This came to me in a dream, if you're gonna read it, thankyou very much :) I would have posted it tommorow, but i just finished it so i thought why not. If you've seen the dark night thats how i pictured it being told, with Heath Ledgers joke voice. The comma's are where he's hesitant, if you've seen it you'll know that he pauses a lot. Please leave a comment, and thanks for reading it, hope you enjoy.
Well…When I was younger, hmmm…Late teens shall we say….Back when I was ‘normal.’
Normal. Ha.
I lived in a little town called ‘Las Vegas’….Perhaps you heard of it. Home of casino’s, gamblers, whatever you want to call it. Hell, maybe.
I hated it; it was my father’s choice…My father.
My father, was a drunk. A recovered al-co-holic. Despite that he did pretty well for himself, I suppose….He was the manager of the biggest bank in Vegas.
Every week he’d sit behind a little desk, and money would come rollin’ into his account…Over ten million a year. And he’d spend each little penny of it.
We lived….In a mansion. Twelve bath-rooms…And of course a lovely big safe. Full of money, money, money, money…
My mother loved it. The jewellery, oh that jewellery! She’s spent each minute of day light picking out which one to wear that night, at all the parties they went to. For when the mayor visited. When she had a weekly ‘women’s casino night.’
I was nineteen when I got my job in ‘the bank’…
It…Pretty much sucked.
I was my father’s ‘assistant.’
Basically, it was my job, to get cups of coffee, for my dad, whenever her felt he ‘needed’ one. Ha dee ha dee hah.
So the days went by, and my dad was starting to become proud of me. For the first time…Ever. He didn’t bother me to get off my ass anymore. He stopped trying to get these ‘Crazzzy’ ideas out of my head.
But one day I decided it wasn’t worth it anymore. My father, wasn’t worth pleasing anymore. I needed money to get me out of Vegas. I needed it fast. I needed to get out of the bank.
I wanted to be in a circus. Make people laugh. That’s all I ever, really, wanted. Just to see them smile….But my father…He wouldn’t hear of it.
Of course I wasn’t going to resign. Boring with a capital B-O-R-E.
So…Of course….I robbed my own bank.
But this is back when I was a teenager, hmmm. Didn’t know the art that is, crime. Well, in my opinion I was doing them a favour…All those big shots…Well, they didn’t need it.
So I got caught. First time in prison, felt like my right of passage. Ha ha.
But. Being a hot shot in a bank, my father new practically every cop in the state.
They knew me. Who I worked for…What I did….Who’s assistant I was.
I was bailed, via a phone-call. Sounded like an awk-ward, conver-sation.
Out of prison, money in my pocket. I hit the casinos.
Bad a bing bad a boom….Cards, games, cards, money…
I always…Liked poker the best…Poker, money, money, money, money… Ace, diamond, heart, queen, spade, club, jack, king, joker.
All of it was gone. Every little penny I owned. In the space of…Two hours…?
Just….Like my father.
That’s when I got angry. So angry….I hadn’t ever felt that angry before.
Walking home was like…Well it was like the new me. I mean just look at me now huh? Look at me! Ha ahah ha… This is who I really am! It took that to realise it. The prospect of me being like my father was un-bearable.
When I walked in the door there was something….different…About the house. The air was cold. I didn’t mind that….But our heating bills wouldn’t normally suggest our house was often cold.
I got ready to face my father. Boy was I gonna tell him my ideas! Make daddy, proud. Make daddy regret, each, little, dollar he ever wasted.
That’s all that people ever do in modern life. Waste and spend, waste and spend! Full…speed….ahead.
See, I believe, money is a material…Pieces of green paper. See, I always thought that it didn’t matter in life. It didn’t count as success, not really. Don’t bother asking me what my idea of success was….It just…Didn’t involve the green paper.
I walked into my lounge. Big lounge, lots of happy memories. Ha.
My father was on the couch, with my mother next to him.
But that’s was when I realised there was something wrong. Hmmm, something…. terribly wrong. My father, had a small little glass in his left hand. That was it.
He had managed to be sober for eight years, and I had broke him. Ha! I was guessing he’d been fired too…
But then I saw my mother. Things went from bad to worse…Kinda quickly. He had a knife, in his right hand. My mother had been stabbed right in the stomach, and her blood stained our bright white carpet.
My father turned to me. This was when I just felt hatred boil inside me, just the thought of this man made me want to rip his heart out, bit by bit!
‘Why so serious?’ he asked me. ‘Why so serious?’
He sticks the blade in my mouth; ‘Lets put a SMILE on that face.’
He left when he saw what he’s done to me…I went to the bathroom first, mopped up the blood. Then somehow I managed to stitch myself up…
That was… when I changed.
I burnt everything. My name. My clothes. My…Ident-ity.
Dyed my hair…Put on the make-up…No one knew me, but this time, for the first time…I knew myself. He he.
I became the Joker. A card that’s either the most important in the game, or tossed aside and not involved. Idle, alone, the Joker.
I moved to Gotham, and got involved in this whole ‘batman’ business.
Messy stuff, but most people know that story. They said I killed innocent people. I said I killed followers of a guilty cause.
….And now I’m here. Arkham Asylum.
I find it funny how I’m the last sane person in the world…Yet I’m here with the most insane.
I’m not insane, I’m not insane….I’m not insane. I’m not.
