Previously entitled MONSTER
BATMAN: THE KILLING JOKE FANFICTION
A nameless man appears behind his skull. Familiar sketch, a familiar event- the emotions he have buried for so long. Joker is lost for those pictures that keep on haunting him, especial...
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"AN ANSWER TO our growling tummies."
His breath got stuck in his lungs when those words were dropped on him. Were they going to cook him?
"W-What do you want?" he asked; voice shaking. "I am not exactly you think-"
He jumped in his stance when the man on the right side clung his tattooed arm around his neck, putting his head in a head-lock.
"You know, my friend," he said.
". . .y-you're not my friend."
"Shut up!" He suddenly swung his fist and left a hard blow against the victim's abdomen.
Groaning, he clutched his arm over his stomach, looking around in hopes that someone might see what's happening. But the question was: who would help him if he was on a narrow street where mobsters and snatchers used to sneak off?
"Give us what you have!" he hissed into his ear. "And we are done!"
Now. Those men were more like him. Probably starving to death. And in able to pour some delicious meals in the pit of their stomachs, they would do such things like kicking around.
"I-I have nothing!" Panic engulfed his normal tone. "Do I look like a bank? You see, I'm soaking wet. I don't even have umbrella!"
"We don't care!" The man in the middle stretched out his arm to his companion on his left side. Then, to his surprise, a silver sharp thing shone so bright when it got revealed.
"Please, sir." He rubbed his palms together in anxiety. "I don't have anything. I'm telling you the truth."
Cackles emitted from their throat as the man they tried to rob started asking for any sympathy.
". . .please." He begged; eyes began leaking with forming tears. If ever those darkhearts stole his life, who would be taking care of his wife?
The one who's holding the knife went toward him and pointed its keen edge t to his eyes. "Give anything you have in exchange for your life."
His breath ceased, with thoughts swirling in his mind. The handful money he had with him was the last he could give to his wife for them to spend until tomorrow morning. He wouldn't surrender that!
"I said, I-I don't have money . . .please just let me go home."
The three gave him a mocking look.
"What about scooping out your insides and sell them huh?!"
He gasped, shaking his head. "Jesus! Please, have mercy! I-I have a pregnant wife! Don't kill me!"
