AUTHOR: Hello all! It has been quite a while since i have last written stories, today i just had a random inspiration to start this on the bawl. Since i am Ofcourse, a joker fan. and many stories on this site has influenced me to write my own. Hope all goes well and well...The more you review, the more inspiration to continue i wll have! haha. Enjoy! - I do not own Joker, though i wish i did! LoL

The night air was crisp, a faint chill hung through the night as a young blonde haired woman walked, tugging her clothing tighter as she went. She jumped inwardly to every noise in the night and stared around suspiciously, she had been in Gotham too long to not know how violent this town could get at night, especially with the top 10 most wanted villain now in town. 'The Joker' as the new's headlines spreaded, The name mimicked his very looks.

The dark haunting eyes caught her gaze all the time on the news, each time she saw them, she unexpectedly shivered, Something about that gaze seemed to haunt her.

A strong breeze picked up suddenly, blowing open her jacket. She quickly tightened her grip, picking up the walking pace as paranoia set in. The last thing she wanted was to have a run in with any criminal, namely those that supported 'the joker'.

As if it was her luck, rain began to make its way down as she groaned, realising she forgot her umbrella.

"I should have just stayed in bed" she sighed, not even her jacket had a hooded attachment for her head. So instead, she began to run, glad that she was just around the corner from her apartment.
She kept her eyes ahead while keeping a steady pace as she tried to calculate anything suspicious that could jump out at her, trouble was the last thing on her list.

That was when she saw something stumble and hit the floor on her path with a loud crash, knocking over and spilling the contents of a rubbish bin next to it.
"What the...?" she gasped and stopped quickly.

A fairly large object now lay in her way, the trash can rolling from side to side next to it, the large object seemed to move for a moment but then stopped, a low groaning noise following it's cease of movement.

Wait?... groaning? she thought, her blue eyes widening. That wasn't just an object, it was human.

Thinking the better of herself, she ran towards the person, ignoring the warning signal's going off in her head.
As much as she desperately wanted to get inside and away from the streets, she just couldn't leave an injured person like this, the rain would be enough to kill them if she didn't do something.

Reaching the body she noticed that it wasn't moving anymore, they laid face down, partially in the pile of rubbish from the fallen rubbish bin.

"H-h..hello?" she said nervously, knowing how stupid it may have been talking to an unresponsive body. Gripping their wide shoulder's, she shook them slightly and jumped when a groan followed soon after.

"H..hey, can you hear me?" she asked shakily. With her strength she pushed the person onto their side. That was when she discovered it was a man, not too much older than her, she guessed, but being covered by the dark, she found it hard to see his facial features.

The body moved slightly, his head rolled and fell face down as his hand weakly pushed from the ground, trying to get himself up but only to succeeding in collapsing into her arms.

"Hey, come on...we got to get you inside somewhere" she started to tell the man, knowing the rain wasn't helping.
she moved her right arm to push the man up into a sitting position but instead froze when she noticed in the glimmer of the street light, a strange colour running down her arm.

"Is that...blood?" she whispered, watching as it blended into the rain.

Only now did she notice a strange puddle she was kneeling in had the same colour as her arm, she gasped, this man is badly injured!

"Sir...S-Sir! We got to get you to a hospital! can you hear me?" she shook the man harshly, slightly scared of how he got his wounds.
This time a more rapid response came from the man and he began trying to push himself up again with a growl.

"No." He said suddenly, his voice menacing as he stood up halfway, only to collapse onto all fours.

Unsure what to do, the blonde woman rushed to help the man stand. At first a deep frustrated growl erupted from him and she gripped his left arm to help him up. She continued to stare warily at the man, wondering if this was the right thing to do.

"You've bled heavily sir, don't push yourself" she said shakily, "you'll need the hospi-..." the woman stopped when the man snapped his head towards her and glared darkly up into her eyes.

"No...No Hospital" He spoke firmly but did not fight her as she helped him to stand, "Take me...uh...Take me inside..." he demanded, his voice sending a chill through the woman's spine.

Her blue eyes helplessly darted around her street hoping someone was there to help her take this man out of her hands, something told her to be afraid but she couldn't just leave him alone to survive, he was already half dead!

To her major disappointment, no one was seen in the street, not even cars were driving by at this time of the night, she sighed nervously and placed the man's left arm around her shoulder to help him stand. He could only just move, she noticed and wondered how he was tolerating the pain as her blue eye's stared into the ragged remains of the man's shirt, feeling thankful that it was dark enough to leave his wounds unseeable.

"Weeell...?" His raspy voice broke the young woman's train of thought, she didn't realise they had been standing for a while.

"Sorry" she whispered with a shake of her head, helping him to move towards the stairs, leading to her apartment. Her stomach began to twist in knots as she slowly helped the man up the small steps,
'I hope I'm doing this right, I don't even know this man and yet I'm leading him to my apartment!' she thought to herself nervously.

As they made it to the door, the woman shifted her weight with a grunt, opening the door with a struggle and helped the man inside.
It took a lot more strength as she helped the slightly unconscious man up the staircase and down the corridor to her apartment door. Not even one person seemed to litter the hallway, it seemed the weather chased everyone away.

Gently she helped him lean against the wall as she searched her soaked handbag for her apartment key, as she grabbed them and placed the key in the slot, she nervously peeked at the man she was willingly letting into her apartment. His hair was drenched and ragged, covering the man's face as his head stayed lowered, the only signs of life was the quick heavy breaths he took.

Turning her gaze downwards, she stopped at his abdomen and winced. She was sure she could see part of a rib in one area, this almost made her gag.
Taking this as her chance to look away, she turned the key and the door unlocked with a 'click'.
She pushed it back as far as she could and Moved towards the man, placing his arm around her shoulder and helping him inside towards her couch, all the while, the man stayed unnervingly silent.

As soon as she got him to lay down, she grabbed her old blankets from the cupboard and covered the soaked man, becoming more nervous on what she was going to do with the wounds, she wasn't a nurse that's for sure!

Once having the stranger laid down and covered, she could see him more clearly through the dirt, and she noticed peculariy, that this man had scarred features on both cheeks that was drawn towards his lips, just like a Cheshire's smile. She shivered, then realised she too was drenched still, so she walked in the direction towards her bedroom for a change of clothes. Passing the couch, a hand gripped her wrist tightly, causing her to stifle a scream.

"What's...your name...beauuutiful?" His deep raspy voice caused the blonde woman to pause, his voice seemed to trail up her skin, leaving goose bumps on the arm he gripped.

"Natalie" she almost whispered, her eye's caught by the dark familiar one's in front of her, a small grin grew upon the man's lips,

"What is yours?" she asked curiously. 'Those eyes...they seem familiar...' she thought in wonder.

The grin grew slightly larger and she watched as the man's eye's started to droop,

"They call me the...Jo..." his voice trailed off as his eyes closed and she watched with wonder as he succumbed to his own darkness.

Just a teaser...hahaha, let me know what you think, i love reviews. they inspire me ;)

(p.s Hope the joker's personality is not over done . he's a hard one!)