Jokerorigin Stories

NOT MY ARTWORK https://www.tumblr.com/joxster-blog?source=share From Tumblr on the Joxster-blog He lost his mind when he thought he lost his family. Now, he's coming to take them back. Jack survived the toxic acid, but he couldn't survive the lie. When a corrupt government conspiracy stole his pregnant wife, Jeannie, and told him she was dead, Jack snapped falling to his knees in the Gotham rain and letting out the first, terrifying laugh of the Joker. Years later, his calculated war against the state brings him face-to-face with the government's ultimate weapons: an angelic, multi-winged superhuman assassin and her brutally sarcastic, hyper-intelligent super-soldier sidekick. But Jack doesn't see enemies. He sees the pastel eyes of his wife and the green-streaked hair of the son he never got to hold. To save his family from the brainwashing of a ruthless General, the Joker will have to do the most unpredictable thing he's ever done: regain his sanity, team up with a brother he never knew he had, and fight to bring his family home. Even if "home" turns out to be a sunny beach in Greece or a highly chaotic attic in Wayne Manor.

A Heath Ledger Joker Origin Story Bailey Wayne is the younger sister of billionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne by 5 years. As an 18 year old, she lives with her brother in their mansion on the outskirts of Gotham City. Jack Napier is the son of criminal mobsters, Frank and Cora Napier. As an 18 year old, he lives with his parents in a small, rundown house in the Narrows, within the heart of the Gotham. Gotham City is known by most to be a very dangerous city where in it darkness thrives in every corner. As crime rates continue to rapidly grow and Gotham becomes much less safer and unstable to live in, Bailey Wayne and Jack Napier must find a way to survive it with or without each other, or it might just cost them their sanity.

After the events of the Killing Joke (by Alan Moore and Brian Bolland) The origin story of one of the greatest villains of all time. This story explores the thoughts that run rampant in the Joker's mind. Please comment. This is my first story and I would sincerely appreciate any input or constructive criticism.

Jack Napier was probably the worst decision she'd ever made, but, he was also the best thing that'd ever happened to her, it was all just one, big joke. Too bad, not all jokes, are funny. A Joker origin story Disclaimer: I don't own any character from The Dark Knight, but Juniper Heden

//Note// this is a concept, not actual cannon, I've just got an idea for an origin about the Joker:) The man is alone. He walks through the street, listening to music through his earphones, his head hanging as the rain drenches him from top to bottom, completely and utterly alone, there are people around him, but they aren't there, not to him. His mind wonders to dark places, taking him through every dark thought he'd ever had, 'no!' He thinks, and he pushes the thoughts out of his head. For now. Jye Reeves is a man who is desperately trying to hold on to the good in the world, and bring happiness to it, but the world resists his attempts to help, and instead pushes him out, he is pushed and pushed until he can barely stand, finally one question remains... What breaks a man?

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