Hey guys so this is my first Batman fanfic (but I've been reading for a loooonngg time) and I would really appreciate it if you gave me feedback about continuing the story or how you feel about it! Yes, I am now realizing how short this came out to be, but it defiantly took up 2 full pages of notebook paper :p Sooo, I will be conjoining chapters from now on :) Trust me, it will probably never be this short again.

But thankyou for reading! Please follow/review, it's going to be a fun ride :)

"Are you excited?" asked one of the hosts leaning onto his podium. "I'm so nervous. What if I'm not good enough?" She replied running her finger through her light brown long hair, something she did often without realizing it. "Don't even think like that, you know you deserve this. Besides, it's not every day a 5 star chef wants to hire a 25 year-old from Gotham." the host said, winking at her. And it was true, this was a rare offer. Only 3 people were picked out of the nation to work under the infamous Chef Rodney. He was a world famous chef, known for his many shows on the food network and his award winning restaurants. He was opening a new restaurant in New Jersey and hired only the most qualified to work for him in the kitchen.

After 3 different cooking tests and competitions with 12 competitors, Chef Rodney chose 3. A 40 year-old man from Seattle, a 32 year-old man from Chicago, and 25 year-old Taylor Lucas from Gotham. Taylor Lucas still felt unqualified, even after winning many awards and being known as Gotham's finest gourmet chef. But why wouldn't she? The other finalists were even more well known than her and even appeared on a couple talk shows and magazines.


After work at Rosemary's, one of the best restaurants in Gotham, the owners and staff stayed after to have a congratulatory drink with Taylor. It was very flattering and bittersweet, because they were saying goodbye to not only their executive chef, but their coworker and friend. The whole night was spent with drinks, funny stories, and things they would miss about having her around. It was around 10 p.m. and Taylor had 2 glasses of wine and a shot, then decided to go home. She said goodbye after receiving a couple hugs and pats on the back. She called a cab and on the ride home, thought about how exciting her new life in New Jersey was going to be.


Her loft was nothing too impressive, but still very nice. She was comfortably middle class and had enough money to live off of, with the occasional splurge.

She threw her coat on the railing by the stairs after walking into her loft. Then, while walking into the livingroom, grabbed her favorite fuzzy purple blanket and collapsed on the couch, face first. After letting out a sigh, she turned on the TV to the local news.

"Authorities have released a statement about the recent robbery held at the Gotham Bank today by the Joker." a middle-aged woman with bright blonde hair reported on the screen.

Oh great.

"10 were shot and are currently being taken care of in the ER. Unfortunately 2 bank tellers were shot and killed. Our hearts go out to their families." said a stressed cop on the screen. The picture then changed to photos of the people who were killed. A man that looked to be in his early twenties and a woman about 50.

What did they ever do to deserve that? That poor guy probably didn't even get a chance...

Taylor then switched off the TV, deciding not to dwell over it. She always had a sensitive place in her heart, which wasn't always a good thing. It was very easy for her to be vulnerable to those kinds of things. But her trust in people was always on guard ever since the incident.

Walking over to the kitchen, wrapped in a purple burrito, she went to grab a glass of water. What she saw next made her jaw drop and knees go weak.

'Congrats Tay!'

It was a purple card with stars decorating the front of it. No one called her Tay. Not since she was in college. And even then, it was only one person. Not since then she let anyone call her Tay.

With shaky hands, she opened the card.

'I've been watching you.'

Who wrote this? How did it get into my home? WHO is watching me?

She had never been more terrified. For someone to have put the card there, they must have known where she lived. And how to get into her home.

She grabbed her gray cardigan and threw it over her pink bum shorts and black tank top while running out the door and out of the building. Not bothering to make eye contact. She needed to think.

Walking down the street of small shops and through the park, lost in her own mind, she considered wether or not she left a door or window open. The door? No, I remember double checking it before work this morning. Windows? No way. It's still spring and chilly outside. Taylor had always been prone to getting cold easily, even when it was 60 degrees out. What does the card mean? It defiantly wasn't ment to congratulate her. They put it there to instill fear. Will they follow me to New Jersey? While contemplating calling the cops, she looked up and realized she walked all the way to the Narrows. Even worse, an alleyway in the Narrows. She had to get out of there, now.

But how? She had no clue where she was. Suddenly, she was shoved up against a brick wall with a knife resting on her neck. "Hey there beautiful, looking for me?"

She was then turned around and the man placed a hand over her mouth before she could scream. From what she could see through the shadows, he was pale and had a scar where his neck met his left collarbone. It didn't look very recent and was about 2 inches long. She looked back up into what she thought to be his eyes. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears.

"Cause I've been watching you."

Taylor let out a whimper as her tears began to fall.

This must've been the man who put the card in my loft. This is how I'm going to die...

Remember to review! Also, a thing I want to start doing is giving a visual aid thing for you to look at at the end of some chapters. Cause I know it's hard for me to picture what a character is wearing or how a scene looks like. So here you go, Taylors Lazy day outfit: polyvore cgi/set?id=82366024

(minus the spaces)