I've decided to try my hand at a Joker/OC story set during The Dark Knight. What can I say? It turned me into a hopeless fangirl of the scarred maniac.
Seeing as this is my first try at any story non-anime related (more or less), bare with me if it's not all that great. The chapters will likely be pretty short, too.
Oh, forgive me if parts of this story are incorrect for whatever reason. Even though I've seen the movie three times, I don't remember alot of little details, such as the what happens when in the storyline. XD Also forgive me if Queen seems kinda Mary Sue-ish. She wasn't supposed to...
DC Comics owns The Joker, Batman, the storyline, Harvey Dent, and everything besides Queen.
The Queen of Hearts belongs to me.
1
The Queen of Hearts
The inside of the bar was dirty, hot, and filled with cigarette smoke and sweaty, drunken men.
Amongst the many men in the bar sat a woman with long red-brown hair. Sitting atop her head was a plastic crown, held in place by an elastic string that was tucked snuggly beneath her chin. The sleeves of her red shirt, which covered only her right shoulder, then fell and exposed her left shoulder and the upper portion of her chest, on which a heart—wearing a crown—tattoo was embedded, dangled down past her palms, only allowing her fingertips visibility.
The woman sighed and crossed her black jeans clad legs, before spinning in her chair and returning to face the bar counter. She took a sip of her water—not being much interested in alcohol—and eyed the man approaching her.
"Hey, baby," The drunken man slurred. "What're you doin' here by yourselfs?" He slung a sweaty arm around her shoulders, which she calmly shrugged off.
"I like being alone," She stated.
""You'd like bein' wit' me better," The man cooed, not being nearly as seductive as he thought.
"I don't think I would," The woman spoke.
"C'mon, gimme a chance. You won't regret it," The man leaned closer to her.
"You know what?" The woman asked, spinning around to face him. "You're boring. I don't like boring. So, how about a show?"
"I like the sound of that," The man cleared his throat.
"Good. You be the entertainment," The woman pulled a gun out of the back of her jeans and pointed it at the mans head. He backed up quickly, and numerous shouts arose from the bar.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to dance for the people?" The woman swung her arm out to recognize everyone in the bar. She lowered the gun and pointed it at the mans feet, pulling the trigger and driving a bullet into the ground right beside his shoe. The man jumped away.
She shot the gun at his feet again, and he jumped away from the bullet, again.
"Hmm," The woman frowned. "You are really bad at this. Who taught you to dance?"
"You bitch…" The drunken man hissed, going to hit the woman. She rolled her eyes and shot at his feet, hitting the target and sending a bullet into his foot. He screamed and fell back, holding his wounded foot in agony.
The woman sighed. "Tsk, tsk. You have to be careful, or you'll end up getting yourself hurt."
She clicked her tongue as she heard police sirens.
"That's my cue," She spoke, turning towards the emergency exit. She stopped, and leaned over the counter to look at the bartender on the floor, motioning to the still half full glass of water. "Put this on my tab." She smiled and quickly exited the building, just as the police entered.
Outside, on the wall beside the emergency exit, there was a heart, wearing a crown, carved into the wall.