Letters From Jack
Death
She hardly slept that night. So, with less than two hours of sleep, she tossed her legs off the bed and then got on a start for the day. She showered, hoping to wake herself up. Once she was showered she slipped into a pair of jeans, and a flimsy t-shirt. She didn't bother with make-up, and just tossed her damp hair up into a clip. She put some coffee on, and then walked outside. She paid a special fee each month to get a daily newspaper at her door. She opened the door and sure enough her paper was there. She picked it up, looked at the front page and then dumped it in the trash seeing the front page.
Of course, it would be his face on the cover. She climbed up on the stool, and placed her elbows on the counter as she waited for the coffee to drip. She didn't know why but she had a feeling that until she actually spoke with Jack Napier then she wouldn't be able to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his painted face, and then it would flash back to his youthful face. She couldn't believe it took so long for her to actually see the similarities in him.
The coffee finished, and then she poured herself a cup. She sipped on the contents and began to wonder on how exactly she was going to find Jack. She knew she just couldn't look his name and number up in the phone book, she was betting on it to be unlisted. She also knew that Susie probably had no idea what his current address was. Did he even have a current address? She groaned, as she gripped to pieces of her hair. How was she suppose to find this man if the cops themselves couldn't find him?
After drinking two cups of coffee, she decided to go out into the town. It wasn't like she was going to find him sitting inside her apartment. She slipped on a pair of Nike sneakers, and then walked out into the crisp air of Gotham. She had no desired destination in mind, so she just began walking down the street. She didn't smile at people this time. She just kept to herself and walked slowly, thinking about how she was suppose to find Jack.
She noticed she had walked quite a long time. She had no track of time, and didn't even know what street she had wondered on until she looked at the street sign. She then realized she was on the same street that Susie Napier lived on. She looked down and saw the house where the elderly woman lived, but she also saw something that made her heart stop. She saw an ambulance right outside her house. She began walking down towards the house at a quicker pace.
People were gathered around the fence, as they watched them pack her body out of the house. She was on a stretcher, and her body was covered, even her face.
"I can't believe she's gone." One woman sobbed, "I went over to ask to borrow some sugar. . . and she didn't come to the door, so I just walked in assuming she was sick, but I found her laid back on the recliner, with her eyes closed."
Zoey's raised her hand up and clamped it over her mouth. She couldn't believe Susie Napier was dead. The woman had been her only connection to Jack. Soon the ambulance was driving out of the drive way, and down the street. One of the ladies turned around and noticed Zoey standing there.
"Hi, do I know you?" She questioned, "You look sort of familiar."
"I don't believe so. . . I'm Zoey Anderson." She said.
The woman's eyes brightened, "Little Zoey Anderson, how could I forget! You used to always hang out here on this very street." She said smiling, and then her smile faded, "You and Jack were pretty inseparable."
"You knew me?" Zoey asked.
The woman nodded her head, "You must not remember me. I helped Susie in her flower garden some summers. We've been neighbors for probably forty years." The woman said.
Zoey bit on her bottom lip. This woman had no clue she had no memory of her first fifteen years of life. "Do you know where Jack is now?" Zoey couldn't help but to ask.
The woman frowned, "Jack left many years ago. He hasn't showed his face much. We always assumed he just went to track you down. . ."
Zoey frowned, "He didn't find me, if that's the case." She sighed, not knowing what else to say. She just began walking away, leaving the neighbors to discuss arrangements for Susie. She couldn't help but to think about Jack. Would he come to the funeral? Would he even know about it? She began walking back to her apartment with many questions floating around in her head.
The Joker sat in his bedroom, looking through files Reaper had managed to crack and download from Arkham Asylum. He wanted to be briefed on a few of their current patients encase he got tickled to add a few members to his team. A knocking came to the door. It was once again soft, so he knew it was Midnight. "Come in."
The door slowly opened and she walked in. Her blond hair spiked up into a odd looking Mohawk. Her green eyes were filled with an emotion he didn't see too often. He didn't quite know what to think of it. It wasn't an emotion he could think of. It was sort of a mixture between confusion, and sadness.
"Yes Midnight?"
"Boss, there's something I need to tell you."
"What's that?"
"You know the elderly woman that we're suppose to keep a watch on?"
He looked at her oddly for a second. He had asked them to always keep a close watch on his grandmother. They had no clue who she was, or what importance she was to him. They also knew not to question this. He simply nodded his head.
"She passed away this morning, boss." Midnight said.
He swallowed hard. He knew she had been deathly ill. She had suffered from lung cancer for over a year, and had arthritis in her legs. She wasn't as strong as she used to be, and he could tell by his last visit that she didn't have much longer.
"Thank you, Midnight." He said, and watched as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
He then dropped his head, and his mind flooded with memories of her. She had basically been his mother. She had been the only person to teach him the difference between right and wrong. She had always been there for him, no matter what he needed. No matter how much he disappointed her, she always supported him. Now she was gone.
He knew that her neighbors would probably do the funeral arrangements since everyone believed she had no family left, but that still didn't mean he wouldn't attend the funeral. He would need a little help with make-up from Midnight, but he would not miss her funeral. He would not miss his chance to say goodbye to possibly the only woman who ever truly loved him.
Of course, it would be his face on the cover. She climbed up on the stool, and placed her elbows on the counter as she waited for the coffee to drip. She didn't know why but she had a feeling that until she actually spoke with Jack Napier then she wouldn't be able to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his painted face, and then it would flash back to his youthful face. She couldn't believe it took so long for her to actually see the similarities in him.
The coffee finished, and then she poured herself a cup. She sipped on the contents and began to wonder on how exactly she was going to find Jack. She knew she just couldn't look his name and number up in the phone book, she was betting on it to be unlisted. She also knew that Susie probably had no idea what his current address was. Did he even have a current address? She groaned, as she gripped to pieces of her hair. How was she suppose to find this man if the cops themselves couldn't find him?
After drinking two cups of coffee, she decided to go out into the town. It wasn't like she was going to find him sitting inside her apartment. She slipped on a pair of Nike sneakers, and then walked out into the crisp air of Gotham. She had no desired destination in mind, so she just began walking down the street. She didn't smile at people this time. She just kept to herself and walked slowly, thinking about how she was suppose to find Jack.
She noticed she had walked quite a long time. She had no track of time, and didn't even know what street she had wondered on until she looked at the street sign. She then realized she was on the same street that Susie Napier lived on. She looked down and saw the house where the elderly woman lived, but she also saw something that made her heart stop. She saw an ambulance right outside her house. She began walking down towards the house at a quicker pace.
People were gathered around the fence, as they watched them pack her body out of the house. She was on a stretcher, and her body was covered, even her face.
"I can't believe she's gone." One woman sobbed, "I went over to ask to borrow some sugar. . . and she didn't come to the door, so I just walked in assuming she was sick, but I found her laid back on the recliner, with her eyes closed."
Zoey's raised her hand up and clamped it over her mouth. She couldn't believe Susie Napier was dead. The woman had been her only connection to Jack. Soon the ambulance was driving out of the drive way, and down the street. One of the ladies turned around and noticed Zoey standing there.
"Hi, do I know you?" She questioned, "You look sort of familiar."
"I don't believe so. . . I'm Zoey Anderson." She said.
The woman's eyes brightened, "Little Zoey Anderson, how could I forget! You used to always hang out here on this very street." She said smiling, and then her smile faded, "You and Jack were pretty inseparable."
"You knew me?" Zoey asked.
The woman nodded her head, "You must not remember me. I helped Susie in her flower garden some summers. We've been neighbors for probably forty years." The woman said.
Zoey bit on her bottom lip. This woman had no clue she had no memory of her first fifteen years of life. "Do you know where Jack is now?" Zoey couldn't help but to ask.
The woman frowned, "Jack left many years ago. He hasn't showed his face much. We always assumed he just went to track you down. . ."
Zoey frowned, "He didn't find me, if that's the case." She sighed, not knowing what else to say. She just began walking away, leaving the neighbors to discuss arrangements for Susie. She couldn't help but to think about Jack. Would he come to the funeral? Would he even know about it? She began walking back to her apartment with many questions floating around in her head.
The Joker sat in his bedroom, looking through files Reaper had managed to crack and download from Arkham Asylum. He wanted to be briefed on a few of their current patients encase he got tickled to add a few members to his team. A knocking came to the door. It was once again soft, so he knew it was Midnight. "Come in."
The door slowly opened and she walked in. Her blond hair spiked up into a odd looking Mohawk. Her green eyes were filled with an emotion he didn't see too often. He didn't quite know what to think of it. It wasn't an emotion he could think of. It was sort of a mixture between confusion, and sadness.
"Yes Midnight?"
"Boss, there's something I need to tell you."
"What's that?"
"You know the elderly woman that we're suppose to keep a watch on?"
He looked at her oddly for a second. He had asked them to always keep a close watch on his grandmother. They had no clue who she was, or what importance she was to him. They also knew not to question this. He simply nodded his head.
"She passed away this morning, boss." Midnight said.
He swallowed hard. He knew she had been deathly ill. She had suffered from lung cancer for over a year, and had arthritis in her legs. She wasn't as strong as she used to be, and he could tell by his last visit that she didn't have much longer.
"Thank you, Midnight." He said, and watched as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
He then dropped his head, and his mind flooded with memories of her. She had basically been his mother. She had been the only person to teach him the difference between right and wrong. She had always been there for him, no matter what he needed. No matter how much he disappointed her, she always supported him. Now she was gone.
He knew that her neighbors would probably do the funeral arrangements since everyone believed she had no family left, but that still didn't mean he wouldn't attend the funeral. He would need a little help with make-up from Midnight, but he would not miss her funeral. He would not miss his chance to say goodbye to possibly the only woman who ever truly loved him.
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