Send In The Clowns [ Arthur Fleck/Joker x OC]

Prologue: If You Go Away

Hi everyone, I'm a new writer here! I'll be remaining anonymous due to personal reasons but I'll probably come up with a writer's name soon. I got inspired to write this story for the upcoming movie, Joker. I've been drawn to this character ever since watching Batman the Animated Series as a little kid. When I saw they were going to be a solo-Joker movie my ears perked up and my curiosity grew! 

I'm not sure how long this is going to be - I have a lot of different scenarios into how this story is going to play out - all the way to The Dark Knight and perhaps even post-TDK. I'm starting to flesh some ideas out. My vision for this story starts a little bit in the beginning of the movie, same era, eventually into the Nolan-verse.

I haven't written anything in over 3 years, so please be gentle.

My writing style is very descriptive - I hope you guys don't mind! Since I haven't written in so long, it might be a little rocky at the start. Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. See you guys later!

P.S: A lot of the chapter titles will be inspired by Frank Sinatra songs that make me think of Arthur. 

**** SOME THINGS MIGHT CHANGE WHEN THE MOVIE COMES OUT, THE FIRST CHAPTER IS ONLY BASED ON WHAT I'VE SEEN IN THE TRAILERS/MY FIRST VIEWING. ****

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Part 1: If You Go Away 

I should have taken another subway.

I always found myself thinking about this as I reflect on the choices that I made throughout my life. Do you ever think about that? All the choices, that lead to connections only further leading to other connections. It can range from skipping a different road to get to your house faster, going a different route on your way to work, or even just sleeping in on a Saturday morning. All these overwhelming choices can even lead to your death.

I struggle with the thought of whether these choices influence our fate in this life. Do I make my own fate? Or does life just throw itself at me and I make my own decisions based on the number of cards that I have in front of me? I don't know if I'm the one to blame. Till this day I struggle with this train of thought, but I would have never have met the man who made me question this philosophy. I'm still trying to figure out if I'm grateful for meeting him in the first place. 

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It was in the midst of day in Gotham and the afternoon sun crawled towards the atmosphere of the city. The sun signified safety, crime wouldn't be as heavy and everyone felt more confident to be roaming around.  Heat gravitated over the people's skin, as they continued to move along amongst the waves of crowds. I was shuffling through my bag to find my subway fare pass. This was another day of routine for me, traveling aimlessly towards any potential opening lines of people. Despite Gotham slowly increasing in its crime level, it never stopped people getting into work on time.

Sounds of constant conversations, secrets being revealed, and the mention of a rising election traveled through my ears similar to the the harp-like-melodies that my grandmother sang to me in her sleep. However, all of this political talk paid no interest to me, this news was like a broken record on repeat. This wasn't the first time that a certain kind of group of people decided to give a rundown of the governance of Gotham. Even with countless years of the same strategy, nothing has changed...as if it had any potential to change at all to begin with.