"Is that the last of them?" I call out to my new roommate as I carefully place a heavy box next to her bed.

Poking her head in, she pauses to observe the room. "I think so. I still have a few pots to bring in."

She walks towards me to open the small window by her bed, I grin at her. "You know, to give the room a bit of fresh air and whatnot."

I glance outside through the window, pondering. "I'm so glad you decided to move to Gotham. I was beginning to get lonely, Pam," I pouted at her.

"Me too, I got sick of Seattle and all the people in it," she laughed, turning to hug me. "I needed a fresh start. Anyway, haven't you made any friends yet? You've been here for over a month already."

I thought about it for a second. I really didn't know anyone. I haven't started university yet and my part time job doesn't start until Monday morning. It's a waitressing job for a coffee shop down the road. It's not fancy and it doesn't have flexible hours or high pay, but it's a job. Ive pretty much been doing nothing but unpacking and relaxing the past few weeks.

"Oh, Harls..." She inspects my face. "Don't tell me you've spent the past month sitting at home doing nothing. Come on, we're going out."

Dragging me out of the room, I laugh at her. We are so different personality wise. While I'm at home reading books she will be outdoors, hiking, shopping or having lunch at the nearest park. But it's nice to have someone to take you places every once in a while. We end up going for a walk around town. It's nice to finally get to know some of the city. I haven't been bothered to go for a walk since I got here.

As someone who has been single since high school, I had almost forgotten what it was like to go out every weekend. Almost as if Pam had read my mind, she asks me, "So, you got your eye on any men yet, Harls?"

Honestly, I'm not sure what she wants me to say at this point. "No, not at all."

"What do you say we try a little speed dating?"

"No. Nope. Not happening. Not in a million years."

She pouts at me. "You're so unfair!"

"I just don't want to meet creeps," I explain.

"Fine, I suppose we'll do it the old fashioned way. Don't blame me if we end up 40 years old and unmarried."

Every so often, Pam would drop into a jewellery store or high end restaurant to hand in your resume. Every time, she would get rejected, and leave the store almost in tears.

"No one is hiring, Harley," she cries to me, clutching me into a tight hug. "This is a disaster."

"Don't fret pumpkin, there's a grocer down our street that's hiring -"

"I am not working at a grocer!" She shuddered, almost offended at the suggestion herself.

"Okay," I licked my lips, pondering, "what about the hardware store? There's a florist section," I teased her.

Pam smiled, looking excited. "I'm listening..."

"Um, I've picked up some real nice roses from there... I think they sell herbs too, cactuses mayb-"

"Alright, I'm convinced. I'll drop a resume in first thing tomorrow. I'm super stuffed right now, what do you say we go home, order a pizza and watch a movie?"

I grin from ear to ear. "This is why you're my best friend."

"Oh stop it," she giggles as we start walking home. "You'll make me blush!"

By the time we get back to our apartment, it's dark, windy and freezing cold. Pam's teeth are clattering as we finally make it to our door.

"Isn't it supposed to be Spring?" She asked, clearly irritated.

"I think I might have frostbite," I mumble as I lay on the couch, exhausted.

"Okay," Pam sits on the floor, looking at my collection of movies. "Chucky or a Nightmare on Elms Street?"

I groan. "Do we have to watch a horror film?

Ignoring me, she inserts a DVD. "Chucky it is!"

I've been trying to focus on the movie for the past 15 minutes, but I keep getting distracted by noises on the floor above. I pause the movie and look at Pam.

"You hear that?" I ask her, nervously fiddling with my hands in my lap.

She glances up at the roof, listening.

After a few seconds of silence, she shakes her head. "I don't know what you're -"

CRASH.

Pam practically dives under her blanket.

"What the hell was that?" She cries from underneath. Honestly, it sounded like something heavy and metal had just fallen. Or something heavy had fallen on metal..

"It sounds like it's coming from the fire escape," Pam whispers.

As we stare at each other for a few seconds, she shrugs. "Don't look at me. You started this. Go have a look."

"No I didn't!" I roll my eyes. Typical Pamela. I creep over to the balcony (if you can even call it a balcony) and press my hand up against the window, eying the darkness outside. "I don't see any-"

Suddenly, I see a flash of purple and green jumping down the fire escape, and I fall back in surprise, losing my balance and tumbling to the floor.

"What the-" Pam takes a look outside for herself as she kindly helps me up. I hear more noises outside as Pam yells out, "Oh my god! Is that... The Batman?"

"Bat...man? Pam, have you lost your mind?"

She violently shakes her head as she closes the blinds. "No, no, Harleen. I'm dead serious. I've heard about this guy. He's the hero of Gotham. You know, crime fighter, destroyer of evil?"

After some more bickering between us both, I decide to pull up the blinds, curiously taking over me.

"What are you doing! Don't let them see you!"

I ignore her, watching as Batman is holding a person by the neck on the roof of the apartment next door. He seems to me dangling the man I saw before, in purple and green, over the edge.

"We have to stop him! Look at what he's doing to that guy!" I tell Pam, who is staring at me blankly, her face paler than usual.

"You're crazy, Harley. You know that? That's the Joker. He's EVIL!"

"How do you know?" I ask her.

"What?" she asks me, "You think I didn't do my research before moving here? Did you?"

"Well, no, but -"

"Look!" Pam cuts me off, pointing to where the Batman and Joker once stood. "They're gone," she breathes a long sigh of relief. "Don't worry about it. Let's just go bed, this is too freaky."

I can't help but chuckle during this highly inappropriate situation. "Happy first night in Gotham, Pam."

She smiles back at me as we make our way down the hall, towards our bedrooms. "Thanks, it was a hoot," she winks as she shuts her bedroom door. I hear her say to herself. "Maybe tomorrow will be even more exciting."

God, I hope not.