A/N: I do not own the Dark Knight or any of the characters you recognize her. Amy is mine though. I am a huge Joker fan and have been dying to write a story with him in it. Here you go.

Amy stared at the beautiful blue satin dress that laid on the bed in front of her. She wasn't looking at it though, it was one big blur in front of her, as her eyes glazed over and her thoughts raced inside her head. She didn't realize how fast things go by. How one second your life can be great and then the next you have no freaking clue what just happened.

Her father had died of a heart attack three weeks ago. She remembered the funeral all to well. She was dressed in a all black dress, holding a single rose as cold tears ran down her face. Her dirty blonde hair swaying in the breeze as she was surrounded by people she didn't know. Mostly important business men her father worked with. Her mother had died in a tragic car accident when she was only two years old and all the few relatives she had were dead. Except Bruce Wayne. Who was standing only a few feet away from her, next to his butler Alfred.

When the casket was lowered she felt as if her heart could have ripped apart. Her father was gone. Her mother was gone. She was seventeen and didn't know where else to go. She'd only talked to Bruce, her cousin, on a few special occasions and didn't know if there was any possible way of her ending up living with him. And she did not want to go to one of those foster homes. Thinking about it made shills go down her spine. She didn't trust those people for some reason.

But here she was, standing in Bruce's manor in her, now-so-called room, getting ready for the party which was starting in a hour. When she heard that Bruce was the one who said he would take her in, it surprised her. Of course people weren't going to argue with the rich and powerful Bruce Wayne and they got the papers right away to get me settled in. Bruce did talk to me though. About everything that was going on and asking what I wanted to do. I said I'd live with him since I had no one left. And I was pleased when he seemed happy that I made that decision.

The two weeks I've been here have been quite pleasant. I'm still trying to get over the death of my father, thankfully with Bruce and Alfred here I'm able to forget about it for awhile. As the days move on, It gets better. Me and Bruce talk whenever we get the chance, usually he's either working or out all night doing who-knows-what, but we do talk often nerveless. I had thought that it would be difficult living here, trying to form a bond with him, but things turned out for the better and we have a growing friendship. And Alfred has been great, I guess I can call him a friend

I slipped on the beautiful dress, trying carefully to not mess up my hair. I turned and looked in the mirror. I gasped at how stunning the dress really was.

This must have cost Bruce a fortune!

It was a V-necked dress though it didn't come down to far, and it came fittingly around the waist then flowed out below me. The colour was a gorgeous blue and when the light hit it, it sparkled ever so lightly. I twirled around in it and greedily went to try on the shoes. I sat down at the edge of the bed and took them out of their box. I slipped them on each foot and examined them. They were silver heels, which matched the jewellery I was about to put on. I smiled as I looked at my reflection. I could have cut is as 19 or 20 years old and hoped that some stupid older guy didn't try one on me. I'd probably just kick him in the gut anyways if he tried to pull any funny stuff.

A lot of times in her other school, she got in fights because she felt the need to defend herself or her friends. She couldn't stand people with an attitude. The sudden thought of her friends, made her feel down again.

There was a loud knock at the door and then Bruce's voice came. "Amy? Are you ready, the party is about to start and we need to get down there."

She looked at the door and went to open it and couldn't help smiling again as she passed the mirror and thought about how Bruce would react to the dress. She turned the knob and opened the door, only to find Bruce about to knock again with his mouth agape. She laughed. "I'm ready."

"Wow. The dress looks amazing, you like it?" Bruce asked as he lowered his hand and stared at Michelle's face. He picked it out his self hoping that she would like it.

"I love it! Thank you, It's amazing. And you don't look to bad yourself." She added, looking back down at the dress and then back up at Bruce who was wearing a nice black suite with a blue tie, "You really like it?"

"Well, of course I do," he chuckled, "I was the one who picked it out."

"You did!" She squealed and then wrapped her arms around him, "Thank you."

He chuckled lightly. "I'm just happy you like it."

She unwrapped her hands and took a step back, "yea, who would have ever known the famous Bruce Wayne had a good taste for women's dresses".

"Ha ha very funny," he said as he placed his hand on her shoulder and started leading her toward the stairs and out to the car, "now come on, we need to get to the party."

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Finally getting to the floor of where the party was going to be held, I walked out of the elevator with Bruce right behind me. Not many people were here yet but within a matter of minutes I knew the place would be crowded. It was quite a big room, brightly lighted, with round tables all aligned up by the huge window. Long white table cloths hung over the side of the circular tables, as yellow flowers sat upon them in vases. Four to Five chairs were placed at each.

There was a small open bar in the corner of the room, with a man behind the counter wiping glasses. He looked up at our entrance and nodded to Bruce, then looked at me and did the same.

My surveying of the room was stopped when Bruce put his hand lightly on my back and told me he had to go.

"What?! Your leaving me here alone?" I looked up astonished. I had no clue who was going to be here.

"Don't worry, I'll be gone for about five minutes," he said in a reasurring tone, I felt better but still, why was he leaving? "I have to make my grand entrance."

Ahhh, that's why. Of course. I wondered what over-the-top in your face thing he would do. I rolled my eyes and laughed, which he joined in to and patted me on the back twice.

"I won't be long," he said turning to leave, "see you in a few."

"Uh-huh sure," he was already in the elevator as a few more people walked out of it. I hadn't noticed but I was really thirsty. I started walking over to the bar, looking out the window as I did, but then thought otherwise because I'd probably trip over something- or nothing- if I wasn't watching my step.

"Hi," I said when I reached the small table holding all the booze and drinks. The guy looked up at me and smiled and I returned it back, "Can I have a cup of water."

He nodded and pulled out a glass and the pitcher of water. After he was done he handed it to me, "Here you go miss."

"Thank you," I turned around and headed for a table, or what was left of them, the whole place had filled in my 20-second water break. I sighed, but was lucky to find a table that hadn't been taken up by anyone yet. After a few minutes of watching people come in, pass me, smile, nod, say hello to everyone, already get booze, I heard a helicopter and looked out the window. At first I thought it was about to crash right into the building and I was ready to scream, but then realized that this was Bruce's grand entrance and inwardly laughed at myself. I can be quite thoughtless at times, but what was I supposed to think when this huge freaking helicopter is coming straight at us.

I got up like everybody else, leaving my water, and walked over to the huge doors in the window where Bruce was coming in with girls on each side.

Of course. He had to have girls. And a damn helicopter. I wanted to burst out laughing for no apparent reason at my thought. I can be humoured by the smallest thing. The same thing goes with my anger.

After Bruce was done with his speech about some Harvey Dent guy, I saw him talk to a girl with dark brown hair and a black evening gown on. I think her name was Rachael, we met once before. I turned around to go get my seat back, only to find some ass in it, flirting with some drunk girl, who trust me, would never have fell for him in a sober state. I didn't even know how she could be drunk already. I shook my head, and went to go stand by the glass window, strumming my fingers on it lightly.

I didn't have anything better to do so I started counting the days to my birthday. It was next month and I would be turning 18. 1,2,3…5,6…10,11,12…20, 21…

"Hey there you are. I was looking for you," I heard Bruce's voice and stopped my counting happily. I turned around to see him and he looked exactly like way he left me only fifteen minutes ago except his hair was a bit more ruffled.

"Well, I've been here," my arms moved a bit beside me indicating my location. I laughed as I said how grand his entrance was.

"You wish you were in that helicopter," he smirked at me a bit, I guess he didn't know I was terribly afraid of heights, so his remark just hit him in the face but I didn't say anything. Actually, I'm more afraid of jumping from high places, I'm good on planes and looking down tall building's, it's just the jumping off part I'm so damn terrified of.

I looked out the window, wishing I had grabbed my drink back, and saw half a moon up in the sky with only a few other twinkling stars. I started talking again as I turned my head to face Bruce.

"Who was the girl you were talking to?" I knew I had met her before, but I forgot who exactly she was and how she knew Bruce.

"Oh, just-," he glanced behind him to look at her again, who was laughing with some blonde hair guy- Harvey Dent, "just an old friend."

I heard the slowness and disappointment in his voice and finally remembered that she was his girlfriend about a year ago when my last uncle died, they were still going out then. "I see," I rubbed his back and he whispered thanks to me.

I glanced over Bruce's shoulder to see Harvey walking away and Rachael heading the other direction.

"I'll be right back, Amy. Have to go to the bathroom."

I nodded and he went off into the same direction Harvey Dent went. I shrugged, must be where the bathrooms are, I'll need to remember that for later. I had nothing better to do, so I went back over to the bar and asked for a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple.

"How many cherries?" the bartender asked, his hand hovering over the cherries. He wasn't the same man as before and I was kind of disappointed.

"Three," I answered licking my lips, I loved cherries. I wanted to ask for six, but I did that one time and the guy looked at me funny, of course my friends didn't help with the laughing.

I said my thanks and headed back to the table… which I did not had. I sighed and started eating the cherries and then drank the drink in about a minute. It was so hot in the place.

After I was done setting the glass down on a nearby table, I crossed by arms and stood near a pair of babbling old guys. I started thinking about many things at one time.

And then the elevator opened from across the room, and a officer was pushed out of the way as a man's nasally voice came, "We made it!" And then a trigger was pulled and a loud hollow breaking noise rippled threw the room as people gasped and stood frozen as they turned to see the crazy psychopathic clown come walking into the room where we stood. The Joker was here.

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A/N: Here is the first chapter. Second chapter will be up soon. I'm so happy I'm finally getting to the Joker, when I was writing this I was like, 'Come on! I need to write about the Joker'. Reviews will be greatly appreciated. Thanks.