A/N: Hey guys! It's Victoria and this is my first Batman fan fiction. The story will be AU because it's kind of hard to write about an OC and not be AU but I will try to keep it as close to the story line as possible. Also, this story takes place during the Dark Knight and will continue after it and I may or may not include the Dark Knight Rises. I really enjoy reviews wither they are good or bad. I want to know what you like and what you don't like about the story. I really hope you enjoy reading my fan fiction and please please review. I do no own the Batman series or its characters. I only own Julie Gordon and any other characters you do not recognize. Thanks!
Chapter 1
I groaned softly as I heard the obnoxious sound of my alarm going off. My chocolate brown eyes flew open as the lights are turned on by someone who wasn't me. My alarm clock was then shut off which made me assume that my fiancé, Jack Napier, was the reason that all of these actions happened. My assumption was confirmed as I felt the lips and scars of Jack's mouth touch my temple.
"You never do that. What's up with you?" I ask a little suspicious and sit up in the cozy queen size bed.
"Nothing. Am I not allowed to kiss my fiancé?" Jack asks with a small smirk that causes his scars to be more pronounced.
"Come on please tell me!" I beg him.
"Okay fine, let's just say I get to make a good deal today that could possibly change Gotham for the, uh, better." He explained.
I had never known much about Jack's job. All I knew is that he made his money off of making deals with people. It's not like we really needed money; Jack's father was rich so when he died Jack got all of his money so we were set. Jack's job usually gave him a good amount of money but mine on the other hand didn't pay as well. I was a police officer. How could I not follow in the footsteps of my old man, Lt. James Gordon? My dad and mom never got married because they didn't get along. I loved being a police officer; it was nice saving people's lives.
"Well, that's good. Just letting you know I may be late tonight. Bruce and I are having dinner together." I tell Jack as I get out of the bed and head to the bathroom.
Jack walks behind me and rolls his eyes. "I can't see how you can stand being in the same room as that man. He's so cocky and arrogant."
I shake my head and turn to face Jack. I had known the famous Bruce Wayne since I was a little girl. My father kind of helped him out when he was younger and every time I came to visit with my dad I would end up hanging out with Bruce. Jack for some reason never liked Bruce. I always kept asking Jack if he would be willing to meet Bruce but every time he would say no.
"No he's not. You just don't know him." I say and look at him closely and realize that he dyed his once sandy colored hair to some light green shade. "What did you do to your hair?"
"I felt like I needed a change." Jack turns around quickly and heads out of the bathroom.
I shake my head and start to get ready. My morning routine was relatively simple. Every day I would pull my hair into a bun and slip on my uniform before walking out to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water and an apple to eat. As I walk into the kitchen I can see Jack rummaging through a bag.
"What are you looking for?" I ask him curiously.
"Uh…nothing just making sure I have everything for the deal today. So, do you like that hair?" I bite my bottom lip.
"Not really but if you like it then I like it." I tell him and kiss him softly before grabbing my keys. "I'll see you tonight unless your…deal goes on until the night. Maybe then we could work on some wedding stuff?"
"I'll call you once I get done but I have to leave town for a couple days. Did I mention that?" I sigh a little. I loved Jack and all but I started hating his job recently. He was always busy and traveling.
"You just did. I'll see you once you get back. I love you." I tell him before walking out of our apartment.
On my way to work, I pick up my partner, Lance Patterson before heading to the station. We weren't through our normal routine of asking how we each of us were and then I stopped by the local bakery to grab coffee for us. This day happened to be different. I was just about to pull into the bakery but I overheard that there was a robbery at the local bank. The bank was not even two minutes from the bakery so of course we had to respond first.
The first thing I noticed when I arrived at the bank was that there was a huge hole in the side of the building that was caused by a bus backing into it. Lance and I both get out of the cruiser, flash our badges, and head inside the bank. Lance and I split and I find my father inside one of the vaults. I give him a small smile and then Detective Anna Ramirez a nod.
"He's like he can't resists showing us his face." I hear Anna say.
"Who?" I ask curiously and my dad hands me a picture.
"He calls himself the Joker." Anna says.
I look over the blown-up picture and study the man in the picture. The man had curly, greasy, green hair and wore white make up all over his face. He also had on red lipstick that he shaped into a smile and there was black make-up around his eyes.
"He looks familiar." I tell my dad and Anna. "I think I've seen him before, I could be wrong."
"Put this out, by the morning we can put a big top over central holding and sell tickets. What's he hiding under that make up?" My dad tells Anna.
I glance up as I see something move from the shadows. I wasn't shocked to see Batman standing in front of me. The Dark Knight lived for these types of things. Unlike most people who lived in Gotham, I knew the true identity of Batman. I walked in on Bruce working on the bat suit and since then I knew that Bruce Wayne was Batman. I watch as Anna and the forensic photographers leave and my dad hands Bruce a picture of the Joker.
"Him again. Who are the others?" Bruce asks.
"Another bunch of small timers." My dad says which causes me to snort.
"Sorry. I thought it was funny." I say and see Bruce smirk at me as my dad turns away for a second.
I watch as Bruce digs through his belt and pulls out some strange device and moves to the bundle of cash on the ground. He then scans the cash near one of the clown's dead body and the machine dings. Bruce hands it to my dad which he then hands it to me and I seal it in a bag.
"Some of the marked bills I gave you-" Bruce was saying but my dad cut him off.
"My detectives have been making drug buys with them for weeks. This bank was another drop for the mob. That makes it five banks-we've found the bulk of their cash." My dad explains.
"But what about the Joker? What does he have to do with the robbery and the mob? And don't you want to catch both of them?" I ask.
"One man or the entire mob? He can wait." Bruce says.
"We'll have to hit all the banks simultaneously. SWAT teams and backup." My dad explains and holds up the bundle of banknotes. "Once the new DA gets wind of this, he'll want in."
"Do you trust him?" Bruce asks.
"Are you talking about Harvey Dent? He's actually a pretty nice guy. I got to work with him once and I don't think you have to worry about him getting involved with the mob or the Joker." I butt in.
"Yeah right Julie, it'll be hard to keep him out of all this." My dad says and turns to give me the banknotes. "I hear he's as stubborn as you."
My dad says this but Bruce quickly disappeared. I shake my head and send a text to Bruce telling him to be careful since I know he's going to want to be involved in this. I tell Anna and the photographers that they can come back in and my dad and I leave.
"You look upset about something. Do you want to talk about it?" my dad asks and I removed my gloves.
I sigh and look at the ground. "It's Jack, well it's his job. He's been busier than ever and he's now traveling a lot more. I know that's a good thing for his company and all but I just miss him. Plus, I'm basically planning our wedding myself."
My dad wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head. "Maybe you should talk to him but remember this no matter what he's never going to be good enough for you in my eyes."
I laugh and stop walking. "I should get going. I do have a case to work on. I'll see you whenever. Tell Callie, James, and Barbara I say hi." I say before heading to my car.
It was about 6:30pm and I was currently standing outside of some fancy restaurant that Bruce likes to eat at. I felt severely underdressed with my dark wash skinny jeans, brown boots, white tank top, and brown knit cardigan. It was the only thing I had in my locker that would be nice enough for me to wear to a restaurant and I was also running late. Bruce greets me at the door and leads me to a more private area of the restaurant that he probably owns.
"So, how was your day?" he asks me as the waiter pours me a glass of red wine.
"Well, I got up and learned that my fiancé was not going to be around for a couple days and I have no idea where he is going and now I had to deal with the Joker and the mob." I answer him and take a small sip of my wine.
"I can take care of the Joker." Bruce says with his signature Batman accent which causes me to laugh. "I really think you should leave Jack, that is his name right?"
"I don't know. I mean our relationship was great at first but these past few weeks have been hell. I actually think he's cheating on me. I found a shirt of his with red lipstick on it. The lipstick isn't mine since I don't wear make-up." I explain.
"Then talk to him. There's no harm in talking. Communication is the key to having a successful relationship isn't it?" I scoff at him.
"And what do you know about having successful relationships?" I ask and wink at him.
"Probably more than you. Maybe he's just not the right guy for you but I assure you any guy would be lucky to have you as a wife." Bruce explains.
I smile at him and see him give me a small smile through the candle light. I never actually told anybody but I used to have a crush on Bruce but who didn't? He was charming, handsome, and not to mention rich but none of that matter to me. I mean for heaven shakes I was dating a guy who had a permanent smile carved into his face.
"What about you Bruce? You've got to have a special girl in mind. Let's face it, you're not getting any younger." I say.
Bruce runs a hand through his hair and shrugs his shoulders. "I did like Rachel but she's with that DA Harvey Dent."
I frown slightly. "I'm sure the right girl is out there for you."
