Author's note: If you ever see 'HOUSEKEEPING EXTRA WORK SCHEDULE' at the beginning of my stories, please ignore it. It's for my work and somehow it refuses to leave my Microsoft Word, so we all have to deal with it. It's like catching aids, we can never get rid of it. Was that joke to wordy? Mehh, I don't care.

I was walking down a white hall. My 6-inch heels were the only noise bouncing off the walls. My stomach was in knots. All I needed was the internship somewhere to complete my collage resume. If I didn't get accepted here, I could kill my collage day's good-bye. Well, unless I wanted to go to clown college.

My body quivered at the thought of clowns. I HATED CLOWNS. I turned the corner, and there it stood. The door to my future. The door to my next step towards leaving school, and becoming a famous Broadway performer. I read the name on the fatal door. It read: Commissioner J. Gordon. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"Where do you expect me to find a young pretty face," Gordon was shouting at hefty man wearing a suit and a fedora. They both looked over at me as they heard the door open.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I flushed, "I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back some other time." I started back out the door until I was stopped by Gordon. He gestured me forward.

"It's quite alright. What can I do for you, young lady," he asked politely.

"I came here to apply for the internship slot," I informed him with a confident smile.

Although the man in the fedora stepped off to the side, his eye never left me. It creeped me out. I shook my head slightly trying not to think about it and strode over to Gordon's Desk and handed him my resume.

He opened it and read out loud to himself.

"Name: Brittany Ann Starr; you're a senior in high school, and is seventeen due to turn eighteen soon," he looked at me like he needed approval to keep going. I just nodded. As if satisfied, he turned his attention back to my resume and kept on.

"Let's see here… You were in honor choir, and all-state choir (Alto). It says you've also sang on two local radio's and sang at the Lincoln Center in New York. You are first chair Trombone, went to honor band, was in jazz band. You've won 1st place at 3 different competitions country wide.

"You've been in over 10 different plays, five of the being musicals. It says that you were either the star or co-star. Not only that, but you've also been to 15 speech contests. 10 on them you won in first place, 3 of them were in second place, and 2 of them were in third place. Your grades consist of mostly A's and a few B's," he nodded. "Very impressive, but how will this help you in the law department?"

"Well," I started with a devious smile, "All I need is an internship for my collage resume to be complete. It never said it had to be a performing arts internship. However, I looked through the paper, and found this slot. Most internship slots are just for filing paper, and getting coffee," I gave my winning grin. "I happen to have a Starbucks card."

"You sound like you've got your head on your shoulder. Do you have any experience with jobs at all," he asked.

"Of course, I've worked at my local corner store when I was 14 as a cashier and I cleaned also. When I was 16 I worked at Applebee's as a host, until last month. I also volunteer at the Salvation Army," I told him.

"Well, you've impresses me," he said with a smile. "Your resume was excellent and you seem like a good kid. Also no one else applied for the job, So, congratulations Ms. Starr. You've got the job."

I was completely ecstatic. I even gave one of my happy squeaks, but I covered my mouth and apologized. This Gordon fellow seemed pretty nice. He wasn't a complete dick like my other two scurvy sex-craved mangers. I was so happy that I completely forgot about the creep fedora guy until he spoke.

"Jim, can I speak with you in the hallway," he looked over at me, "alone."

I was too caught up in my future flashing before my eyes to even notice them step into the hallway.

My eyes glazed over and I started to space off. When I space off, however, it's usually the same dream. It'll be me, center stage, single spot-light, singing an amazing solo on my stage. Broadway. Oh, how I wish to be on that stage someday. I've seen many musicals on Broadway. They always blew my mind. That's what I want to do. Blow people's minds and get a standing ovation.

I could just see it now. I'd be Elphaba from Wicked, flaunting my green skin, flying in the air singing 'Defying Gravity'. Every spot light on me, and smoke is floating everywhere, while every entertainment hungry audience member watched my in awe.

Or maybe I'd be Aril from Disney's 'The Little Mermaid'. I would be skating around in heeles covered by my tail, giving me a swimming affect. My curly red hair would be flowing behind me as I sing about falling in love with a human and wanting to be a part of his world.

The musical didn't matter as long as the experience was great.

I was snapped out of my spell when I heard the door open and watched Gordon and Fedora man walk in.

"Well Ms. Starr, we have your first assignment. It may be a bit risky and dangerous and something most interns don't do, but we're desperate," Gordon walked towards me with pleading eyes. I took a step back, worried.

"What," I asked nervous.

"We need you to disguise yourself as a patient and go into Arkham."

"The Insane Asylum!" I shrieked.

"I told you she wouldn't do it," the fedora man said.

I have no clue why, but I had the urge to make him eat his words.

"I'll do it," I stated with a stern face.

"You will," they both looked at me dumbfounded.

"Just tell me why it has to be me."

"Well," Gordon started, "You're young, and pretty. Also, if you're as good of an actress as you say you are then you will have no problem acting like them."

I gave a nod, soaking it all in, I've been around criminals before, so they don't scare me. My only brother got yanked when I was young. We got to visit him in prison. The first time was intimidating. We had to fill out this big ass form for each of us, which happen to be about 5 of us. Then we had to go through a metal detector that could see all the way though you, clothes and all. Us girls had to go braless because the metal wire at the bottom of our bra's kept setting off the alarm. I happen to get a pervy cop for my search when I stepped through the metal dector and got frisked. He grabbed my ass a lot until I freaked out and screamed that I was clean. I was only about 13.. 14? Fucking perverts!

We then got escorted from the check in building, past the barbed wire/electric fence of the inside of the prison. Snipers from the watch towers followed our every move to make sure we didn't do anything funny. Once we were inside we walked through a lobby and to a heavy black door with a guard outside of it. He grimaced and let us in.

Inside the room was full of prisoners in gray jumpsuits. They all looked thrilled to be actually outside of the prison area, and excited to see their loved ones. When we sat down with him he was in the middle of my mom and me. I was to his left. To my left was an inmate with his loved ones. He could have been in for rape for all I know! And me, a tiny little 13 year old girl had to sit next to him for 6 hours. Oh, did I mention this was at a minimum security prison? Fucking bull shit!

I shook my head coming out my memory stance.

"What's the plan," I asked confident with myself.

"We are going to send you into Arkham as a patient-" Gordon started, but I cut him off.

"Can I decide who I get to be," I asked excited. I loved making my own characters.

"It all depends on who and what your character is like. She has to be the badest of the bad."

"Okay, her name is Boo..." I started excitedly.

"Boo?" Gordon interrupted, "I'm not sure that's a very fierce name."

"Don't be fooled by the name. Never be fooled by the name," I said staring at him for a moment before continuing.

"Boo defends for herself, loves to fight, flirtatious, not easily scared, sassy and talks back. She finds killing someone is sexy. She's in Arkham for blowing up a school. K-12th grade. It was the school she went to," I told him with a smile.

"That actually sounds like a perfect character for this. Now like I was saying, 'Boo' will be sent to feel the whole experience," he looked at me. "So you know of the Joker," he asked.

"That insane clown? He scares the shit outta me, but yeah."

"Well after he threatened that something very big would happen to the city when he breaks out of Arkham. We want to know what that is so if does manage to get out, we can be prepared to catch him. That's why we are sending you in. We need you to get close to the Joker and find out what he's planning."

"But why me? Why not send a guy in?"

"Because you're more appealing than a guy is. Also he wouldn't expect us to bring in an intern who's not even graduated yet. We'll completely throw him off."

"That's... Actually really smart," my face dropped. "Wait, I have to get close to the Joker..? Are you crazy? I can't get close to the Joker! Do you want me to get killed? This is a suicide mission!"

"Told you she couldn't handle it, commissioner," said the fedora hat guy. He was really starting to piss me off.

"Now Sid-"Gordon started before he was cut off by me…again.

"No," I steamed, "I CAN do this."

I sent a death glare towards this Sid. He just smirked at me. What a creep!

"Well then, your training will start tomorrow at 8 a.m. You training will last about a week, " Gordon told me.

I groaned at the thought of getting up at 8 in the morning on a Saturday. A thought just occurred to me.

"Wait, what about school? I'm not graduated YET."

"Well," Gordon places a finger on his chin in thought, "Do you have classes in the morning?"

"Not until noon."

"Okay, come in until then. Once school is over, come back here to finish for the day."

After all of that was figured out, I shook his hand, said good-bye, then left.

I went to my car and began to drive home. It was evening and the traffic was terrible. When I got home I went straight to my room and crashed. I have a very busy week ahead of me.