It was just past 10:00 PM when all the commotion started. Loud chatter amongst a whole party of people was silenced instantly due to a gunshot, and Joker and his clowns walking into the room, which was now stood completely still in fear. Joker walked around the room, mocking people, theatening them with his small pocket knife for his own amusement. He made his way halfway around the room when a woman stepped out of the crowd.
"Ok stop." said an angry looking Rachel Dawes, clearly annoyed at the attitude Joker was giving the crowd.
"What gives you the right to just waltz in here and torment these people?" she said, now crossing her arms.
Joker licked at the scar on his right cheek before walking closer to Rachel, using his knife to smooth back his greasy hair.
"Well hellooo beautiful." he said, now hovering over a slightly frightened Rachel, ignoring the words she had just said to him.
He licked at a scar again. "Now what's a pretty girl like you doing putting her life on the line like this?" he said, his face hovering just inches away from hers.
Rachel turned her head, clearly disgusted by the man, and just as quickly as she did that, Joker had grabbed her face with one hand and turned her face toward his.
"Look at me." he said in an angry sounding tone, now holding his knife up to a struggling Rachel's face. "Do I make you nervous?" He paused. "Is it the scars? Do you want to know how I got 'em?"
Rachel spit in his face, still struggling. Joker laughed and took out a small handkerchief he had in his pocket and dabbed his forehead where the saliva had landed. Fortunately for him, it was only a small amount of spit, so not a lot of makeup came off. He chuckled lightly.
"Now that's not very nice" he said licking at his scars again, a smirk on his face.
He gripped Rachel's cheeks harder, her small, thin fingers clawing at his wrists. She had one last resort for escaping, so she quickly lifted her knee and hit Joker in the groin. He winced in pain for the quickest moment and stepped back, letting go of Rachel before laughing it off.
"A little fight in you. I like that." Joker said, walking back towards her.
"Then you're gonna love me." a gruff voice said from Joker's left side.
Just then Joker felt himself being thrown across the room, while his clowns ganged up on the newly appeared Batman in a failed attempt to hurt him in some way. The clowns were quickly tossed aside into a crowd of people who were still stunned, and didn't know what to do. Joker got up and licked his lips, and in one swift movement, he grabbed the unsuspecting Rachel and held her close to himself. He shot out the big window that was behind him, and changed his grip on Rachel so that she was hanging out of the window.
Batman took a step forward. "Let her go."
Joker laughed. "Poor choice of words." He said, letting go of Rachel, who was now sliding down the smooth slanted roof, her arms stretching out before her as far as they could, hoping to grab onto something.
Batman rushed to the window and jumped out, sliding down the roof after a screaming Rachel. Joker laughed his psychotic laugh and stepped towards the middle of the room again. He was about to say something when he heard another laugh; the laugh of a woman. He looked towards the direction of the laugh, which was somewhere above. He saw a girl drop down from a place in the roof, landing only a few meters away from him. The girl was in her mid 20s by the looks of it. She wore tight leather shorts, striped knee-high socks, pink Converse shoes, and a plain white shirt, which was covered by a black and white striped sweater with overly long sleeves, which looked like it could have been a straight jacket at one point before. Her makeup was very much like Joker's, just a bit more subtle and put on more carefully, and her hair was a bright pink, teased up and messy looking. Her eyes were completely black, obviously the work of special contact lenses, with scars above and below each eye. The scars looked like two light jagged lines across her face when she blinked, there was also a scar on her neck, showing that whoever tried to slit her throat, didn't do a good enough job. She stood with a cocky stance, smiling now instead of laughing.
"You sure do know how to pump up a party, don't you?" she said in a sarcastic, mocking tone. She looked around the room, in which the whole crowd of people was now looking at her. She chuckled and lightly licked her lips quickly, she loved being the center of attention. She looked back towards Joker, hoping for a good response.
"And who are you? Hmm?" he asked looking straight at her, a slightly amused look on his face.
She sighed at the boring response. "Me?" she laughed. "I don't have a name."
Joker licked his lips and squinted his eyes a little, clearly confused why this girl was here, why she had watched the whole scene before.
"You're wondering why I'm here, aren't you?" she said. "Truthfully, I'm new to this city. I came because I heard there was a good crime rate here, I've also wanted to see the Batman in action. I came here 'cause I was interested. I also wanted to see what kind of lame-ass idiots were causing all the whining in this city." she finished.
A man from the crowd of people stepped forward. "Hey! Why don't you take your meeting elsewhere? You ca--" before the man could finish, the woman had him by the throat up against a wall.
"I suggest you shut your trap, bud." she said, looking the frightened and shocked man straight in the eyes.
Joker was a little interested in this girl. "Maybe I can use her to my advantage." he thought, a smile now reappearing on his face.
"Now, now, leave the man alone." he said stepping closer to the girl, who had dropped the man on the ground.
She turned her vision to the Joker, who was now only a few feet away from her.
"Lets leave these people alone for now and talk this over elsewhere." he suggested.
He motioned towards the elevator.
The woman smirked. "I'll meet you downstairs." she said rather quickly, before dashing towards the broken window and jumping out.
The crowd of people gasped all at once, making it sound like a big studio audience in the background of some crappy TV show. There was slight chatter in the crowd. Joker just chuckled and made his way towards the elevator licking at his scars, motioning for his clowns, who were now starting to get up from the Batman beating they took, to come with him. The elevator door slid open and the men stepped inside. Just as the door was closing, Joker remembered that he had forgotten to do something. He held his hand out and stopped the doors from closing.
"Ahhh, I almost forgot..." he said, pulling out a grenade-looking object.
He let the elevator door start closing again before he pulled the pin out of the object and threw it into the room. It went off right away, though it didn't release an explosion, just a gas. Joker knew this wouldn't do much, seeing as a window had been shot out, but it didn't hurt to make a somewhat dramatic exit. He knew the people would panic about it anyway. A satisfied smile came across his face, and the elevator door opened. On the main floor of the building where some unconscious guards and people bound by ropes, and the woman, who was sitting on the arm of a big couch. She looked around the room at the people.
"You may not be as crazy as you look." she said giggling a psychotic giggle as she walked towards the glass doors.
"Shall we?" she said opening the door, walking out onto the dimly lit streets of Gotham, as if she was one of Joker's henchmen.
Joker and his men followed, and walked out the door. They quickly hopped into a van that was parked in front of the building, and the woman got in too, unaware of where she could be headed. At this point, she didn't care. She hadn't felt this much excitement in so long. She was happy to be where all the supposed "good" criminals were.
"So who the hell are you?" she said, directing her question towards the Joker.
"You've heard of the Batman, but you haven't heard of me?" Joker licked his lips and chuckled.