DustVox
(this is my first story, however, I do have experience of writing a story, so hopefully you all enjoy this.)
Y/n was an average man before becoming the joker.
Or realistically just becoming disfigured...
His face was seared with acid which resulted in him looking horrible.
He painted his face with makeup praying that it would cover his ugly face but... That was not the case.
Every person that came across him ran away, mothers would pull their children away.
Y/n had decided to adopt the name joker after one of the kids called him a clown.
Perhaps the name was birthed after his constant torture, belittling and discouragement from doing anything.
He had no job, no happiness... No love.
He doesn't hate not as much as he wants to. He always holds it back.
There's no one to help him, but maybe just maybe something could change in his life.
Something new could happen.