Disclaimer: I do not own Batman Begins or any of the characters within the movie

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman Begins or any of the characters within the movie. I do however own my OC.

Born Insanity based on the struggles between the crazy psychopath, the Joker, the on-the-run criminal Jonathan Crane, Bruce Wayne, etc. The whole city of Gotham digs into a deeper hole as the arrival of the Joker came into their lives. However, Miranda, (OC) has problems of her own. She is mostly affected by the appearance of the Joker. Want to know why? Read and find out. R&R please, thanks. Enjoy.

A/N: To anyone who is curious about my OC listen up. I already had two reviews asking me if my character was in any way related to the Australian supermodel Miranda Kerr. Well sorry but my OC is not based on the supermodel. I know it's a little late for that but I didn't even know she existed until after I started righting this story. I just wanted a name that sounded good and had a nice nickname that the Joker could use later on. So please if you can, know that she is fictional in this story. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. Sorry to leave you guys misconstrued. Thanks.

Phoenixblood

Born Insanity

1. Before the Beginning

"Come on Joey!" a little girl's voice called out. The voice belonged to a girl about eight-years-old with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. It was getting close to dusk, the sun setting quickly. A small boy about twelve with equally similar light, slickly combed hair turned as his name was called. As the boy looked in the reflection of the water everything blackened.

Beep…Beep…BEEEEEEEEPPPPP!

Miranda gasped, rising from her place frantically as the continuing noise of the alarm clock screamed at her in the morning. She moaned in distress as she reached over to turn off annoying device that she normally despised. Finally the unbearable screeching ceased, leaving the dark room quiet. She sat up in her bed, moving her feet hanging off its side. She sighed, rubbing her face with her hands.

She glanced at the clock, moaning as it was flashing the normal loathing time of the morning:5:30am. Why in the world does she get up this early? She never could figure out why she even bothered to wake up this early in the morning. She finally stood, making her way towards the bathroom. She took a long, hot shower until she finally awoke from her dazed mood. As she dressed and looked into the mirror, she stared long and hard.

Her hair was cut to the shoulders and dark in the light. Her eyes were dark bluish-green as she stared at her complexion in the mirror. This is how she was every morning. She loathed the night for it only gave her recollections of things she never wanted to remember. Things she forced not to remember. To never speak of it was the best for her; but it haunted her mercilessly. She knew it would never change.

If it does change, it would get worse. You know how people always say when bad things come at first they'll end up good in the end? Well Miranda Kerr would never relate to that expression. After that one night, everything went down, taking her along with it. She shook off the long concealing silence, continuing to leave for work.

She left her apartment, heading out into the world of Gotham City. As she departed from the building, she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Hearing the various taxi cabs honk with frustration as they almost ran her over on the cross walk. Miranda walked a few blocks until she reached her work.

As she entered into the small building, she was called.

"Miranda! Is that you?" a very worried female voice announced. It came from the back room.

"Yes," Miranda replied in a loud tone.

"Oh good, I was worried you wouldn't come in today," the voice mentioned. A woman finally popped out from the small back room. She was young, about her early thirties, with shining blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Chrissie? What's the matter now?" Miranda questioned. This girl might have been pretty but she was always messing things up for her.

"Nothing sweetheart, I just wanted to tell you about what you missed Saturday. Oh you should've been there," Chrissie gloated, a hand to her chest. "So many gorgeous single men in this city."

"You know I'm not up for the higher class business parties Chrissie," Miranda reminded.

Chrissie is a party person, always looking for the most pompous celebrities within Gotham City. Miranda always refused to take part of these 'business' parties. There was nothing there but scandalous, cheating rats with skeletons in their closets waiting to be revealed on the media.

"Miry, you know you should come with me one night. How about this Saturday? It'll be worth your while. I mean you're still young, aren't you?" Chrissie reminded. Sure the girl was young, but even though she was in her early twenties, she must've lived a lifetime. Sometimes she wondered if she died and was brought back to life into a whole new being.

"I highly doubt it'll be worth my while," Miranda objected. Chrissie sat on Miranda's desk crossing her legs, and stared at her hard.

"You never learn how to live until you take the first step honey. Besides it'll be fun," she encouraged. Miranda shook her head.

"You may want to party your life, but I would like to some answers," Miranda informed. Chrissie sighed with disappointment.

"Honey, it's been two years. You're never going to find him at this rate," she mentioned with a hopeless tone.

"Thanks for the encouragement."

"I didn't mean it like that sweets. I'm just saying that maybe you should take a break and face the fact that he's gone."

"He's not gone," Miranda objected, her eyes staring at her hard She gave a don't-say-that-again-or-else look. Chrissie backed away slightly from her expression.

"You know what I mean Miry. If he really was missing then he knows how to take care of himself, doesn't he?"

"Still as soon as that night happened he disappeared and I never heard from him. No note, no call. Nothing."

Miranda could see the incident in her mind as if it happened yesterday. It would replay in her mind like a horror movie she could never turn off. The police searched for the suspect of course, but found no sight of him. Even though she's still searching, she knew in the back of her mind that if she found him, she would never forgive him.

Her thoughts were distracted with photographs, articles, and posters of events that happened years ago. She searched on her desk, collecting possible numbers of people she would have to question. She would take notes and every week she would call the police department to see if they found certain victims related to the incident. Unfortunately, she wouldn't get a response she was hoping for.

"Sorry Miss Kerr, we couldn't find him. Why don't you just take a break?" Lieutenant Gordon would suggest.

"Lieutenant, I have to find him. You want to solve this case don't you?" Miranda questioned anxiously.

"Miranda," Gordon would sigh. "Look if we found him, you would be the first to call. But you have to let us do our job as well. There are far more insane criminals we have to worry about. We can't just focus on one psychopath in Gotham.

"I mean we're still looking for Crane and some of the psychos that busted out of Arkham," he reminded.

"Don't you have the Batman to do that job for you?" Miranda asked harshly.

"Hey he's human too, don't forget. He can't do everything in this city. Besides we're the ones who put these lunatics in the asylum."

"Yeah and he just drops them onto your doorstep leaving a note saying, 'Can you take care of this for me?'"

"He's done this city a favor by putting those psychos behind bars," Gordon corrected. Miranda sighed in defeat. Of course the police was going to side with Batman.

"I know," she commented. "It's just…I don't know."

She could hear Lieutenant Gordon sigh. He of course knew her story. He led that case two years ago. He knew how much she suffered after that night.

"Do me a favor, will you?" he asked.

"Sure anything."

"Get some sleep and take a break. Just trust me on this will you?"

"Okay. Thanks Gordon," Miranda replied as she rubbed her head.

"Night Miss Kerr."

Miranda heard the hum off the phone cut off on the other side, and then finally hung up. Her mind was going nuts. She wanted to just ignore Lieutenant Gordon's request, but she refused to follow her own inner instincts. She looked around her office, hearing the empty silence around her. She looked at the clock. '7:30pm' it read. She suddenly heard someone bustling about in the back.

"Chrissie?" she managed to call out.

"What?"

"Do you need me for anything?"

"No, why?" Chrissie's voice questioned as she stepped out from her office to Miranda.

"I'm going to go home," Miranda replied.

"Well I'm going to head out too. I have a dinner date with this guy I met Saturday," Chrissie informed. "Did you have any luck today?"

"Not as much as I had hoped," Miranda sighed.

She grabbed her things and headed out the door with Chrissie from behind. They exited the building walking out onto the sidewalk. They walked in the night, with streetlamps shining on them every other block. Miranda was looking at pictures of recent criminals that either escaped or have been captured. Chrissie eyed one of the pictures taking it out of Miranda's hand.

"Ooh, what do we have here?" she questioned as Miranda began to object.

"Gordon sent it down. Every time he's looking for a criminal he tells me to keep an eye out," Miranda mentioned.

"Oh why are the bad guys always so…"

"Psycho?" Miranda finished. Chrissie looked at her with objection.

"Oh come on Miry. I mean if you saw this guy, wouldn't you just die? Come on, he's definitely your type."

"Chrissie!" Miranda snatched the picture from her laughing.

"What? It's just a shame that all of the hot men in this city all turn out to be behind bars," she defended. She grabbed another photo. "Is he part of your investigation?"

It was a picture of Dr. Jonathan Crane.

"Oh, he's someone I want to meet," Chrissie announced with satisfaction. They stopped in front of Miranda's building.

"They haven't caught him yet. Gordon told me he was still on the loose," Miranda explained. "Apparently he was that crazy psychiatrist in Arkham."

"Oh you can't tell me he's not something," Chrissie teased. Her smile was interested. "Now that's the kind of guy I want to see you around. I mean look how handsome."

Miranda snatched the picture away from her.

"Well I know one things for certain. I'm never trusting you to put me up on a blind date with some stranger. For all I know you could just pick him up off the street," she said.

"Oh, I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. I'll see you Miry. Wish me luck," Chrissie said as she hugged Miranda and ran down the street to her car.

"Good luck," she called as she watched Chrissie drove away from her apartment.

Miranda stepped into the building, making her way towards her apartment. She felt eerie as she walked down the empty hallway towards her door. She finally entered into her apartment, putting down her keys and bag on the kitchen counter. She flicked on the light, looking into her small home. She sighed in relief.

Her mind needed rest; she needed that sleep that Gordon suggested. In all reality however, she knew that she wouldn't sleep. After an hour of being in the apartment, she realized that she was again busy with the photos she received from the police department. She glanced at each picture, studying their crimes. There had to be a reason. There had to be some hidden link between each of these criminals. They seemed to have escaped from Arkham and were never caught. They just kept disappearing in numbers, getting higher each week.

"Batman is apparently not doing his job well," she said to herself. "If that man Crane isn't caught soon who knows what he'll do."

She grabbed the picture of Crane staring at him hard.

"Perhaps he would know something about him," she said thoughtfully. As she stared at the picture, the phone rang loudly. Miranda literally jumped as she sat on her bed, reaching over for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Is this Miranda Kerr?" a rough stern voice questioned.

"Yes, who is this?" Miranda asked feeling a bit eerie about this strange person on the phone.

"I have something you might want," the voice replied. "Look out your balcony."

Miranda dared to turn her head towards her bedroom balcony. She literally screamed when she saw a tall dark figure staring at her through the clear curtains. She put the phone down, exiting her room towards the kitchen. She grabbed a sharp cooking knife from one of the nearby drawers and headed back towards her room.

As she entered back into the room however, the shadow was gone. She gasped as she peered into her bedroom. She actually went out onto the balcony finding no one there. She breathed in relief as she re-entered into her bedroom. When she turned around she screamed. The Batman stood there, grabbing a hold of her and covering her mouth. She dropped the knife onto the carpet as he closed the balcony doors behind him.

"Stop screaming. I'm here to ask you some questions and give you some answers," he said. "But first I need you to calm down. Deal?"

Miranda nodded, feeling his hand release from her mouth. She turned to face him quickly.

"What do you want?" she questioned with great curiosity.

"Lieutenant Gordon told me that you were looking for something or rather someone," Batman explained.

"Maybe I am," Miranda supported. "But why would you want to know? You can't possibly be of any help."
"You don't seem to like me very much do you?"

"Nothing personal."

"None taken."

"You still haven't told me why you're here," Miranda reminded.

"The person your looking for disappeared some time ago, am I right?"

"Yes, about two years so far," she replied.

"I heard he was a suspect of a murder," he added.

"Two actually. One involved his parents. The other his wife who disappeared for a month until they found her body by the lake. She apparently was to have a baby," Miranda recalled.

"Why are you looking for him?"

"I want answers, I want to know what happened to him. I want to see him again," she explained. She could feel her throat start to hurt.

"Do you have a picture of him?" Batman questioned.

"What for?" she asked.

"To help. We've been spotting someone nearby causing robberies and killing near the power plant," he replied.

"Surprised you didn't catch him yet," Miranda commented, leaving him to stare at her hard.

"I'm not a miracle worker Miss Kerr," he remarked. She went towards her pile of pictures finally finding the ones she wanted.

"Here he is," she said as she handed him a picture of a young man in his late twenties and bright brown hair.

"This the only picture you have?"

"The only recent one. Gordon gave it to me after searching for his license. He found it in his home after it was disserted," she explained.

"It'll have to do," Batman commented. He tucked it away in his suit, staring at her for a moment.

"If I need something I'll call you," he mentioned.

"I'll keep that in mind," Miranda commented.

"Good night Miss Kerr," he said as he exited to her balcony and disappeared into the night. She shook her head as she closed her balcony doors, locking them firmly. How was he going to help when it took her two years of searching and not one clue? She sat on her bed, putting away the pictures, leaning her back against the wall. What she didn't know is that the answers she was looking for are a lot closer than she thinks.

She will find him. She will find him and try to help him. She wonders if he really meant the things he done. He killed his parents and his wife without a reason. Now it was just a matter of time until she would find him. He was her brother.