About Me
Most People Think they know my True Origin, the truth of it is, When I was 15 years old, I left home to pursue my dream of becoming a stand-up comic. When that dream crumbled around me, I started hanging around the neighborhood Gangsters trying to find a job. By the age of 18 I was working for a local Gotham crime boss, I was known as the Red Hood. At that time I had a pregnant wife at home and times were tough, While out on Business, A Rival gang targeted my Pregnant Wife and Brutally killed her along with my unborn child. After the accident, I was in a constant state of shock, I quit my work with the crime lords of Gotham and slowly slipped off into my own little world. A year had passed since my Wife and unborn child were slain, and I had gone the whole time with not a wink of sleep. And one day, I saw on the News, the two gunmen who murdered my family, were both found dead in an alley way behind the old Gotham pub. They were very brutally murdered.
A few weeks later, the Crime boss who ordered the hit was found in a garbage bin at the local hospital. Soon after that I started receiving threatening notes in the mail, stating that he was my Guardian angel, who came to avenge my loss and free me. A few more weeks went by and I was receiving a letter or token from this mysterious Guardian on a daily bases. Finally I received one telling me to meet him at the Ace Chemical plant on the 6th floor, and to come alone. The Strange thing was, once I got there, Nobody showed up. And then it happened, I walked passed a mirror and I saw him, he looked a lot like me, but there was something different, something darker, evil even. He began to explain to me that he was a part of me, split off since that horrific day my family was taken from me. He had been slumbering inside for a full year, and finally found a way to get out. He said his name was Joker, then He grabbed me by the throat and we began to fight, throwing punch after punch at each other, slamming each other through windows and trash cans, until, we both went over the railing, falling 6 stories into a vat of chemical waste. Between the trauma of the fall and chemical waste itself, this fall killed both Jack Napier and Joker. When the Paramedics arrived on the seen, The chemicals had radically changed my appearance, giving me this trademark white skin and green hair. They tried to relieve Mr. Napier, and they were successful in relieving the body, but it was no longer Jack Napier who occupied it, For Jack was gone for forever, and all that remained was. . . . The JOKER !
