How did the Joker become the Joker?


That bloody night which was soaked up in the countless prickly drops of frozen water, the night where the clouds howled and thunder tore the sky, that night brought with it the dawn of a deep and dark future.


 
A young boy Sat beside his mother in a shelter that shouted poverty, waiting for his father, expecting food. Finally he saw a familiar face come inside the folds of the miserable space only to witness a terrible crime happen in front of him, which was going to change his life forever. The man that came in, drunk and frustrated couldn't confide himself anymore and knew that he had to let out his anger lest it would eat him and make him despise his own self. The way it was to be, no one would have thought, but then it happened. As angry and agitated as he was he put all his force and soul into one fatal blow that was to steal another's soul, the soul of the lady in front of him, the soul of the young boy's mother, the soul of his own beloved. He picked up a knife and tore apart the woman, the one who bore his child.
Having seen something as terrifying and depressing as the whole act was, the boy couldn't help but weep, weep all the water out that was in him. Little did he knew that this would irritate his inhuman father further more and would lead to his own demise. The Man, with the knife in his hand, begged for the boy to stop crying but was only met with denial. When there was nothing more he could have done, he moved towards his own child, with insanity on his mind, and carved out a Blood red grin across his face.
The young man, in as excruciating pain as it was, with a mouth full of blood, yet a smile across his face, could not have possibly taken anymore. He rose himself up and avenged his mother with the same weapon that was used to put her mother to death and a smile to his broken face.
The morning that followed was the one that witnessed the greatest villian of his age be born.

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