trying to get something to eat. His body full of anxiety and stress as he laughed. All the males looked at each other before back at poor Arthur. "You think this is funny?" The first shouted and shoved him, Arthur stepped away, his laughter continued as he was pushed again. It seemed to be all the people around him didn't care, they didn't bother to look or help or even, do anything. Which hurt Arthur more than you would think. Since Arthur didn't listen to their question he was shoved to the ground. He tried to get up but every attempt he was kicked back down and insulted. The funny thing was, still no one stopped to help. Arthur was brutally beaten and for what? Trying to enjoy his day and fetch some food? He was insulted, spit at, kicked and hit. Until he was left with bumps and bruises, scratches and black eyes. The men left. Leaving him there to rot. Oh boy did Arthur cry, his nose bled, his bloodshot eyes poured out hot tears as his shaky arms wrapped Around his shaking self. He looked up, seeing all the people stepping over him, not even glancing. That caused him to break out in hard sobbing. 'So much for getting food' he thought to himself..

(AHH hello this is- chapter one of this train wreck- it's not that good but- ya girl BoReD and in love with the joker movie so YEET )