This takes places in the movie right before the parade to honor the death Commissioner.
„So – ho- ho. Now that we're all cops, I suggest we be-have as such. Let's get some co-ff-ee." the Joker said.
"Boss, let's get it somewhere else." One of his man said.
"Why? Is there a reason Billy?" the Joker was curious now.
"Yeah, it's the girl that works in there. She's weird." Billy replied merely.
"Oh really? I've a thing for weird woman. So I should meet her, shouldn't I?" the Joker returned amused as he made his way in the little shop. It was one of these typical small shops with just a counter and two bistro tables. As soon as he opened the door and looked in the girls eyes behind the counter, he knew what Billy meant. The girl was a tall blond with blue eyes which gave you the feeling of get x-rayed. She greeted them with a smile. But not one word of welcome.
"Three coffee." snapped Billy at the girl. She just nodded and turned around. She grabbed three to-go-cups and placed them one after the other under the coffee maker.
The joker knew that his scars would probably give the girl a clue who he was, even without make up. And he didn't want to risk any complications, but the girl starred at him with no shame. She hadn't stopped smiling since she stopped him entering the small shop.
When Billy put some money on the counter, grabbed the coffee and started to go, the Joker stopped him with a move of his hand.
"How did you know we wanted coffee to go?" the Joker asked.
The smile on the girls face grow even wider. "Oh, I guessed you had to be somewhere else soon. The parade is about to start in five minutes." she replied nonchalant in a sweet voice.
The joker was stunned for a second before his own trademark smile appeared on his face. He nodded and turned around to leave.
As soon as his henchmen closed the door, he turned his head just a bit and commanded. "Make sure she's in the office when we get back there. This girl is not weird, she's crazy. Interesting crazy. She knew exactly who I am but wasn't scared. Not. Even. A. Bit."
The joker came back to the empty warehouse that he called the office. It was in the Narrows. In those ugly places a police car wouldn't show up even if they would call the police. His mood wasn't the best. The major was still alive but at least Commissioner Gordon was death. Harvey Dent could escape as well and even take his new best pet, the pathetic schizophrenic boy from Arkham with him. Crane wouldn't be pleased to hear about that.
"Boss, the weirdo is upstairs." one of the henchmen told him.
"The weirdo?" the Joker asked confused. By now, he had already totally forgotten about her.
"The girl. The barista?!" the men asked.
"Oh, her. I forgot. I hope for your own sake, that nobody saw you kidnap her." The joker hissed.
"Actually, we didn't kidnap her."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The Joker asked furious by now. He hated it when he had to interview them for every little detail.
"She went along on her own free will."
The joker furrowed. First this girl didn't even flinch when she sees his face, now she was here on her own will. "Pray, idiots. Pray she isn't a cop." he snapped before he went to the highest floor of the building which was the Joker's private flat.
When the Joker opened the door and found it unlocked, he decided that one of the idiots downstairs had to die. To make an example what happened if they do their job lazy.
He expected the girl to sneak around or sitting in a corner crying. But what he not expected was to find her sitting on the couch, starring at him as he came through the door.
"Well heeeello beautiful." The joker said teasingly as he went towards her.
She just kept smiling and nodded.
"Aren't you going to tell me your na-ame?" the joker asked nearly annoyed. She didn't seem to be scared. Not. A. Bit.
"And here I thought you still remembered, Jack." she answered.
A/N: So this is the epilogue. The first chapter should be up soon.