A Jokers Image

2AN : hi everyone, so this my first proper story on watt-pad, i have written a poem and a story extract but not a story. i would love you you to vote or comment and just say weather i should carry on with the next chapters or not. 

WARNING i can't spell and my grammar is terrible, sorry, some of my scenes are very much adult fiction, they will contain sexual content and Strong language.

chapter 1) if only he wouldn't of noticed

i keep my head down low as i push my way though the crowd, even though i know it won't do any good. a freak like me even in the side were they worship the bad guys i stick out like a sore thumb.

as i am pushing though a batch of people when i get pushed, hey freak they shout get out of the way. yep that's me freak weirdo, after my father molded me isnthe image of the joker when he out witted the batman.

you see in our little world we are not like other people, we worship the bad guys, the villains and crocks, and after the joker out witted batman he is now golden balls. most people in tribute just wear the same purple suit as him and write his name on there t-shirt, but owe no my father goes all out and molds me into a exact copy.

ever since i was little i have been made to talk walk, and act like the joker. my hole life basically evolves around him.

i can hear people around he cheering, means the joker must of arrived. i am almost running though the crowd pushing people out of the way, desperately trying to leave before he notices me.

its just at that moment when i am just about almost out of the crowd, when i can hear his voice booming out over the crowd.

"hello my loyal subjects, i bit you hello"

i am about to turn around and face the joker, when BAM, the wind is knocked out of me and i am thrown to the floor. everything go blurry for a Minuit, i can hear the crowd hush.

when the blueness fades, my eyes focus on a face close to mine shouting.

"hey freak get up, are you some type of in poster, what do you think you are doing coming hear looking like that"

i slowly get up to my feet, only to be punched in the stomach and kicked to my knees. i look down to see red liquid dripping on the pavement underneath me, and i know its not the die my father uses to colour the scar on my face.

in the background i can hear the microphone turn off and someone jump down from the stand. the crowd parts and i can see two Brown shoes in the corner of my eye and the outline of a purple jacket. i know its the joker.

AN: hi, so this is my first chapter, i hope you liked it. please vote and comment, and just say weather i should carry on with this story or not.