First off i will say this is a Joker/OC story althugh Bane does happen to be in this chapter. It's because I hoping to do something with him very far down the road. The beginning of this story is a little rough, but I have big plans for it lots of twists. I just can't wait to write more of this story and share this plot I have lined up with you.


I was suddenly becoming very aware that what I had just done was very stupid. When someone is following you and you want to get away it's probably not the brightest thing to run into the Narrows. The man I was running from although chubby and short managed to follow right behind me at an alarming pace. I had encountered him right when I walked out of the bank, his stare was heating my body up in the worst ways and I knew he was following me as soon as I heard the crunch of snow behind me. That's when I bolted. This also made me aware of how stupid I was to wear my prized black booties and a dress today.

"Shit." I hissed as I reached the very top of the 10 story car lot I had ran into. I was hoping that there would be lots of cars and a soul in site to help me, but no such luck.

"Nowhere else to go, sweetheart." He was panting heavily as he grinned at me, "You've managed to completely turn me off," he growled inching towards me, "you're really not worth the trouble."

"The why didn't you stop chasing?" He made a sound of annoyance so I put my hands up and backed away. My back hit the railing and I glanced back to look at the very far drop. "I'll give you whatever you want. Just leave me alone."

"I don't want nothin' from you now." He growled running towards me and knocking me over the railing. I managed to barely grip onto the railing, it was cold and burning my hand.

"Please." I hissed through my clenched jaw, "Don't do this, don't be the fucking villain." My lungs were burning and I couldn't tell if the cause was from all the running or because of the cold air I was breathing in. "We have enough of those already in Gotham."

"I was just planning to be the nights lucky rapist, actually." He grinned as he dug in his pocket, searching for something. My arms were getting so weak and my fingers were just begging to stretch out. "Not how I was planning it all to turn out."

His smiled stretched, making his rotting teeth far more visible. His hand rose into my sight as he clicked open the knife, "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I growled wiggling around in mid-air, "You are so original, I never expected this in the Narrows."

"You're not really in the position for having such a smart ass mouth, don't ya think?" He stabbed the Knife down into the railing and slowly began to drag it towards my fingers. "You are making this so damn easy for me."

"I thought murders liked a challenge?" I spat back in a huff. I was almost ready to let go, I was sure I couldn't handle it any longer.

"Oh they do," He chuckled, "Trust me." I yelped as the knife dug into my pinky and my right hand instinctively let go of the railing leaving me struggling with only one hand on the railing. "You just look like a suicide, it will be so fun to see the police try an-"

He was the one yelping this time as he was ripped away from the railing, I no longer had anything to look up at anymore. I was sure that I wasn't about to be saved, no one gets saved into Narrows. I didn't have the strength to swing my arm back up and try to pull myself up so instead I let go. I closed my eyes, preparing for impact, but it never came.

I opened my eyes as I swayed in the air. My hand was enclosed in anothers much larger hand, "Ah, what a dainty little girl." His voice sounded mechanical and oddly cheery as he hoisted me up with only one arm as if I weighed nothing. "You don't seem to belong here at all." He wrapped his arm around my waist and gently slid me over railing.

He was huge. I couldn't even focus on the relief washing through me because of my feet touching the ground. "Well neither do you." I stared up at him for a moment, "Who are you anyways? You look like a higher class criminal."

I could tell he was smiling because of the crinkle by his eyes, "I'm not someone you should worry about just yet." He tsked me and lead me towards a car, the man that had assaulted me was nowhere in sight, "The fire will rise when it's ready, but until then, Kennedy."

I gasped as I turned towards him to see him holding my wallet, I hadn't even felt him get it out of my jacket. "Why did you-" Before I could finish asking, I felt a harsh blow to the back of my head. Light's out.


The first thing I heard when I woke up was yelling. Harsh, harsh, yelling. I groaned and rolled over, feeling around to see where I was. Based on the last thing I remembered, I wasn't expecting it to be good.

The second thing I heard was banging and angry muffled huffs, "Kennedy, please tell me you are in there."

My eyes snapped open and I felt disbelief wash over me upon realizing I was safe and sound in my room. "Holy shit." I muttered getting out of bed. I started walking towards the living room, but stopped when I realized the clothes I had been wearing the day before were neatly folded and laying in my chair. "They changed me?"

I shook my head and walked to the front door, swinging it open. "Thank god!" Arms wrapped around me, "I thought you were dead!"

I groaned and pushed her away, "Dead?" I rolled my eyes and walked over to sit on my couch, flicking on the tv. "Lena, cut the dramatics."

"You went to the bank yesterday and I didn't hear from you afterwards." She whined, shutting the door and walking over to sit beside me.

"Yeah, I ran into some unexpected people." I muttered, thinking back to the guy with the mask who had saved me from my almost murderer. She looked a little uneasy at my reaction to what she was saying as if she thought I was talking everything to well.

"Have you not heard?" She replied, snatching the remote from me. "The Joker robbed a bank yesterday and killed every goddamn person in it." She informed me, stopping on the news channel. "I was worried sick about you, you wouldn't answer your phone."

"The Joker?" I scrunched my nose as a picture of a man similar looking to a clown appeared on the screen. "Gotham has gone mad! First it's the guy with the mask and now the guy with clown paint on?" I sighed and turned back towards the tv, "Fucking insane."

"Guy with the mask?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows, "What the hell did you get yourself into yesterday?"

"Nothing." I switched the subject, staring intently at the screen. "Are those...are those scars on his cheeks?"

"Yeah, aren't they creepy?" I nodded my head in agreement, "Are you okay, Kennedy?"

I snapped my gaze towards her and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine!" I shrugged, turning off the tv and standing up, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just..." She rose her hand up and tugged on my hair, receiving a moan of pain from me. "You have blood matted in your hair."

I stepped away from her and smiled, "Oh yeah! No, I'm fine." I nodded ushering her towards the door. "I'll meet you at the fundraiser tomorrow okay!"

"Okay." She had a confused look on her face as I opened the door for her. "Don't be late!" She yelled as i was shutting the door, "And you should get that looked at!"

I groaned, leaning against the door. That last thing I was excited about doing was going to the Harvey Dent fundraiser. The one thing anyone should know about Gotham is that once you become someone important everyone else becomes nosey.