I was at home- if you could even call my drunk dad's one bedroom apartment a home- it was dark. Only it was 5:30, that I know. Why is it so dark out now? But I had to go to work so it didn't matter. On my way to work, it was quiet. Crime Alley isn't normally bustling but there is usually someone. It was all so surreal. There was a group of people following me, when you're an easy target (i.e a, small, young kid who relied in crutches)there were always a few weirdos who wanted something from you. Only this time, it was a group of men with clown masks and that was never a good thing to be around. Strutting out of the alley, the Joker stopped in front of me. "You, are very special to someone I need to get to-" I blocked out most of what he said but that was a kicker. "I think you have the wrong kid." Was all I said. "No, you're Forfax Springfield. And you're going to help my catch a little birdie." I didn't even have time to express how confused I was before I sacked by the blunt end of something metal- probably a gun.

*when I roused, I was in a dimly lit warehouse, I could hear the wind whistling outside and felt the cold creeping up my body, along with searing pain*