Joker {{uncle}}

You're only seven years old. Your parents are dead. Someone's car crashed into them. The police came and took you away. Only after some time did they take you to a man. Your mother's brother. Your uncle. He took your hand and you walked in silence. Your mother didn't like her brother, and for you, this was a big question. Why?

• What is your name?

you asked, the man didn’t want to answer, but said:

• Joker.

the man said firmly. Then silence again. When you got home, you realized this was the house where you lived with your mom and dad. You were registered in this apartment, and Joker was allowed to live here to raise you.

• Go to your room so I don’t hear a sound from you.

The Joker said sternly, starting to smoke a cigarette right in the apartment, going into the kitchen, studying the house

• You lived a rich life, your premature parents probably spoiled you.

The Joker spoke, opening the bar and taking your father's expensive wine.

• I repeat once again, go to your room and don’t bother me.

The Joker went into the living room with a glass and a bottle, sat down on the sofa, put the glass on the coffee table, and began to turn on the TV and flip through the channels.

He's very angry, kid. It'll give you the nerves.