So this is how it is ... i don't get much time really to do this but i loved reading batman fanfic so much i thought i would have a go at it . this is my first batman fanfic and first OC. I think the update rate will be one every week but if i get time during the week i will update then. ive rated this M because of swearing , violence , smut and drug use anything really im not to sure whats going in this as im writing as an idea comes so having it as a M covers me for everything. If your reading this thank you in advance and dont be afraid to tell me how you think the story would go message me on :)

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It was so dark.

It was so cold.

I was laid in the back of a burnt out car in the middle of an alley-on the side of the freeway - in the town of Gotham. I was screwed up in a ball, kind of how a dog goes to stay warm; yes well that's what I was doing. It was the middle of the night maybe about 3 but I couldn't be sure because I didn't own a watch. I didn't own anything. Only the clothes on my back which included a pair of black skinny jeans –ripped in places because of old age, white shirt- well originally white now a patchy brown and black from the dirt, purple jumper three sizes too big for me and a pair of black converse high tops. Nothing flash but it kept me warm on the streets.

I was living on the streets. With no home no food and no means to make money. This car was my pathetic home until I found somewhere new to stay. I used to live with my parents in a nice big home on the suburbs of Gotham. I came from a rich family and used to get what I wanted most of the time apart from independence. My parents always argued with me and treat me like shit believing that I was still a little girl even though I am 17 nearly 18. So one day after a particularly bad argument I decided to leave couldn't take anymore and decided that I would be better by myself. I do miss them but I'm not giving them the satisfaction of going back to them. I doubt they even looked for me. I've been gone for about one year now and it been tough.

I met a man that was a low time drug dealer. I helped him with his deals in exchange for me staying at one of his homes he owned. For a while, l I took the drugs from the supplier to the buyer. It was fine until one day one of the buyers wasn't going to pay for the sash and decided that I should be taught a lesson by hanging out with the 'big boys' thankfully someone came and saved me before he was able to fully undress me but it shocked me pretty bad. I decided to learn how to defend myself and learnt some simple but effective fighting moves so if anyone tried to cross me again I would be ready. There is only so much that skills can do though since I'm a 5 foot 6 inches, 154 lb girl, bright red hair, pale skin I'm not to threatening. I was kicked out about a week ago for beating up one of his men when they tried to touch me. So now I'm back on the cold street, have no source of income and nowhere to live.

So that's how I'm laid here freezing my ass off in the back of a car trying to sleep and keep warm. I was just about to dose off when heard footsteps. I froze unsure if it was just my mind play tricks on me but then I heard a whisper as well. I don't own any form of weapon so I frantically started to look around the car for anything sharp that could help me defend myself and came across a broken beer bottle. I gripped the neck of bottle tight as I slowly pulled myself up to look out of the window down the alley.

No one was there. I looked left and right down the alley, which was only lit with one street light, but found no one. I decided it must just be because I was tired and hadn't eaten in a few days. I settled back down and closed my eyes again trying to go to sleep.

Then I was suddenly grabbed around the legs and dragged out of the car. I hit the ground hard and smacked my face on the floor. I could feel blood coming down my head and raise my hand to feel were I was cut. Before I could even raise my hand high enough I was hauled up and forced against the alley wall. My hands were raised above my head and held there in one of the palms of the attacker. The man holding me was very strong and easily over powered me.

'Mmmm..... don't you think a pretty little girl like you should be at home rather than sleeping in the back of a car dangerously close to where a certain criminal's residence is?'

I froze. I had heard that voice before. I refused to look up from the ground and look the man in the face who was talking to me. It can't be. How did this happen to me.

'And you certainly are young and very pretty if you don't mind me saying so'

I felt a hand smooth its way up my leg and around my waist until he had me in a vice like grip holding me close to his body. All the while I had still not looked at him. I held my breath and didn't dare make a sound unless it would provoke him further. I couldn't believe it. I was in this situation once again. One week on the street and I was about to be raped. Part of me wished one of the other men would have been successful. It seemed worse I was going to lose my virginity in an alley way rather than in a house.

'Why won't you look at me sweets?' he grabbed my face in one of his massive hands and pulled it up to meet his face.

'Look at me!'

His breath smelt like he had neglected his toothbrush for years.

'I said LOOK AT ME!'

I slowly opened my eyes. It was indeed the man I feared it would be. I had heard people talk about him. I had seen him on the news and heard his voice, now he was right in front of me this close to me with my life in his hands I was scared shitless.

The joker looked me up and down taking in my outfit and body. I was glad I had my jumper on as my shirt was tight and revealed a bit too much cleavage. After studying me he stared at me dead in the eyes for what felt like forever. I was glad he was occupied with my eyes as I looked around for where I dropped that broken bottle. It was on the floor just a few feet away from where I was. I looked back at his face and met his gaze.

'What you looking at freak!' I mustered up from somewhere within myself. I wasn't quite sure where this new found courage was coming from but I couldn't care I was going to die in a few minutes anyway. He seemed surprised and let go of my hands and took a step back. I thought he was letting me go free until I felt a cold hand leave a stinging feeling across my cheek. It was so hard it forced me to the ground at the joker's feet. Lucky for me it was right next to the bottle. This was my chance. I picked up the bottle and swiped at him all in one fluid move. I didn't know what had happened until a few seconds later I was back against the wall again but this time the bottle was against my throat. I had caught the side of his face as it was bleeding and had a nasty cut that would surely leave a scar. Not that they were any competition with the current ones going upwards from his mouth. His famous 'smile'. He stared at me with such intensity that I thought he was going to kill me there and then. I decided to say something as it may be my last words.

'Are you going to do anything or just stare at me'

His glare softened. A terrifying grin rose on his face and his eyes lit up. He dropped the bottle and I heard it smash on the ground. He pushed up against me more so our faces were barely millimetres apart. I noticed he smelt of gunpowder. I noticed this as I always loved the smell of gunpowder. I used to smell the party poppers once they had been pulled and a burnt out match. This was the only thing I could think at this moment his smell was intoxicating. While I was contemplating all this in my head he had resumed staring at me.

'I can't help it toots, I was just thinking about my options for you are'

Great this sounds like it's going to be fun.

'Option one: I can kill you and leave you here for cutting my face'

Shit this is really going to happen

'Option two: I could leave you here to starve or be raped by some dumbass that is walking home from the bar'

'Or option three you can come with me and I can have my fun with you'

I wish there was an option four none of these appealed to me

'You are coming with me' it seemed he made his own mind up. He picked me up and flung me over his shoulder in a fire mans lift.

'What?!' can't he just kill me and get it over with. I would rather not have this drawn out.

I kicked against him and shouted out for someone to help me

'No no no no no ...'he muttered and I heard a smacking sound of him licking his lips ' I wouldn't do that if I was you'

That was the last thing I remember for everything blacking out and going silent.