KevinJokerNightly

"Who were his parents and how did they orphan him"? The man told her about me and where I came from. She looked at him and then me saying "he's a homeless folk child". The man looked down at me and started to talk in a different language like before. Madam sat down behind a desk and carried on with the conversation in the same language. When they finally stopped talking Madam called for the rusty sounding man as she thanked the man in front of me. He bowed and then looked at me saying "I leave you in the loving hands of Madam. She will take care of you until you find a new home". The rusty sounding man opened the door to Madam's office and

*4 years after the shootings of the homeless folk on Joker's 9th birthday* I had grabbed the journal that my mother always wrote in thinking I would keep the only thing she owned close to me. I didn't know it was from my Father. After reading it for the first time I cried. Years passed before I could write, but once I could I wrote everything down about the day I lost my friends and family. Once the cops were gone and night had fallen I slowly climbed out of the tree. When I hit the floor I quickly checked on my mother but she was gone. I started to cry for her loss. After I finally found the strength to leave my mother I went on a search f

I found this little boy wrapped up in a blanket in the middle of this god forsaken abandoned by wearhouse. He was screaming and crying. I thought he was left here to die but there was a man laying on the floor next to him with a bullet wound to the head. Looks like a mugging gone wrong, but then I found this journal. In it the man says that he is going to leave this baby to the fate of nature as he goes to the other side to be with his beloved, but I don't find a gun anywhere. So I think he ran into trouble before hand. Oh well. I will take care of this infant until it can take care of its self. *5 years, 3 months, 5 days and 10 hours lat