DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Dark Knight, Harvey Dent, The Joker or any other DC comic references. But, Emily Vallen and Twilight the cat are all mine. Thanks!

The art of Anarchy

Chapter 1:

The Artist

Every where I went there were posters; posters advertising an art exhibit. I smiled. My dream had finally come true. The posters were about my art, my exhibit. I had finally made it to the big time, thanks to Harvey Dent. He discovered me. If it were not for him I would still be working for the Gotham Times writing up articles. I hated that job.

The sun started to set as I made my way back to my apartment. I fidgeted with my keys in my purse before finally grabbing them. I opened the door; my make-shift apartment/art studio was still a mess. As soon as I slammed the door with my foot my little black cat, who I had named "Twilight", greeted me with a warm purr. His gold eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. I loved that cat. "Hey, I thought you were going to clean the place up for me today." I said to him jokingly. He looked at me with his rounded eyes like he always does when he thought he was in trouble. "Well, never mind." I added, smiling while scratching his cheek. I threw down my purse on the sofa and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the bath tub. That is exactly what I need to relax and get focused for tomorrow.

While I was waiting for the tub to fill, I began picking out a dress for tomorrow. I dug through my closet. "Bah! I have nothing to wear!" I grumbled. Twilight hopped up on my bed and meowed. I turned to him to see what the matter was. As he began to move I heard plastic being crumpled. It was a dress covered in a plastic sleeve. It was my dress I had bought for the certain occasion. I had forgotten all about it. "You clever little thing, you!" I praised him, "I had forgotten all about this!" For the past month I had been crashing on the couch because it was closest to my canvases, just in case I had a "spur of the moment" idea for a painting. I had utterly forgotten that I had bought the dress right after Harvey had told me he would put my art on exhibit in the most prestige gallery in the city.

The dress was short, but not too short, and a bit full at the bottom. It was my favorite color, purple. It had a very intricate design, none like I had seen before. I guess that's what drew me to it. The dress was a purple satin and tulle cocktail dress, had a straight neckline, and spaghetti straps. The bodice had a shiny black lurex lace overlay and a black satin ribbon that tied at the waist. The satin skirt had a pleated tulle overlay and attractive scalloped edge lace detail. I loved it!

I slipped off my clothes and tried it on. I walked to the mirror and took a look at myself. I have always been a bit self-conscious. I was slender; I guess that's a perk. My skin was a hue of pale white, my eyes were that of a deep green, and my cheeks brushed a light pink. Then there was my hair. I've always loved eclectic hair styles and surely I had one. My hair was tinted a warm brown with chunks of blonde highlights. They looked pretty good with my hair style, if I do say so myself. My hair was asymmetrical on one side and on the other was a pixie cut. It worked well with my side swept bangs. My hair was very chunky and eccentric, just the way I liked it.

"Twilight, Does this dress make me look fat?" I turned to ask, but he was sound asleep. I grinned at the sight of him. I looked to the side of him. He was sleeping in a shoe box. Funny, he never slept in that shoe box before. Then my eyes trailed to the left of him. There in the floor laid my new heels surrounded by shredded paper. He had already taken the shoes out of the box and destroyed the paper they were wrapped in. I sighed, "Another mess for me to clean up." I made my final criticisms to myself in the mirror. I took off the dress and hung it in the closet.

I dashed to the bathroom. I had forgotten that I still had my bathwater running. "Oh, thank God!" I sighed in relief. My water had not run over. I was bad about forgetting to turn it off before doing something else. I grabbed some panties, a towel, and an old oversized shirt and proceeded to immerse myself in the hot bath water. My mind wandered on every subject; "I wonder who will be there tomorrow?" "Is it possible to sleep with your eyes open?" "I hope Harvey is bringing wine." My thoughts raced as they always did. After relaxing I hopped out of the tub and headed for bed. My bed this time, not the couch. As I drifted off to sleep I wondered what tomorrow would hold.