The first chapter of the "You Better Get Down With The Sickness" story, I hope you enjoy it. Unfortunately there is no Joker in this chapter and maybe a few chapters to come, but he should make an appearance in maybe the 4 chapter maybe sooner.~
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Name: Alice Moretti.
DOB: 24th December 1988. (Age would now be 24 2012)
Relations:-
Parents:
Mother: Paula Moretti. (Deceased)
Father: Luciano Moretti. (Unknown)
Siblings: None.
Occupation: Starbucks.
Bio: Not much is known about Alice's parents, her mother was known to be a blackmail artist while her father was a part of a mob based in Italy named Civican. Alice had a "normal" childhood. School life was known to be a little troubled but never the less excellent grades were gained in all subjects, moving onto higher education she chose the subjects of; Art, Dance, Drama and Psychology, she majored in all subjects and achieved the highest grades possible. After school and her mother's death and her father's disappearance, she moved from a small town in Italy to Gotham City. Arrived alone, reason for move is work based. More info on parents see file: 947846902
Attributes:-
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 146
Blood type: AB
Eyes: Blue.
Hair: Dark brown, hints of black at the ends.
Skin: Pale ivory.
Any known body modifications:-
Tattoos: "Nothing in life is to be feared, only to be understood." Is scribed on the back of her neck.
A tattoo in the style of a heart monitor line is scribed on her inner left wrist.
No other body modifications are known.
Other: She is known to have a great skill with computers and software, also known to have great skills with safe breaking and explosives. Has fired guns before and is known to have a skill at hitting her targets with precision.

The only way that someone would find this information about Alice would be to ask for it from the police, almost every contact she had was in Italy. Alice was completely alone in Gotham, and that's just how she wanted it.
A low moan erupted from the small chest of a bundled up Alice; the dark sheets were wrapped and warped around her. A small tufted of dark brown to black hair was lazily lying out against the mattress, Alice's position wasn't one would call normal. Her head was half-way down the mattress in a side-ways position, her legs folded into her body, a particular part of the sheet was clasped tightly between two dainty arms. She shuffled slightly and soon a head poked out from under the sheets, the mass of dark brown hair was the first thing to be seen, the next was the pale ivory face of Alice.
Her eyes were ringed with overnight eye liner and her hair partially covered her face. Her long Hollister nightgown was slipped off on one of her shoulders, showing more of her pale ivory doll skin. Her blue eyes looked around a bored expression clearly showing through; they looked around her plain bedroom. Alice sighed once before she rolled out of her bed, leaving the warmth of the sheets behind her. She stalked over to a door and pushed through it, she felt to the side of the door frame and clicked a button; a flickering light came on and settled sending the artificial light down on her. She dragged herself to in front of the mirror where she leaned against the sink, her head faced down into the sink as she yawned, when she looked up a slight scowl appeared on her face. She rolled her eyes to her reflection that was gladly doing the same, keeping her eyes on her reflection she felt to the side and picked a single wipe from the packet; quickly cleaning her face of last night's make-up she threw the wipe into the bin. Walking back into her bedroom she made a bee-line for her wardrobe; throwing the doors open a few items of clothing fell out and onto her feet, she ignored them and bent down throwing clothing over her shoulder without a care. Pulling some items out she held them out in front of her and nodded her head. They'll have to do... She thought standing up and throwing them onto her bed; taking her Hollister nightgown off she threw it to the floor generally in the direction of the wardrobe.
The items of clothing she picked were her working clothes; white tank-top, high-waisted blue jeans, a brown cardigan and some brown leather boots. She quickly threw her clothes on when she caught sight of the time; she'd slept in until 12…not good! A quick brush through the hair and a small sliver of eye liner and she was out the door, locking it behind her she made her way down the hall and down the stairs. Once she was out and onto the streets she headed in a knowing direction, towards the center of Gotham, her destination was the Main Starbucks shop which served the daily business men and women, people who had nothing better to do with their life and the other customers who were dependent on her service.
Gotham wasn't the most appealing city of them all. Especially when you compared it with the scenes of Italy, the old buildings of Italy were now converted into tall black glass buildings which seemed fragile to touch, the small streams that flowed through the towns were now flowing down drainpipes and were filled with dirt, and the bright and blue sky was now cast over with dark clouds. Italy, Gotham was not. However Gotham did have something that wasn't available for Alice, a job, and a choice of job at that. As Alice was daughter to the "Great Moretti" she was inclined to take on the role of the leader when her father stepped down, or in this case vanished. However Alice was very much against what her father did for a living; sure it got her the newest clothes and the best school education possible, but it didn't give her one thing, the one thing she really wanted. Freedom. She always had rules to follow, and people to impress. But Alice was never a child to follow orders; she was a happy outgoing person who always had her nose in mischief.
Keeping her head down she made her way to Starbucks, she could see the line that had formed already. It was filled with people who were on the edge of annoyance; some were looking down at their watches while others were talking on the phone. She walked through the doors holding it open for a customer who didn't even say thank you; she scowled slightly and let the door close gently behind her. She nodded her head to some of the other workers, who she didn't really know but talked to briefly, quickly walking behind the counter she jogged into the back and walked over to her locker.
Once she was dressed in the Starbucks uniform, which consisted of; a white button up blouse, a black school looking skirt, a green apron which had the Starbucks logo on it and black flats. She pulled out a small hair tie from a little box and lazily tied her hair back in a high bun; she looked presentable, natural but not trying too hard.
She walked out of the back room and into the front, where the stream of people didn't seem to be moving quickly. She looked around and saw that Molly was having a little trouble with the coffee machine. "Hey Alice can I have some help please?" She nodded her head and walked over; she tinkered with the machine while Molly was serving some other people, when she figured out what was wrong she rolled her eyes, there was no milk in the machine. After 'fixing' the machine she got to work on serving customers, soon the long line of impatient customers was down to the last few people. Molly had switched jobs with Alice and now Alice was serving the line instead of the customers who were seated.
"Hello what can I get you?" The next customer was a usual looking business man, with dark brown to black hair that was gelled back but looked like it grew naturally like that; his dark brown chocolate eyes glanced around the room before landing on me. It's then that she realised who it was, it was Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises. She hadn't been around long but she knew who the prominent figures in Gotham were. However she didn't address him again using Mr. Wayne or anything else; just waited for his order. "Can I have a tea, two sugars and medium milk please?" Alice nodded her head taking down his order in the till, she pressed the enter button. "That'll be £1.65 please." He held out the money and she gladly took it. "Hey do I know you from somewhere?" She looked back up to him putting his money away and getting out his change, she smiled a little, it was nice to have a customer chatting with you. She shook her head and held out his change. "No I don't think so; I only got here a couple of weeks ago." He nodded his head and took his change, he shoved it in his pockets and she turned round to give the order to Molly. "Maybe you should come to one of my parties, get you in the scene a bit?" She laughed a little and shook her head. "I'm sorry I don't do parties." He chuckled a long a little, she thought his chuckle was cute but a little put on. "Fine then, how about lunch, tomorrow?" She smiled a little unsure of how to answer, she knew he could be trusted because well he was Bruce Wayne, but then again she was shy, but then again she did want to get out and about. "Sure! My shift finishes at lunch tomorrow, I'll meet you here?" He nodded his head and smiled, standing out of the way for more customers to put their orders through. He pulled out a small white card and flipped it over; taking a pen from his expensive looking suit he started to scribble something down. She looked over a couple of times to figure out what he was writing but continued taking orders from the customers, when he was done he held out the card. "My number." She took it with a smile and slipped it into her apron pocket. Then Molly came from nowhere and shoved a tray in front of her. "Come on Alice! Stop flirting and give the orders out!" Bruce chuckled lightly and Alice blushes a little, she apologised to Molly and gave the orders out to the waiting customers, she gave Bruce his last and smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow then?" He nodded his head and took the drink and began walking out. "That you will Alice!" She giggled lightly shaking her head that she hadn't even given out her name and continued with her days work.
With a sigh Molly and Alice flopped onto the counter top, they were both exhausted from the day of serving moody business men and women. "I don't know why you wanted a job at Costa Alice…" She giggled lightly and stood up properly Molly following suit, they both began to walk to the changing rooms. "Well if the jobs there you should take it. It brings the money in and that's all that really matters." Molly shook her head still not understanding why Alice had chosen the most annoying job in the world.
Alice had finally changed and began her walk home; it was a lot darker now than it usually was due to it being near winter, it was also getting a lot colder. She pulled her jumped closer to her body and shivered a little, she'd defiantly note to take a thicker jumper to work tomorrow. As she continued walking home she was quick to notice the street lights flicker on, she gazed up at one and looked around, the alleys to the side were void of light and looked like black holes, and she shivered a little, this time because of fear. Shaking her head and ridding any negative thoughts she continued to walk home; every noise however was making her jump, the cat that jumped off of the bin and sent it falling made her jump the most. "Pull yourself together Alice." She told herself.
She could finally see her house in the distance and this made her pace quicken, she only had to walk by one more alley and she'd be home safe. Without a thought she stormed pass the alley, thinking she was in the clear a smile spread over her features. A quick yelp and she had vanished into the alley.
Two strong arms were wrapped around her body, one was around her shoulders and covering her mouth, the other was around her waist dragging her further away from the safety of the street and into the darkness of the alleyway. She thrashed around in futile attempts to rid the attacker from her, however the attacker was much stronger than her and she deduced it was a male by his strength and his grunting. Still she was strong willed and continued in her annoying thrashes. "Hold still will you!" The man's voice was gruff and throaty, a chain smoker with a chesty cough, his hand reeked of cigarettes and other notions she didn't want to think about. When she was almost pulled right down into the depths of the alleyway she was thrown forwards, she landed on her hands and knees and in a moment of shock stayed deadly still; she heard grunts and scuffles behind her but dared not look, when the alleyway was left silent and the only thing she could hear was the beating of her own heart she had the feeling to look round.
As she slid onto her butt and looked round she was greeted with something peculiar, a tall man clad in black attire was looming over her. His clothing was odd to say the least; a helmet type thing in the form of what she could only describe as horns, he looked to be wearing some sort of armor and a utility belt around his waist, she looked a little closer and saw he was also adorning a cape and a bat like shape on his chest armor. Then she noticed that the only part of his body that was showing was his mouth area. She was confused to say the least but knew who the caped crusader was. The Batman.
"Are you alright?" His voice was gruff but not like the attackers voice, it was more alluring and mysterious. With her words in a muddle she settled to just nodding her head, she was still taking in the appearance of this man when he stepped forwards. She didn't flinch when he held out his hand for her, she was cautious however and slowly moved her hand into his, once she did she was hauled up like a rag-doll but she managed to catch herself before she made a crash landing into his armored chest. She stood back taking her hand back slowly, she made a small cough and began patting down her butt, and she looked to the floor to make sure she hadn't dropped anything. When she looked back up to thank the crusader he had vanished into thin air, she looked around a little frantic but knew it best not to hang around. Picking her bag up she jogged out of the alley and towards her house, pulling her key out she unlocked the front door, she gave one last look behind her but still didn't see anything, shaking her head she walked into the apartment building and onwards to her home.

Welllllll she met the caped crusader already! How lucky is she?
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