Author's Note: Not all of this is mine. Only a bit.

Prologue

Angelyne was nineteen when her parents died. They were Marines, special trained operatives and they were on a mission when it went bad. She got the letter two days after her birthday. So she packed up to go live with her favorite cousin in Gotham City, Bruce Wayne. Angelyne, called Angel by most, has a disease called Leg Calf-Perthis. In which she is subject to terrible pain and one leg is shorter than the other, causing her to limp. This will cause a certain amount of trouble for her in the future.

Chapter One

Why Bruce has to have these stupid parties, I shall never know. While he is my favorite cousin, he does some of the most ridiculous things ever. Like throwing a party to make fun of Harvey Dent. Most people would think my cousin is doing this to help Harvey. No. He's doing it to mock him. To mock what he stands for. I've never met Harvey. I just moved here because my parents died. Marines couldn't be depended on to be alive all the time.

I was standing right in front of the drink table when he burst into the ballroom. The Joker. I'ld only heard stories about him; only seen pictures of him.

"Ladies and Gents, we'll be the entertainment for this evening." The Joker said, his real grin adding to the scars.

Where are you Bruce? I thought, looking around for him.

As my eyes swept back over the room, I made eye contact with Joker. He grinned and started towards me, swaggering a bit.

"Well, hello beautiful." He said, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You're Brucie's cousin, aren't you?"

I saw Rachel out of the corner of my eye and before I could stop her, she was in front of me.

"Leave her out of this Joker." Rachel said, not sounding the least bit threatening.

I shoved Rachel away.

"Stupid chit, let me handle this. Wouldn't want your pretty face messed up now would we?" I said, watching her flinch as she looked at my face.

She backed away as I squared my shoulders and looked Joker in the eye.

"I am Bruce's cousin." I said nonchalantly.

"I was here for Harvey Dent. But you'll do." He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the elevator.

My limp got worse the faster he walked and I finally couldn't keep up with him. He picked me up, slung me over his shoulder and ran. He turned a corner too quickly and my head hit the wall, knocking me into unconsciousness.