This story is completely my creation, inspired by the song Snuff by Slipknot. (You'll understand later) I will be switching between point of views in this story and this is just a trial chapter to see if people will be interested...

We meet a young assassin, fleeing her previous powerful boss for betraying him. While running for her life she finds herself coming to Gotham where she crosses path with the Dark Knight and his rival the Joker...

We'll see where it goes from there.

...I'll be making up a lot of names of Joker's henchmen and such as I go along, since he clearly doesn't keep them for very long, he drops them like a bad habit frequently, so they'll just be random, but probably important pieces to the story. As well; I've yet to decide when this story is taking place, but it will become clear more as the story progresses... perhaps post tDK, but I'll be making it up as I go along. *rubs head shyly* I hope you can forgive me for not being as well versed as I should. I will do more research though; promise! Also as I said I'll be switching between point of view; just to change things up a little, so I'll try to make sure everyone understands just who's point its from... :3

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Bury all your secrets in my skin, come away with innocence and leave me with my sins...~

Dead silent almost seemed to be an understatement at this time of night, I glanced down at my watch, or morning if one preferred. The invigorating cool air brushed passed me, causing my dark hair to dance around pale, tired features. A small, white looking object caught my eye as I crossed the street, reaching up to capture it between my fingers. As I flipped the mysterious playing card over, a Joker's grin smiled back at me. I squinted lightly, feeling on edge as I let the card go, back in to the calling wind. Here in Gotham City the Joker card held more significance than just the most powerful play in a deck, a wild card as it were. I had heard rumors, and it made me shiver. Glancing around, I realized then that I was still standing in the road way and took another careful step.

The piercing squeal of the skidding tires shattered the silence that was short lived over Gotham. My head turned swiftly, giving me just enough time to jump out of the way as what appeared to be a police car raced passed me. Though inside was a cackling madman I recognized instantly, a sudden rush of astonishment and fear rippled through my body as I stood once more. A dark blur sped across my vision, the whirling of Batman's bike barely missing me as it shot like a bullet, straightening out after the Joker. I gave a gasp of anger and ran after them, seeing both vehicles come to a stop just up the cracked and broken street. Although I felt wary about it, I couldn't pass up this opportunity, even if it meant cutting my time in Gotham City short.

I'm a criminal, I can handle this... I thought, as if trying to convince myself that made it okay to approach them. I knew enough on how to escape a dangerous situation that I slowly became comfortable enough with the idea, wanting to watch this fight in person. It was quite thrilling for a 'low on the food chain' assassin like me to see such an insanely wide known criminal like the Joker do battle with the Dark Knight. My eyes twinkled in anticipation as I neared, the Joker's laugh ringing out around me, sending chills up my spine. I had heard many stories about this man from Mobsters I had previously worked for, but none of them could have prepared me for this alarming feeling that set deep in my stomach.

Hardly able to contain myself I stood with a casual lean, hands resting in my pockets. The Joker grinned with a deep satisfaction as Batman repeatedly struck him. His laughter continued to sing out, acting like he truly enjoyed the pain being inflicted on him. His head whipped to the side, his neck giving a loud crack as Batman hit him hard in the side of the face. Our eyes met in that moment, and under normal circumstances I would have fled without question, but his penetrating gaze held me there, frozen in place.

I saw his mouth move, saying something but I seemed to have gone deaf for a moment, unable to hear anything but the pounding sound of my fearful, awestruck heart. The Batman followed the Joker's gaze, to my surprise, and now I had both of them staring me down. My eyes slowly shifted from the Joker's, to Batman's, and then back. I was quickly becoming aware, breathing quickening, a slight tremble to my hands and knees. I shied away from their tormenting gaze, but stood my ground.

"Well helloooo, beautiful...~" The Joker sang out, his Glasgow grin widening in delight.

I blinked, looking around for a moment before realizing -from the Joker's amused snicker- that he was talking to... me. I would have been flattered had this been anywhere else, but with him trapped beneath the Batman I was much too distracted. Still, I could feel color burning my cheeks in a light blush. Luckily I was still a fair distance from them both of them, I didn't have to worry about it much. Furthermore I genuinely didn't care what most people thought of me.

Batman and the Joker, were not most people.

Finding I had been rambling on in my own thoughts, Batman brought my back to reality, ordering in a deep, harsh voice that I should turn myself around and run away. Easier said than done as the bottom half of my body still wouldn't cooperate with the orders my brain was giving. Not at least, until I heard the sound of police sirens howling out in the distance. I moved instantly and took Batman by surprise, tackling him off the Joker out of pure instinct.

The next few moments went by in a blur...

Joker's laughter rang out, Batman made a disapproving grunt which followed closely by some yelling. I found myself shrieking as well, a powerful arm wrapping around my waist and dragging me off. I growled, fighting around my kidnapper but he was much too strong, no matter what I tried. It frustrated me, being not the first time someone tried to kidnap me but I always managed to get away. This time was different, like I was attacking an immovable object that just wouldn't let go. He whistled loudly, a black SUV with tinted windows swerved in front of us, the door sliding open. I was carelessly tossed inside, and painful pinch catching me in the back of the neck and suddenly nothing.

Blackness.

My mind wandered in and out of consciousness, still trying to figure out all that had happened as my thoughts shifted to much earlier.

A clear view in my head, showing me staring at my watch. The time was almost four in the afternoon and from the looks of things I had appeared to have just woken up. A loud knock caught my attention, head turning quickly as I threw my bag over my shoulder. The window was my only way out and I took it, heading quickly down the narrow metal steps of the fire escape.

With an exasperated sigh I put out my thumb, walking along the side of the highway that shitty motel I was staying at was positioned beside. The place was so bad I didn't feel that I should pay, that, and I was dead broke. I had left my previous job not a day prior, leaving my Boss with a nasty taste for revenge in his mouth. In my business if you weren't prepared to run for your life, change cities all the time, take on a new identity every few weeks, fight, lie, cheat, steal, never make true relationships with others, and most importantly kill to avoid leaving a trail or just to survive;you would just become another Jane Doe. Left in a ditch with your throat slit, or tied to a rock at the bottom of the ocean. For now I would choose life, if only to satisfy my need to win.

A dark car pulled up next to me, a young man glanced out the window, cigarette hanging loosely on his lips. I gripped my bag strap tightly, sauntering over to the car. My eyes met his and a smile greeted me.

"Where you headed sweetheart?" He said with a thick, Boston accent.

I played cute, smiling at him,"where are you headed?"

"'Round Gotham..."

I could tell that he didn't want to tell me exactly where he was headed, but Gotham was perfect, there were plenty of Mobs I could go to for employment and protection. I didn't know why I hadn't thought of that on my own.

"So..." His voice brought me from my thoughts.

"Great," I exclaimed, "Gotham City is exactly where I was headed!"

He nodded, "hop on in."

The drive was relatively quiet, aside from the usual questions someone would ask when I got in their car. I gave him a name, one I would quickly forget, told him some back story about running away from home to visit my boyfriend who was now a police officer in Gotham. The idiot seemed to by it with no issue, casually offering me a smoke. I just shook my head and focused out the window, listening to the radio as it played some kind of rock music I casually tapped my foot to.

Soon enough Gotham City came in to view. I stared at the breathtaking sight, my eyes glowing with anticipation. I was so much enveloped in wonder that I barely heard what's-his-name talking to me.

"This is as far as I'm goin' sweetheart." He repeated, this time I heard him.

I reached down to nonchalantly scratch my leg, and pulled a gun from my gray suede boot.

"You're gunna have to walk from h-" his eyes widened in horror and I gave him a short look, shaking my head. He raised his hands for a moment, pleading, "please don't shoot me. I'll drive ya wherever you wanna go."

As his hands moved back to the steering wheel I placed the gun to his head, shaking mine once more disapprovingly.

"O-okay, what do you want?" Tears were forming in his eyes but really I felt nothing.

"It's not about that," I smiled slightly, "I just can't let you leave knowing someone might catch wind of where I am."

"I won't tell anyone, I promise!" His pleading was getting more desperate, I rolled my eyes. This was not unusual, everyone was the same.

"Yeah, see..." I nodded knowingly, "they always say that, but I'm just not prepared to see if that falls through or not. My life's on the line you know."

I waved the gun a little, caught up in thought, allowing the driver to grab the back of my head and slam it in to the dashboard. A low hiss escaped my now pouting lips, turning my attention to the man holding a gun, my own gun, in my face.

I felt slightly disoriented by my mind focused quickly, allowing me to comprehend the situation at hand.

"Now, that really wasn't nice." I sighed.

"Just shut the fuck up!" His shaking was intense, making it hard for him to keep hold on that gun. It took a lot for me not to crack a smile, damn rookies could never hold a gun straight in the face of someone who they were about to kill. Had I not been looking at him, I would have thought back to my first kill, but it wasn't the time...

I made a face, unamused.

"Now get the hell out of my car!" He shouted suddenly.

"This is why I always make it quick," I explained to him, "to avoid getting those...shakes. The longer you wait to shoot a person, the harder your subconscious will fight you not to."

I gradually moved my arm toward the door handle, allowing the knife hidden in my sleeve to drop carefully in to my waiting hand. I gripped it and quickly twisted my body, moving the gun away with one hand as I plunged the knife deep in to his jugular with the other.

"See I don't like using knives," I told him, taking my gun back as well as the knife. His eyes were wide as he clutched at his throat, gurgling as he began to drown in his own blood. He was trying so hard to breathe as I continued to talk, "they're just too personal. I try my best to avoid letting those who help me, suffer. But sometimes..." My voice trailed off as I reached over him, opening the car door. I unbuckled his seat belt and gently pushed his form out of the car. He struggled for a good thirty seconds, clinging to the remains of his pathetic life but it was in vain, and soon the light faded from his eyes. "Sometimes it just can't be helped."

Luckily none of his blood got on the car, or on me. I grabbed for his wallet sitting in the center compartment between us and took out the handful of twenties I found there. I tossed the wallet on to his body, feeling only right for someone to know who this dead fellow was before I climbed in to the driver seat. The car was still running, Highway to Hell playing on the radio.

I fixed the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the blackening around my eye from him slamming me in to the dashboard. Shutting the car door, I flipped down the overhead mirror and reached in to the side pocket of my duffel bag for my compact, dabbing the bruising. No way was I going in to a new city looking like that. I had to make a good impression in order to find a both worthy of my many skills and talents. Not that I was one to brag...

The car ran out of gas not too much farther up the road but I wasn't planning on keeping it anyway. Before setting it ablaze I changed in the back seat. A fresh pair of dark bray jeans, a dark purple and white striped shirt, and black jacket. Topped off with my favorite pair of buckled leather boots.

A gust from the explosion hit me as I left the wreckage with nothing but the clothes on my back, the money -a total of $200- in my pocket, my gun tucked in to my boot and knife up my sleeve. I made sure to destroy the rest of my belongings, not wanting anything to be left to trace back to me. I had dragged what's-his-name in to a visible ditch so someone would see him soon and that was the end of that. The gentle wind called hauntingly, whispering as it welcomed me to Gotham City and then my thoughts dissipated.

Back to black...