how the cards fell (joker origin story)

Violent nights

I lay in bed alone in my solitary cell of white cushioned confinement. Sleep should have been inevitable but, my eyes refused to close and my ears appeared to like the sound of silence that they kept listening. It was as if they were expecting something to happen. Anything to happen.

It was interesting how the invasive white of the padded walls was dulled by the darkness of the night. It was actually rather comforting.

Then, ripping the silence to shreds, their came a loud crashing bang and a barrage of soothing screams that piqued my curiosity. I just had to take a look so, through the tiny window of my cage door, I peaked through. At first I saw nothing but, still heard a lot of screaming and now there was roaring and growling and snarling.

Out of nowhere came flying a mutilated guards bloodied body. It landed right in front of my cell and there appeared to be bite marks upon its body and it appeared to be missing an arm. Funny I don't recall hearing about a cannibal living here. It really does brighten up the mood when you're stuck in an asylum. I smiled. It's always good to see another nutters artwork. I gasped in amazement at the sight of the scaled monster that stormed into view in front of me. It was huge and dark green and it had toxic yellow yellow that appeared to see straight through you.

It was like a crocodile.

Without warning, more heavily armed guards began shooting at it but, most peculiarly, they didn't affect him. Its scales were its armour and its long bloodied claws and jaws were its swords. It tore through them. As though they were paper and it were scissors. The blood splattered the scenery painting the canvas red with violent fun.

The croc then smashed a fuse box and all the doors including mine opened. I could not believe my luck. I has been freed by the scaled cannibal.

Picking up a gun, I shot as many of the incoming guards as I could. Crocky dealt with the rest. Again blood sprayed everywhere in a decorative fashion. Some of it even landed on my face. It turned around and smiled at me.

"Teamwork," it growled out softly extending his paw like hand that I took, "come with me,".

The invitation was too good to resist so I agreed and he introduced himself as killer croc. The name certainly matched his personality although I think it should have been cannibal killer croc. We made our way through the corridors working together to kill guards and doctors alike.

Then I spotted Ed and Jimmy. I walked up to them and shot jimmy in the head multiple times in the head. There was so much blood that you couldn't see his face anymore. It wasn't much to look,at anyway.

"Nooo, how dare you? He was my best friend, I will kill you for this!" Ed roared.

I raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Click. I was out of bullets.

"Great, now I gotta improvise," I said and before he could speak I hit him hard over the head and he fell to the floor.

"Why you kill them" croc asked cocking his head to the side.

"I couldn't trust them, but, the thing is, Ed isn't dead," I answered smiling gleefully.

We carried on until we reached an ocean. "What do we do now?" I asked croc. He simply got on all fours and instructed me to sit on his back. I did and he swam me all the way to Gotham city docks.