A/N: Before I officially start this story, I just wanna say that this is my first time writing an actual story, so please, no flames- only constructive criticism and comments. Needless to say, I don't own anything in this story except Scarlet. *sobs* I want my Joker…Thanks a lot! Without further ado, my story!
Chapter One: The Colour of Blood
The bell rang, once again releasing us from the dim classrooms of Gotham High. I gathered my books and started towards the lockers. Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Scarlet Moore and I'm a freshman at Gotham High School. I'm 5' 5" and pretty much invisible. I have pale skin, light brown hair and a somewhat lanky form. But my eyes are what set me apart. They're a bright blue hue with green flecks in them. Anyway, I don't matter right now.
I passed by the window, I noticed an unmarked van running in the parking lot. In the driver's seat was a man in a hat and a trench coat with the collar pulled up.
He turned and looked at me.
Suddenly, I realized I had been staring. I shook my head and took one last peek out the window.
He was gone.
I blew it off. I mean, you have to get out of the car sometime, right? Any ways, I was supposed to meet Quentin after school today, so I couldn't waste any more time staring out the windows! I continued to my locker. I opened it, then set my books down. I began to pack up my things when I was interrupted.
"Excuuuse me, but could you, ah, di-rect me to thhheee… gym, little girl?" a high voice asked. "I seem to beeee…." It trailed off, looking for the right word. I turned around to see the man I had seen in the trench coat, staring down at me with his dark, almost black eyes. "…Lost." The last part was said in a low, husky tone.
I stared a minute or two, trying to decide what to do. "I'm, uh, in a hurry, you see. I need to… meet-ah with a fewww peo-ple." He giggled at the last part. Whoever he was, he was starting to scare me! "It's down that hall, past the music room," I mumbled, hoping he would go away. His eyes flickered with mischief. I turned back to my locker.
Much to my annoyance, he grabbed my shoulder. "Thanks a lot-ah," he said, popping the 't', "What's your name, lit-tle girl?" he asked, a grin spreading behind his collar. "Scarlet…. Scarlet Moore." I stuttered. I was really getting nervous.
"Hmmm… Scarlet, eh?" he purred. I nodded, turned and ran down the hall, hopping he wouldn't stop me again. I slowed to walk once I thought I was far enough away. My mind drifted off to the stranger. I thought I'd seen those eyes before… I wonder where I'd-
"EARTH TO SCARLET, COME IN SCARLET!" A deafening screech interrupted my train of thought. "Are you even listening to me?" Quentin spat. Obviously she had been talking to me for a while. Quentin Sharpe is my best friend and the prettier one of us two. She's a blonde with jade green eyes and a body like a model.
I shook my head again. "Yeah, sorry. Something on my mind…." I trailed off. "Geez, Scarlet! You gotta get your head outta the clouds! You're gonna get yourself kidnapped!" she joked, as we walked out the school doors.
She was more right than she knew.
Elsewhere
"Scarlet …" the Joker said sinisterly, "The colour of blood." A wolfish grin spread over his scarred cheeks. They would have to meet again.
A/N: That's the end of chapter one! Hopefully, my other chapters will be longer than this one, but it's my first fanfic… Please review and tell me what you think! (By the way, my dear children… DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS! XD)
