Author's Note: Hey everyone! Okay, so this is a spur-of-the-moment story that I felt like writing. Yes, this is my first story. Ever. It probably isn't that good, but it's just for fun and I hope it will become at least a little bit enjoyable to you. This chapter is pretty short because it's almost 12:30 in the morning and I have school tomorrow, but I really wanted to get something out before I get discouraged. Any who, thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any of its characters. I own only my OC'S.

Police sirens could be heard all throughout Gotham city, as the cops tried hopelessly to find the Arkham Asylum escapee. Rose Fleming, better known as Ro, quickly walked down the dark street to her apartment. She had just finished her late night shift at a local coffee shop and couldn't wait to get home and curl up in her comfortable bed. However, luck wasn't with her that night because before she could cross the street to her apartment, two men came strolling out from an alley way next to her. She quickly stepped into the shadows and pressed herself against the wall of the building behind her.

"Shit." She thought, as they stopped walking and stood right by the streetlight. From what she could tell, the first man was tall and stood with his shoulders close to his body to keep himself warm. The second was shorter and didn't seem to care about the cold because he was glancing around nervously around the street. They seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well, this is just great." Gotham was known for its criminal activities, and a young woman like Ro knew she wasn't safe on these streets at night because of it. "Why here of all places?" She thought, pressing herself closer to the wall. She had two options at this point, the first being to just stay put and hope they would go away and the second was trying to run away. For now, she would go with the first option.

"The Boss is taking longer than he said he would. Fucking shit. I could really use a cigarette right now. And it's fucking cold! Why the fuck did we have to meet him here?" the taller one complained, leaning into the street light. The short one simply nodded his head and continued to glance around nervously.

"Boss?" Ro thought curiously.

"Fuck! I want a fucking cigarette!" the tall one complained again.

"He shouldn't be much longer. He said he'd meet us here." The young one muttered, kicking an empty can away from his feet.

"Yeah, well, you know the Boss. He shows up whenever he fucking wants too. Shit, I don't even know why I work for that freak?"

"Freak?"

Ro breathed out nervously when she realized that someone had come out of the dark alley. The two men stood up straighter, with complete terror written all over their faces.

"You know, ah, you shouldn't call people names, Drake. It might just hurt their, ah, feelings."

She almost let out a cry when she realized who was standing almost 10 feet away from her. Gotham's very own Prince of Crime. The Joker.

"B-Boss!" No! I uh…I didn't mean anything by it! You see, uh…um…I was drinking before! Yah. That's what happened. And I'm not...uh, right in the head right now! Right, Ben? Am I right?" Drake managed to reply, nudging Ben in the shoulder.

"Uh…" Ben nervously said, his eyes wide. He looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights as the Joker stared at them. His grin widened as he skipped over to the two men.

"Of course. You, ah, wouldn't lie to me, would you?"