// (Y/N) 's POV //
I wasn't quite sure what to say. Hell, I didn't even know whether or not I believed him or not. Yeah, he may have been right about Bruce's identity, but how was I supposed to know that he wasn't lying about this?
I mean, he could've just read up on the newspapers that wrote on my parent's murder. He could've gotten information out of the cops who had been there to investigate.
There was one thing I couldn't explain away though..
How did he know about the miscarriage if nobody outside my immediate family, including Bruce, knew about it? I mean... The pregnancy ended in the first trimester, nobody would've been able to figure out anyways.
I looked the Joker in the eyes.
"Are you gonna tell me what happened or am I just supposed to guess?"
He sat down in a chair across from me and began to speak.
// The Joker's Narration (his POV)//
" I was involved with some... bad people.. At school. It wasn't my choice originally. They made some pretty convincing threats. I wasn't scared of the threats of them hurting me... as you can clearly tell by my face.
They threatened you... mom and dad too.
One day.. the big boss.. if you will.. Mike was his name..
he told me to kill someone... and said hat if I didn't... then all three of you would die. So without thinking, I said yes."
I looked at Y/N , regret in my eyes.
"Mike wanted me to kill his seven year old brother.. for reasons I still don't know."
I paused, twirling my knife between my fingers, then continued my story.
I told her about how I couldn't go through with it. About how when Mike found me that night, he dragged me outside... in the rain... and told me that he had you.... mom... and dad killed. He carved the scars into my face and said, "When you go to their funeral.... you're gonna fucking smile."
I told her about how I ran over to the family home as soon as he let me go.
Mom had already died, and you weren't at home, luckily, but dad... he was still alive... slowly bleeding out.
He took one look at me and scoffed.
"So now you show up.." he said, " you ungreatful slut....."
His last words to me were him telling me that this was my fault. That I caused their deaths.
I left... I didn't know what to do but run as far and as fast as I could.
I stood up, and went to walk away, but I hesitated to ask Y/N one more question.
"Would you have done it, Y/N..? Would you have killed that kid?"
