Villains

The Joker (1)

Behind the infamous Joker's smile was pain. Behind the infamous Joker's smile was love.
Behind the infamous Joker's smile was death.

And boy, he brought death. When the Joker was a little boy, and a growing boy at that, the Joker who was known back then as Andrew Jakobson. He was the son of a loving mother and a father who had abandoned him as a child.

Born colour blind, when his mother tried to colour his hair, he coloured his hair which he thought was brown but it was half purple and half green when he was the thinking it was brown and dark brown. But he was incorrect. And due to following dyes giving him illnesses, a certain illness, his skin turned a pale shade and his eyes turned a green with flecks of brown. A kind of hazel colour.

His mother always made him laugh and made him laugh uncontrollably. Her name was Maria Jakobson. She had a pointy, mid-flat nose with a small mouth used for yelling at her best friend, Jordan Short. Maria had small short legs and a wide waist, a big back and brown hair. But she wasn't only funny, she was deceiving and she was cruel at times.

She had the ability to trick her clients as a banker and steal their money without them noticing. Some say she was a banker, a hair stylist, gardener, an auto electrician, a rich gamer, and a princess. The truth was, the Joker's mother was a con artist. And boy she was good.

Maria frowned angrily, "That bitch, Caleb accused me of stealing my client's money."

Andrew looked up, "Did you?"

"Of course I did. I just didn't realise that getting accused of doing something was a big drama as well." sighed Maria. She coughed a little bit before returning to her long, dragging story with little bits of her comedic side within. "And then she said, 'I caught y'a! And so I release y'a from y'a spell!' And with that the handsome prince turned into a frog which is who he was in the first place." finished Maria.

Andrew chuckled. "My little joker.. I think it's time for bed." Maria laughed. Joker is what Maria called her son because he laughed and laughed just like a joker of sorts. And it was also kind of a pet name but he adored it and he adored her.

God, adored? When I say adored.. I mean adored. He loved his mother. She was one of a kind. And he thought she was a total goddess. The thing was, Maria was just getting sicker, sicker and sicker. She just couldn't get better. All of her food and water was passed through a pump and she was confined to a wheelchair.

Maria had not only survived two strokes but also contracted pneumonia and in rare cases, a condition that made her forget her own name. Suddenly Maria let out a whooping cough and she fell out of her wheelchair, tumbling to the ground. "Call 911." She managed to croak out before going unconscious.

Andrew had gone to medical training before and so he checked her pulse and there was none. He checked another area and still no pulse. He gave thirty chest compressions within two minutes and still no luck. Shit.

And 911 was supposed to be on their way. But they weren't even close. Stuck in traffic. Goddamn it. "Andrew? My little joker. Please, they're not coming. You know they can't save me this time. I'm not going to make it. Please continue my legacy. Please have a better life than I and make everyone laugh. Put a smile on everyone's face. *cough* Will you do that for me?" Maria wheezed.

Andrew nodded, tears streaming down everyone's face. "Smile, my Andrew. If only the world had your smile, my little joker." Maria cooed losing breath. Andrew forced a smile but burst into tears.

"I can't lose you too, Mama." He cried.
"You won't lose me. I'm always.. in here." Maria whisper as she tried to reach up and point towards his fast beating, crying heart that ached for his mother, "My little joker.. you will never lose me for good."

And with that, the Joker's mother died in his arms. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Nothing.