Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything except for my characters Emily Leighton Bennett and her father, Charles Bennett.
Rated: M –language, future adult scenes, gore… ah, who cares?

The songs I put in the beginning are the ones I was listening to while I was writing the chapter so you can see where I got some of my inspiration from.
I'll try my best to write about Heath's Joker. He was bloody brilliant in the Dark Knight and he honestly deserves to get every award he's nominated in for it. Rest in peace, mate.

Sur le Fil – Yann Tiersen

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

The large group of musicians looked up at the conductor, waiting. He lifted his hands up in the air and the music began instantly. A few minutes into the song, the orchestra slowly became quiet as I began my cello solo.

It was beautiful. My fingers delicately glided along the strings and as I finished, the audience erupted into a loud applause. I stood up and took a small bow, my cheeks slightly red.

I looked over at the conductor who was also clapping with tears in his eyes and beaming at me. I blew a small kiss to him as the whole orchestra stood up and bowed. When the curtains finally closed, I ran over to him, "How was I?" I smiled up at him.

"Sweetheart, you were wonderful," he replied in his English accent and hugged me, "come, we have a party to attend." "Yes, we shall go," I slightly mocked my father's properness, giggling.

When we arrived, I looked up at the tall building, "Whoa…" I whispered, "he lives all the way up there?"

"Yes dear, it even has one of those little helipads," my father said. "Show off…" I mumbled. As we reached the top and got out of the elevator we heard, "Ah, the guests of honor have arrived!"

The large room of people clapped and smiled as we entered. We both smiled graciously. "Charles!" An old woman called over. "I must be going, a lot of catching up to do," my father winked.

I smiled as I walked around the room, not too interested in talking with anyone; I just wanted to relax until when I heard my name. "Why, isn't it Ms. Emily Leighton Bennett."

I turned around and saw my best friend. "Why, isn't it Mr. Bruce Wayne," I smirked. He pulled me into a tight hug, "you were amazing tonight."

"Ah, I wasn't too bad," I chuckled. "Wow, you look gorgeous," he said as he eyed me up and down. I was in a beautiful black dress that was stitched up in a somewhat odd pattern and had my black curly hair pinned up in a loose bun. "Thanks," I blushed. I still wasn't used to getting all of these compliments.

We walked out onto the large balcony and into the warm May night. We began to talk about current events when I brought up the Batman. "I heard he's helping the cops with the whole mob situation," I said. "Ha, I'm surprised he's not hanging upside down in a cave," Bruce muttered.

"What is your problem with him?" I rolled my eyes, "he's helping Gotham. If it wasn't for him, half the people locked up would still be roaming around the streets, causing even more chaos."

"I don't know, he just seems like a freak to me… flying around in a cape…" Bruce shrugged. I sighed, "jealous much?" Bruce snorted, "not at all, Em, not at all."

"I wonder what he's like…" I wondered and for a split second I thought I could see something in Bruce's eyes, like he wanted to tell me something…

But the look quickly disappeared as he answered, "Em, he's probably just another loony that escaped Arkham. They'll catch him one day, you'll see." "Geez, so stubborn…" I giggled at him until I felt a light punch on my arm. I turned towards him with a fake shocked look and punched him back, only harder.

He gasped and gave me a joking glare. "Oh, it's on Ms. Bennett," he whispered with wide eyes. I gave a small shriek and started to run around the balcony as Bruce came closer and pretended to grab me. "Argh! No fair, I'm in heels!" I yelped. "Don't care," he replied, "I'm still going to get you back for that." He finally caught up to me and began tickling my sides. "Nooo…my weakness!" I laughed uncontrollably.

Bruce and I have been friends ever since we were babies. My parents were great friends with his parents. I was there for him when his parents died and he was there for me when my mother died of cancer just 4 years ago. He made everything so much better. He told me all of his secrets and I told him mine… but made the mistake of telling him that I was extremely ticklish. He used that as an advantage in situations like this.

It always worked.

We both fell to the ground slowly, still laughing, exhausted. I looked over into his penthouse and could see almost everybody looking at us with concerned faces. "Hmm, Bruce…haha…look," I nodded my head over to them. Still lying on the ground, he bobbed his head over to the left and saw the crowd staring at us.

"I bet they think we're weird," I chuckled. "Pft, let them think what they want," he bobbed his head over to look at me, "they're the weird ones," he said in a childish voice. I burst into another fit of giggles.

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Short, sorry. I need to get ready for a party. Happy New Year, everybody!
Oh, this is the dress Emily is wearing.
http : / / s548. photobucket .com/ albums/ii355/And-Here-We-Go/?action=view&t= badgley-mischka-platinum-label-plea. jpg
(don't forget to take out the spaces in the link)
If you can't see it, the password is poindexter