Gerard way was his birth name.
That name never lasted long.
You see, when Gerard was a young boy, he was heavily abused by his father. He would slap him and laugh tauntingly for not smiling in his presence.
Gerard was always too afraid to smile.
This continued for 13 years.
One afternoon, Gerard had went into the kitchen to see his mother standing there, cutting up some sort of vegetable with a large knife. He knew that if she didn't make dinner, she would get hurt more than Usual. Gerard smelt the food, knowing none of it would be for him.
Gerard soon heard the door slam open, scaring the two in the kitchen. They knew they were in for it. He could tell by the sloppy stomping that his father was deeply drunk and walking straight towards them. He walked in and saw the only just chopped vegetables, nothing else done.
"No food?" He asks questionably. It doesn't have that evil sound to it yet, but that doesn't clear the tension.
"I-I'm Sorry, Don. It'll be done righ-" She gets slapped by the rough hand, stopping her from talking. She looks back at him, holding the knife towards Don defensively.he chuckles darkly at her pathetic attempts to keep him away.
"What are you good for if you can't even cook?" Gerard backs against the wall as The buff madman steals the knife away from his wife.
"I might as well not keep you around anymore" He says, a malicious grin growing on his face. He then plunges the knife into her stomach, again and again as Gerards face Dropped to horror. Don Way Cackled in laughter as he continued stabbing, then finally just slits her throat to get rid of the rest of her heat. She was officially dead, her soul leaked from her body. He turned towards Gerard now, finally noticing Gerard was in the room.
"Why do you always frown gerard?" He asks, stepping towards The young just turned teenager tries to scoot into the wall, not getting anywhere. Don just laughs.
"Why So Serious?" He asks, slowly walking towards Gerard.He chuckles as he gets closer to the trembling boy, leaning down to his level. He twirls the knife on his finger before suddenly sticking it in the boys mouth.
"Why So Serious?" He says, carving up into a Chelsea grin on the now screaming boy. Blood leaks from the torn skin and muscle. he does it to the other side, tearing upwards in the poor boy. Gerard Just lets out gurgled screams, his mouth filling with his own blood.
Gerard would've died that night, drowning in his own blood, if it weren't for his paranoid neighbors who called the police once hearing the boys screams. they sewed the cheeks shut, only leaving long thick red scars.
He soon was put into foster care, going from house to house. The foster homes were each terrible, all looking terrified of him because of his fathers mark on him. The same father who Died from a lethal injection almost a year before the change occurred.
It was a spring day, almost time for his Junior year to let out.
The other teens all bullied him, he was always alone. Just him and his Chelsea smile. They all thought he was disgusting for the obscene scars, so they ridiculed him and banished him from having friends. His thoughts slowly became more sinister the more he was taunted and ignored. The teen still never smiled, not really ever learning how to and Never having anyone to make one appear.
One day, Gerard was in the locker room, just finished changing, when some of the taunting boys walked in.
"Oh look boys it's the clown. The Joker. Tell us a funny story, Fool" He shoves the thinner boy to the ground, laughing when his head hits the stones.
"That's all you are, Gerard. A Joke." another of them says, Harvey was his name. He was a sick person, shoving down his sick thoughts with idiotic teenage 'fun'. The group of four beat the weaker teen, bruising him and leaving him on the ground.
Harvey was the last to leave, turning around to lean next to Gerard's darkly spotted face.
"You're Just a Joke. Nothing More. You will never be able to be more." He then stands, spits on Gerard, and leaves.
Gerard never forgot that day, Because he wanted vengeance.
Vengeance was Gerard's middle name.
So one day, almost two weeks after the incident, Gerard pranks Harvey in the most evil way possible. He tortured him, He did and said awful things to The Teen who tormented Gerard.
Gerard knew that he was going to hell for all of his sins, But he also knew that Harvey one day would be coming with him.
When people found the teens, Harvey all beaten and cut while Gerard was covered in blood, The people asked in fear "What happened?"
Gerard only replied with "It's Just A Joke."
And for the first time in the entirety of his life, He laughed. He laughed and smiled and cried joyfully as they Dragged him into a Police car to take him to the Mental Institution.
From that point they didn't call Him Gerard anymore.
He was,
He is,
He will forever be,
The Joker.
Because that's all He ever was.
A Joke.
