Aussie_Wolf
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Jeremy was bored. Hell life was boring. He had grown up with wealth and privilege but he had always been told never to ask where their family had gotten their money from. It was either a large lottery win or some big windfall on the stock exchange. That had stopped working by the time he turned 6. Jeremy was no fool, in fact he was a genius, a fact he took great pains to hide. It was amazing what people would talk about around a cute little kid when they thought he couldn't understand.
In this way he found out all sorts of little secrets, like the fact his father was fucking both the maid and the next door neighbors wife. His mother was no better. She was getting it from the chauffeur, the butler, her tennis coach and the next door neighbor. He also found out the combination to his fathers safe and his computer and had soon hacked his bank details. It was quite easy to set up a small little trust fund for himself.
At 12 his parents decided he was beginning to grow up too much and he might actually learn about their secrets. Hell he knew more about their private lives than they did. He knew that his mother had had to have five abortions and his father had 3 illegitimate children that even he didn't know about. Still his parents had sent him off to boarding school.
What a fun place that had been. His first week there he had been bullied by the older kids and had his head flushed down a toilet. he had never really been a physical type of guy but he now saw a use for it. He began to practice yoga, do some light running and basic fitness. Of course he had also had his revenge. The group who had picked on him all came down with a mysterious illness that had them running to the toilet for the next three days. After that no one picked on him again.
For the next 5 years Jeremy floated through school. He did enough work to pass and that was it while he indulged his hobbies. He learned magic tricks, studied chemistry, watched hours and hours of classic cult comedies, learned botany, studied criminals, studied crime fighters, became a contortionist, learned to make explosives. Whatever he wanted he did, and it all came so easy to him.
Just before he graduated he broke into the deans office and erased all records of him having ever attended the school and then burnt the administration building to the ground. He was laughing as he drove away in the french teachers new Porsche he had just bought to impress the ladies.
For the next 4 years he had traveled the world, robbing some of the most high profile places and taking some of the most precious items known. he was so good that over 95% of his thefts were unknown and his fakes were on display in museums and houses all over the place. The other 5% he had tripped the alarms himself because he had wanted to see their faces.
However he had been in Washington browsing through the classified files of some now defunct Black ops operation when he had come across some interesting information about his family. He was actually related to the one and only Joker of Gotham. He couldn't believe it. Way back in the day his dad had been the Jokers brother's son. Of course Jeremy knew all about the Joker, who didn't. Maybe that explained him and all the money his family seemed to have. He quickly checked the files and found a few more references and made copies and then got on a plane for Gotham.
Four days later he stood in a very run down warehouse. Once it had been a gift wrapping paper distributor. Now it was just an empty shell with most of it's windows broken and a few pieces of broken machinery. Still Jeremy's eyes gleamed as he walked over to one side of the building and casually flipped over a seemingly innocuous looking light switch. He pressed the big red button that was revealed and with a grinding of long disused gears a panel in the wall slid back reveling a one man elevator. Stepping inside he hit the bottom button and it began to move down in a stop start motion.
Finally the door opened again and he stepped out as the lights came on one by one. He whistled as he saw a chemical lab revealed, a stockpile of weapons, an open safe full of cash and jewels, a complete tool workshop and a vehicle hidden under a drop cloth. There was also a small office he walked to and entered that had all the necessaries to live in. A cot, a fridge, a stove and through a small door a toilet and a shower.
However what had his eyes gleaming was a large cupboard. Walking over to it he pulled it open and a boxing glove came flying at him. His years of experience had him ducking out of the way and it hit the other wall of the office with a hard thud, cracking the plaster and leaving a large dent. Hell if that had hit him!! Still looking inside he found purple suits, canes, joy buzzers, whoopee cushions, flower squirters. Oh it was the holy grail. He had brought a whole stack of greasepaint and hair dye and with this Gotham city was going to once again come under the rule of the Joker.
In this way he found out all sorts of little secrets, like the fact his father was fucking both the maid and the next door neighbors wife. His mother was no better. She was getting it from the chauffeur, the butler, her tennis coach and the next door neighbor. He also found out the combination to his fathers safe and his computer and had soon hacked his bank details. It was quite easy to set up a small little trust fund for himself.
At 12 his parents decided he was beginning to grow up too much and he might actually learn about their secrets. Hell he knew more about their private lives than they did. He knew that his mother had had to have five abortions and his father had 3 illegitimate children that even he didn't know about. Still his parents had sent him off to boarding school.
What a fun place that had been. His first week there he had been bullied by the older kids and had his head flushed down a toilet. he had never really been a physical type of guy but he now saw a use for it. He began to practice yoga, do some light running and basic fitness. Of course he had also had his revenge. The group who had picked on him all came down with a mysterious illness that had them running to the toilet for the next three days. After that no one picked on him again.
For the next 5 years Jeremy floated through school. He did enough work to pass and that was it while he indulged his hobbies. He learned magic tricks, studied chemistry, watched hours and hours of classic cult comedies, learned botany, studied criminals, studied crime fighters, became a contortionist, learned to make explosives. Whatever he wanted he did, and it all came so easy to him.
Just before he graduated he broke into the deans office and erased all records of him having ever attended the school and then burnt the administration building to the ground. He was laughing as he drove away in the french teachers new Porsche he had just bought to impress the ladies.
For the next 4 years he had traveled the world, robbing some of the most high profile places and taking some of the most precious items known. he was so good that over 95% of his thefts were unknown and his fakes were on display in museums and houses all over the place. The other 5% he had tripped the alarms himself because he had wanted to see their faces.
However he had been in Washington browsing through the classified files of some now defunct Black ops operation when he had come across some interesting information about his family. He was actually related to the one and only Joker of Gotham. He couldn't believe it. Way back in the day his dad had been the Jokers brother's son. Of course Jeremy knew all about the Joker, who didn't. Maybe that explained him and all the money his family seemed to have. He quickly checked the files and found a few more references and made copies and then got on a plane for Gotham.
Four days later he stood in a very run down warehouse. Once it had been a gift wrapping paper distributor. Now it was just an empty shell with most of it's windows broken and a few pieces of broken machinery. Still Jeremy's eyes gleamed as he walked over to one side of the building and casually flipped over a seemingly innocuous looking light switch. He pressed the big red button that was revealed and with a grinding of long disused gears a panel in the wall slid back reveling a one man elevator. Stepping inside he hit the bottom button and it began to move down in a stop start motion.
Finally the door opened again and he stepped out as the lights came on one by one. He whistled as he saw a chemical lab revealed, a stockpile of weapons, an open safe full of cash and jewels, a complete tool workshop and a vehicle hidden under a drop cloth. There was also a small office he walked to and entered that had all the necessaries to live in. A cot, a fridge, a stove and through a small door a toilet and a shower.
However what had his eyes gleaming was a large cupboard. Walking over to it he pulled it open and a boxing glove came flying at him. His years of experience had him ducking out of the way and it hit the other wall of the office with a hard thud, cracking the plaster and leaving a large dent. Hell if that had hit him!! Still looking inside he found purple suits, canes, joy buzzers, whoopee cushions, flower squirters. Oh it was the holy grail. He had brought a whole stack of greasepaint and hair dye and with this Gotham city was going to once again come under the rule of the Joker.
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