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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JACK STARED to the poster that was glued against the brick wall of an establishment named Smile and Laugh. Early in the morning, after gulping his black coffee, he immediately drifted into the City with hopes that he could finally have source of income before the end of the month. Luckily, his three hours strolling came to something.
"They are hiring a part-timer entertainer?" he said, stroking the paper. "This is probably my chance." Ripping it off, Jack folded the paper and kept it inside his pocket. Pushing the door open, an old man appeared to approach him
"What can I do for you, young man?" he asked when he eyed him.
"I've seen notice outside this building. You're hiring, aren't you?"
"Yes we are. Are you good?"
"Yes. Yes, sir." A smile plastered across his chapped lips when hopes entered him. This was it. He was gonna have the opportunity.
"Well, see you tomorrow morning."
Jack nodded, gasping in excitement. All the buildings he tried to apply had turned him down. But that one became his luck. Grabbing the poster off his pocket, he put it up in the air and kissed it.
On the next day, he found himself almost getting pissed when the owner asked him to show off his talent in front of few people for the upcoming show later at night. Why he couldn't act when he knew he liked to be a successful comedian?
Jack stood there on the stage with his palms already coating in perspiration; his heart started throbbing as if it was complaining to take off.
Oh god! Not now!
His surroundings became so heavy to handle with inaudible sounds from the owner whose face was covered in severe disappointments.
I'm going to lose it. . .
And he didn't go wrong. He was pushed outside of the entertainment building and walked to the nearby pub.
In there, he sat at his conventional seat and gawked to his rum while swirling it. How could he tell his wife that he lost the opportunity? The smile on her face awhile ago bothered him because she was expecting probably that he had the job. But now, instead of bread, it turnedout to a stone.
He didn't want Jeannie to end up on the street; he didn't want her to be homeless. . .
"Stupid moron! How could you. . ." His voice trailed off as his eyes started steaming. Jack sniffed when he mopped his face assuming that it could wipe away the miseries. It was somehow bursting.
"Seems we have problems here," Rough voice from behind poured his hearings. "We can help, you know."
Looking over his shoulder, he saw Elmer and George- his old fellows from his former occupation last month.
