Disclaimer- I do not own ANY of the DC Comic characters. Not The Joker, The Riddler, Scarecrow, Two Face, or Batman. If I did I would I would be rich and famous and would love it! But I don't...T-T
A note from the author- This is my first fan fiction so please be nice! And if you want more please let me know!!
Summary- I never thought that I would actually run into the escaped psycho's from Arkham Asylum...but then again, things don't always go the way they are planned...
-Wrong-
I never really wathched the Gotham news. Sure some of it was good, but it never interested me. When I told my parents this they freaked out. They yelled at me that it was unsafe for a 21-year-old girl to not be watching the news in a crime filled city like Gotham. It's not like I didn't know who the pychopathic people were. I knew that The Joker, Two Face, The Riddler, and Scarecrow broke out of Arkham Asylum. And I knew Batman, that the guy that ran around in tights and a mask, was going after them. I just never cared. It's not like I would ever run into them...right?
Wrong.
The cool air wiped through my hair and sent chills down my spine. I was really jumpy: even little noises freaked me out. I just got off the graveyard shift and was heading back to my apartment. which was, of course, on the other side of town. Not only that, but I just happen to work on the more...dangerous side. It also didn't help my nerves that I had to walk home because my car was inpounded.
So here I am, walking home at night, on the shady side of town, while The Joker, The Riddler, Two Face and Scarecrow are out running around probably near me. So yeah...I'm freaking out.
Usually when I am coming home from work I would take an alley way that leads nearly straight to my house. It cuts of 20 minutes of a commute when I am walking. But looking at the alleyway in the dark...it didn't look as inviting...
I suddenly heard a noise from behind me. I quickly spun around, but saw nothing there.
"Relax...you're just letting the mood of the moment get to you. Relax. Nothings there. You're just being paranoid", I kept mumbling to myself over and over again.
I heard the noise again, but this time it was accompanied by maniacal laughter. I bolted down the creepy alley even though my mind screamed not to.
The evil laughter continued but seemed like it was fading, so I stopped and turned around. I saw a distant figure of a tall, lean body. His hair was all over the place and looked like he had on an orange jumpsuit. It suddenly hit me...he was The Joker.