Hey guys, its's me! Been awhile since I've posted anything, college has kept me super busy. But in the time I was away, I kept up with drawing and got some new art tools so hopefully ill post more frequently. Also im gonna try to organize this account better and try to make more edits to keep things interesting. Enjoy!
Gotham City, a hell on earth for anyone unlucky enough to be born there. Well, if you're poor that is. The rich always for have it easier than the rest. That's just the unfairness of the world.
When you're born poor in the slums of Gotham, you have two choices: You become a criminal or you'll become an addict. Most of the times it's both. And if the police don't catch you, death will. When you're born in Gotham and you're not from a wealthy family, you might as well immediately give up in life.
A drug addict and a criminal decided that they would have a child together. As if they didn't want the child to have any chance at all in life. Miraculously, the child survived the pregnancy as well as the mother. And with the amount of drugs taken, it was a biological wonder that neither the child or the mother overdosed.
The child was a boy. And the first thing his father did with the boy? Try selling it to Two-Face to get rid of his huge debt with the criminal kingpin. It didn't work. Of course it wouldn't work, why would anyone want the child?
The child's childhood was bleak. His parents were always fighting. And if they weren't hitting and yelling at the other, they would do it to the child. The child had no love for either of them. He would have been better off without them. So much better.
"Jason! Are you listening to me?!" Willis yelled and looked down at the boy.
Jason gave a soft nod and kept his gaze down. If you don't look him right in his eyes, the chances of getting beaten were smaller.
"Yes, dad. I am..." He said softly. "I don't know where it is. I didn't take it..." he said.
"If I find out you took it, things won't end pretty." Willis growled and walked out of the room, leaving the boy alone.
Jason walked to his room and closed the door. Lifting up his mattress, he took the gun that he had taken from his father's nightstand and held it tightly. He rather has it in his hands than his father's. Especially since his father had a bit of a drinking issue.
The door opened and his father narrowed his eyes at Jason.
"You little shit... You do have it!" He started unbuckling his belt.
"You made me very angry, Jason. Now give it here!" he yelled.