So, Here I am. Reporting For Duty. I'm posting this Joker/OC story in hopes to get some more fans.
My other stories didn't do too well. But I'm hoping this one will work.
Get some attention. :P
I couldn't think of a story title. But I guess this works.
I'm not going to spend much time here. So you can get on to reading.
Special Shout out to my dearest Chelsea Grin for helping me with the story Idea!
You should most definitely check out her story 'Smile Baby'
Completely. AMAZING.
Anyways..
DC comics owns Joseph Kerr.
I own Jaden Smith.

Title: Your Soul is Anchored Pairing: Joker/OC
Rating: R- Maybe N-17
Summary: Jaden Smith is a new girl in Gotham, She just recently moved with her disgustful, tasteless, No-humor and what her mother likes to call 'Happy and Eventful' Family. She has no new friends and is starting a new school year in two weeks, She's a 17 year old girl with an attitude and a dad as the chief of police, It's sure to be fun for a certain villain of Gotham, Bringing her in for a 'Social Experiment' But could some feelings get mixed up? Joker/OC
Warnings: Language, Sex, Heavy Petting, Violence And Murder, Blowing Shizz Up, Insanity.. And.. Well.. It's rated R for a reason.
Status: Active

Chapter One- Move

I walked out of my room. My large 'Avenged Sevenfold' messenger bag hung slightly over my right shoulder as I briskly walked down the hall, past My pesky brother's room, Whom was stretching his fourth blanket over his neatly made bed. I rolled her eye's at his perfectionist-like demeanor.

I walked into the kitchen, where my Mom was peeling an orange with a potato peeler into an open drawer into the refrigerator. She'd gone a bit nut's after my dad had started working later. But somehow she still managed to try to keep the family what she liked to call 'Functional' Well, At least without Me ever being around. I laughed slightly as I walked over to the other half of the fridge and pulled a 'Go-Gurt' out of the freezer.

"Mom, I'm going out. Don't do anything stupid." I chuckled.

Suddenly, She snapped her head up to look at Me quizzically. "And where do you think YOU'RE going?" She asked.

"Mom, I'm starting school in two weeks, I think I deserve to know the new city we're living in. And I need to get a job. I'm not walking around in a giant city with no money."

"You know perfectly well that if you need money, Your dad and I can give it to you." There she goes again, Nagging me about how she'll supposedly will give me money If I need it. I remember the time that I asked her for Twenty bucks to go to a concert. 'You don't NEED to go" She said, That's when I decided to get a job. Screw my parents, They only ever gave me money when they thought I NEEDED it. Like for food. Bullshit. I, teenage girl need to do more things then sit at home and Eat, What does she want me to do? Sit on my ass all day and get fat? Just my luck that's what she'd want.. So I wouldn't have enough motivation to get up and do something. She'd bring their stupid 'Family activities' To me!

I thought of something to say before she yelled at me and assumed I was ignoring her. "I know, But then you guys always give me stupid guilt trips that I need to pay you back." That's another thing; It was always 'You know you still owe me five bucks from when I took you to the mall that time; Gas doesn't pay itself!' God, That was annoying. Pretty soon she'll be making me pay for my own Christmas presents.

"Now you know that's not true-

"Whatever Mom, I'm leaving" I said, already out the door before my demon of a mom could reply.

JXJ

I walked down the long streets of Gotham, My ipod headphone's blaring 'Error: Operator' By Taking Back Sunday so loudly in my ear I wouldn't be able to hear someone screaming at me- Okay, That's a lie. But I sure as hell couldn't hear any of the people walking by me, Chatting away on their phone's.

I came upon a large sandwich shop. I felt my stomach growl annoyingly and pulled out my cheap, cracked cell phone, I looked at the screen as it read 11:50 Ten minutes till My dad went on break. He was the only member of My so called 'family' I actually had a civilized relationship with. Although he was a very strict chief of police, and I'm an unruly, anarchist teenager with a bad temper. We still seem to get along in a very- odd way.

He had been offered a job in Gotham that was a better pay then the one he had in Chicago. For some reason Gotham PD had been losing lot's of men and needed some more. They never said why they were losing men. What, did Gotham PD think I don't own a Computer? I'm not as stupid as my family is; I knew why the police officers and judges were slowly dissipating in what my family must think is 'Thin Air'. It was the one man they had yet to stop on the Streets of Gotham. The Joker. Now, There's something about me. I hate the government; I hate my Dad's job; I hate the cops, I hate the frickin' President; I'm a Full-Blood Anarchist. And What can I say, Being the unruly teen that I am. I have respect for the Joker, I mean; How many frickin' people can blow up a damn hospital in less then a damn hour? It was Amazing! Man, If I could only get in his head. But that's besides what we're talking about here. Gotham just simply gave my Dad a job offer he couldn't refuse. They had given him chief of police instead of his crummy Seven Fifty an hour off-road patrol job.

I sighed as I gave the cashier the only fifteen dollars I had since we moved. I was forced to quit my last job because The move. But I still had one last pay-check. I had been left with twenty-five dollars in My pocket and fifty in the bank. It wasn't a very good paying job; but it got me by.

After I got the sandwiches I walked out of the building, I pulled out my semi-torn, cheap Gotham map that probably didn't even have the whole city on it and looked at it. The Police station was only about a block away. 'How Convenient' I thought then snickered lightly

As I made my way down the large, crowded sidewalk as I got this feeling. You know that weird feeling that boils up inside you that suddenly makes you stop and turn around. Just to make sure no one was watching you? That's the feeling I had. I felt like a had a stalker. Someone sneaking through the large crowd of people. JUST to follow me. It was awkward, and weird and made me just walk faster.

I chuckled as I stared up at the large, police department, filled with loud, obnoxious, rude, fat, pudgy, cops. I sneered in disgust as I started up the large steps. Once inside I looked around, Just like any other Police department there were cops and investigators running amuck. Screaming belligerent things most people would never be able to understand.

I walked over to some chick at a large brown desk, She had big poofy hair that had to be from like-- the seventies. And she was chomping on a bright pink piece of gum, Kind of like those annoying office ladies you see in movies. I focused my eye's on her more and chuckled; Yep.. That's her. I turned down the volume on my ipod and smiled innocently to the best of my ability. "Excuse me?" I said.

"What?" she snapped her head up from her computer.

"Is there a Jacob Smith Available?"

"He's on break. What do you want?" She said, popping her gum once more. I just want to rip it out of her mouth, throw it on the ground and stomp on it. See what I mean by temper?

"I'm his daughter." I mumbled. "Where is his office?"

She went back to her computer but pointed to the left. "Down the hall"

I sighed and started my way past all the shouting men and women. Once down the hall I looked at a large plaque above a medium sized office.

'Jacob Smith'
'Chief Of Police'

I groaned and opened the door slightly, peeking in, I heard a gruff "Come In." And walked in. There was my dad, sitting in a large, leather chair doing what looked like paperwork.

"Planning on not eating, pops?" I asked. His head snapped up and a smile formed on his face.

"Too busy"

I scoffed "Well, You're going to eat what I bought you because My money isn't going to waste."

"You got me food?" His brow furrowed.

"Yeah? So?"

"Thanks, Sweetie. Here, Come take a seat and we'll eat." He said, standing up and pulling a bunch of papers off of something to reveal a chair 'Whoah! I didn't see that there.'

"Sorry for the Mess. Who knew that being chief of police meant so much paperwork." He said.

"It's okay." I said, Sitting down in the chair. He walked back over to his large, leather one and looked at me. I reached in the bag and pulled out his sandwich. He smiled and took it from me.

"Aw, Turkey! My Favorite!" He smiled. "Thanks, Champ"

"No problem, Dad." I said, Taking a bite into my own.

And then I had that feeling again.

And I knew. Somehow. I was being watched.

It's short. But it's a start.
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