ATTENTION: The character of Sirius BELONGS to me. However, I do not own Batman, or The Joker. However much I wish I did, I do not.
Summary: The Joker is just a very misunderstood kind of guy. What if he met a girl who understood him completely? Ledger Joker, JxOC
Sirius Elyses got off the train and held her suitcase in her left hand. A dusty wind flew about her and whipped her blonde ponytail about her face. Her eyes had a hard look about them, as if she had never cared for anyone in her life. Which, was in fact, probably true. She was dressed in black skinny jeans and dark blue navy peacoat. A black turtleneck mostly covered her, but she also wore black leather gloves and a blue and black houndstooth scarf just in case. She looked like an ordinary twenty two year old girl, but she was anything but.
Sirius Elyses had just graduated from the CIA's underground spy training program. She graduated top of her class, and received her diploma. She was a "very promising talent", said all her professors. Her first mission was to bring down the illusive Joker. Everyone at the program had told her that bringing him down would be a piece of cake. After all, if Batman could bring him down, anyone from the program could.
She looked to her left and to her right before she took a step forward. She was constantly on the look-out for anyone who might be following her. Her icy blue eyes followed a stranger in a black trench coat smoking a cigarette not twenty feet behind her, but soon the stranger took a right, and walked away from her.
Finally she reached the place. A tiny Victorian apartment on sixth and E street. She unlocked the door, and sighed as she looked out her darkened windows, looking for strangers. When she was satisfied she was alone, she walked into the kitchen, where she set her well-worn bags on the kitchen table. As she pulled her gloves off, she examined the room. The paper thin walls where a dusty sage color, and the cabinets were a charming golden oak, filled with bread and cereal and other pantry necessities. She opened a few drawers to find silverware and other things she would not use. Sirius rarely ate when starting a mission, which accounted for her skinny, yet muscular figure.
She smelled the yellow roses sitting above the kitchen sink, and looked out into the backyard. It was very shabby, with a few lawn chairs and a couple of rose bushes. The grass looked as if it had died ages ago.
She turned and walked through the rest of the house carelessly, her sore muscles aching to get into the inviting bed. She flipped off the lights after her walk-through and changed into her pajamas, foregoing brushing her teeth for the sleep of the dead.
She woke the next morning to a warm feeling. The heater was on, and frost had covered the windows.
Sirius showered and changed into a pair of black slacks and a white tee before slipping on a giant sweater. She then put on her black boots again. Sirius picked up her leather satchel on her way past the door and ventured out into the morning.
Today she would be trying to interview people to find out more about the infamous terrorist of Gotham. She first went to the local newsstand, which was covered in papers talking about the Joker's latest escape from Batman's clutches. She got every newspaper and magazine that mentioned the Joker, and went to sit at a nearby independent coffee shop.
She ordered a green tea and walked over to a large green and purple oversized armchair. Her favorite colors were green and purple, ever since she had been a little girl. It was probably the only thing that she and the Joker had in common. There were rows upon rows of books on the large shelves, and each looked very well-loved and worn. She sat down and sipped her tea as she pulled the articles out one by one.
Two hours passed and all she had learned was that he was supposed to have a preference for knives, and that most victims had been male. As she pondered this, her cellphone buzzed, alerting her to a new text message.
Joker
The wind whipped his blonde hair around as he watched her from a nearby park bench. She looked so at home sitting on her chair, wrapped in a large sweater surrounded by books and tea. He felt almost a pang of sadness that he couldn't just go in and do the same like everyone else… but then again, when had he, The Joker, ever wanted to be like everyone else?
He sent the text, stood up abruptly, and walked down the street, and got into a small black sports car. He never looked back.
Sirius
She flipped open her new Shine phone, and quickly scanned the content of the text. Her heart skipped a beat as she re-read it.
"Morning, I'd love to come and join you, but it seems I have some business to take care of. Rain check? -Joker"
Suddenly, Sirius knew that she had made a mistake somewhere. This was in fact, not going to be as easy as everyone at the academy had said.