Growing up in Gotham you adopted crime as a means to live. You saw the corruption in the city, and could see the light from the dark. One night, you came across the wrong clown. As he finished his joke you could feel the life slip from you. The Greek God Of War took an interest in your rage though. . But what will happen as time progresses? (Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story AT ALL everything goes to its respective companies. That goes to images as well!)
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