So this is a shorter chapter but I promise they will get longer after this. Please enjoy :)

I own NONE of the characters from the DC comics. Only the characters I create.

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Chapter One

She stared out the apartment window examining the city known as Gotham. A city that used to scream opportunity. A city that she used to hold faith in. That was of course until her entire family was murdered by a psychopath. She couldn't remember his name or what his lawyer's defense was. She could only remember the feeling that swarmed her heart when he was convicted and put on death row. She had never wanted so badly to see someone punished. An eye for an eye. Of course no one knew-

Three knocks from the door brought Rosalie back from her own mind. After a few moments of silence she brought herself to move one foot after the other. Pulling the door open, she had to force herself not to roll her eyes. There stood her landlord. A man she could only describe as… well greasy to be honest.

"Hey Rosy." He smiled a toothy grin. "Got this months rent?"

"Rosalie please, and I'm gonna have it… I just need to pick up my check from work today. I promise by no later than four I'll have it slipped under your door." She moved her finger in an 'x' pattern across her heart. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"You're lucky I like you. You haven't been late paying before so I'll let it slide just this once. If it happens again though I'll have to charge you extra." He sat for a moment in thought and then nodded. "See you at four." He stepped back and walked down the hall out of sight.

Rosalie stepped back inside and walked into the bathroom to finish preparing for work. She pulled up her dirty blonde hair into a messy bun. Her piercing blue eyes darted from the mirror to the TV screen in the bedroom. It was a breaking news report.

"Today in Gotham citizens gather around Gotham's National Bank to try and get a better look at the scene of a crime. A group of men hidden behind clown masks broke into the bank stealing a large sum of money. The group began taking out each other one by one until only one was left. It was discovered that this was the work of The Joker. The GCPD are working hard now to locate the whereabouts of The Joker and end the terror. This is Gotham News, and I'm Candice Fell, signing off." The TV switched back to some low budgeted soap opera.

Rosalie grabbed her bag and headed out the door and began her journey down the street towards her place of work. Of course she could ride in a taxi but that was just another dollar wasted. So she stuck with walking.

Finally she reached her destination… a Starbucks.

Yes a Starbucks.

It wasn't her ideal job obviously but it put some food on the table. And no she wasn't the one who made the fancy drinks. She got to wash the floor and the dishes. She lost her job at Wayne Enterprises shortly after her family had been killed. She stopped showing up to work and got a phone call and a letter in the mail. She didn't care. She hated having to be a secretary for Bruce Wayne. He was arrogant and egotistic.

She put on her gloves and apron and began cleaning the plates. One after the other. Josh, her manager, walked in shaking his head.

"You're late. Again."

"I know I know. I had to talk with the landlord and then I saw the news which threw off my whole schedule. I'm sorry Josh, really." She was being honest. Maybe not about the whole rushing to get to work but she was sorry.

"Ok look. I'm gonna give you one more free day. Just pick up your check and head home. Get a goodnight's sleep and you can pick up a shift tomorrow ok?"

"Thanks, Josh. You're the best." She smiled and gave him a quick hug. She yanked the apron off and grabbed her check. Grabbing her purse, she walked out the shop heading back home.

She had gotten so wrapped in her thoughts she hadn't noticed someone was walking on the same side of the street as her in coming right at her. By the time she looked up it was too late. One moment she was falling, but the next she had stopped. Two strong arms had wrapped around her waist and the back of her neck supporting her. She looked up to see who her savior had been and almost gasped.

Almost.

A pair of dark eyes were staring directly into hers. It was the only thing on this stranger's face that she could see. The rest of it was covered by a scarf.

A deep voice spoke next. "My bad. I uh… wasn't paying attention to my uh… surroundings." He emphasized the 's' and nodded his head in a jerky movement. "My bad-uh."

It took Rosalie a moment to find her own voice. She couldn't even see his face but she could tell he was a handsome bloke. "It's fine really. Don't worry about it." She stopped talking as he slowly brought her back upright. Then he withdrew his arms leaving her missing the warmth it gave her. "Thank you for catching me."

"What kinda guy would I uh be if I didn't?" His eyes wrinkled together as if he was smiling. Then he turned down an alley and began to start walking. He stopped and turned around. "I uh, I didn't catch your name doll-face."

"Oh um… it's Rosalie. Rosalie Thomas." She replied.

"Rosalie… interesting." The way her named rolled off his tongue was intoxicating.

Before she could another word he was gone. She questioned what made her spill her name so easily to a stranger. He looked at her with a look that she had never seen before.

She almost laughed.

She shrugged it off and decided it was time to go home and pay her rent. She would deal with life tomorrow.

There you go! Hope you enjoy the first chapter. Review if you wanna see more of The Joker!