Authors Note: So this is my very first joker/oc story and I hope you like it. I let my friends read it before I posted it up, they said they loved it but I don't know if they were lying. I think its long, and just a heads up, I don't think that all my chapters will be that long. Sorry its mostly descriptions of Sophie. I wanted it to be like you could make an image of her. And make you see how she felt about things.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Dark Knight, but I do own Sophie.

Chapter one: Sophie

A freak wasn't that bad of a word in Sophie's book. She believed that if she wasn't one of the mindless sheep in the crowd than she was okay. She only ever wanted to be herself and be seen in the image of her choice, which usually consisted of clothing from Hot Topic. The image she was trying to achieve was the person that didn't care what others thought, that nothing could bring her down, except the image she got was a loner. She didn't like it. Once she tried making friends with the new emo kid in class, but that didn't work out very well so she decided not to try again.

School is horrible. She was teased for her attire and for the fact she ate alone and was always alone. In simple terms, they made fun of her because she was different. It was a wonder that she hasn't come to school and shoot up the whole place. Every day was always the same. She went to class, got picked on, ate, got picked on, went home, and then the next day started. Boring right?

Sophie is seventeen and in eleventh grade. You might think that people got better at the name calling, but it only got worse for her and better for others. Mostly because when she was little she came to school with a frown on her face. Not the regular kind, but the everlasting kind that will never go away, the carved in kind. Lots laughed, some stared, and others made jokes. She was a proud person so she would never let anyone see how this affected her, it was only when she was alone she would wear her feelings on her sleeves. Besides the scars, she has a green-blue right eye and a dark green left one. It was common in twins. She had one but her twin brother died in her mom's womb. Her hair was two colors. The bangs are green and the rest was black. No it isn't natural, she dyed it at the beginning of ninth grade and she kept dying it so her natural blonde hair wouldn't grow back in. She is skinny, not anorexic skinny, but she is skinny. She weighs a hundred twenty-one ponds. Then there was height, she isn't short or tall, she is 5'4. She isn't ugly either, but wouldn't call herself beautiful.

Looks matters a lot to the people in her school. They would, and still do, wake up at four in the morning so they could stand in front of the mirror for hours fixing their hair and things like that. Sophie wakes up at seven, barley enough time to straighten her hair, put on eyeliner, put clothes on, eat, and brush her teeth. That usually took about thirty minutes or so. Looks to her didn't matter too much.

There was also a popular boy at her school. One year older than her, and his name is Bruce Wayne. You could tell he would do something in his life but you couldn't tell what. Personally she liked him. Not in the over obsessive kind of way. He told everyone to stop messing with her, it didn't work though. They picked on her when he wasn't looking. At least he cared, or was it because of pity? She hated the thought of pity. It made her feel like she couldn't stand up for herself. Still, she secretly loved how someone cared.

So anyways, it was another day at school, and she was sitting in the back of the classroom. Empty desks littered the areas beside and in front of her. She was in the very last row so nobody sat behind her. Her teacher then said something about a new student.

'Probably another jock,' Sophie thought to herself, quickly taking it back as the boy walked into the room.

"Class this is Jack Napier," our teacher told the class. "He is our new student."

By the way, you could tell he would accomplish something in his life. Not the good kind like Bruce. You could tell just by the maniacal glint in his eyes.

'Wait,' Sophie thought, looking at his smile. 'He has a permanent smile, just like how I have a permanent frown!'

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