The Joker Imagines (Jared Leto)

Who Is He? Pt 2

Three days had passed and everything was like nothing had happened. Well, not exactly everything. I was different, and not only for the bruises, my limp or my dark eye. I wasn't speaking, I wasn't snapping at my mom nor giving trouble. I cried myself to sleep those nights and smoked the double I normally did. I hadn't looked at my mom once since the fight. But the guy came back and he was in the couch watching tv. As always. The time when he came back I paralized or a few seconds and he just acted normal like if he hadn't hit the shit out of us. And so did my mom. I hated her. I really hated her. She couldn't do this to me.

So the only time I had alone with her that same day I did it. She was sitting at the little table in the kitchen where I got closer to her. I sit down infront of her. She looked at me. This was the first time since a few days. And I think she hadn't have looked at me because my bruised face made her feel guilty. If that was the case then good. She deserved it.

—Who is he?

At the beginning she gave me a confused look.

—Who is my dad, mother?

She remained silent. Fuck how mad she made me. I hit the table with my hand and she jumped in her place.

—How stupid are you?! How much more pain you want to cause me?! I'm your daughter damn it! Tell me who the hell is J!

At the mention of the initial she opened her eyes and tears filled her eyes.

—H-Ho-How do you know?

—I saw your tattoo, do I have to show you the picture I took or you are going to stop hidding me this shit?

—Dear I—No. You don't understand, do you? I'm not giving you any more chances. You are going to tell me and you are going to tell me right now. Who. Is. My. Father?

A sob escaped from her and a silent word was heard between her crying. A word I didn't catch at first.

—What?

—The Joker for Christ sake! The Joker is your Goddamn father! —she shouted this at my face and sighed heavily.

Fucking hell. So a psycho murderer famous for killing people for fun and being the archenemy of Batman was my dad. Yup. I can't say my life is boring though. I honestly didn't know how bad this was. I mean he's sick but so I am. He's a psychopath and I'm depressed. Both are mental issues. Is not like he actually choose it. Of course I can't say killing people is okay but it's not really his fault. I kill myself everyday a little so it counts too. Fuck I'm defending a murderer. But is my dad... You can't just not love your dad, specially when you haven't meet him. I want to give him a chance. Is not like my mom was the best parent ever so why not? Though I could get killed by the men who created me. But then again I don't care about my life, it's hardly going to get worse than it is.

—Please, Cassie, please —she was sobbing and I looked at her.

—He didn't want me did he? I was a mistake. You didn't plan me either. I bet you even wanted to abort me, didn't you? —an empty laugh fell from me.

Brilliant. So here may be the reason of my deppresion. Not the bad life nor the lack of a father. It was the absence of love in my life. I was right. I don't belong here. The world didn't need me here. I wasn't supposed to exist. Fuck hahahahaha. Of course I felt useless. I'm not supposed to be here.

—Don't you dare say things like that Cassandra! Obviously I choosed having you! How can you say that to me?! I have spent my life doing sacrifices for you, for us! I had lost my dignity so we could survive! How can you just be so mean?!

—Oh wow, thanks I feel a lot better now, yay. —I rolled my eyes at her.

—He didn't want you okay that's right, but... how could he? He has no heart Cassandra, he kills people, children everyday! He's out of his mind honey! But I'm not. I defended you. I ran away the moment I saw his reaction, I protected you! We are fortunate he didn't chase us!