A/N: Hey dear readers. The idea of this story suddenly popped into my head and I started writing. Hope you would like. This one is just an introductory chapter. The main story will start from the next chapter.

This story starts where the movie The Dark Knight had ended. Then it will take one year leap.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC and some random characters.

Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

The whole area was thickly covered by S.W.A.T teams and cops. News reporters were scattered around the area, waiting patiently for their breaking news. Some of them were busy in giving live updates while some were preparing their camera. Police officers wrestled to get those reporters away from the MCU building.

Commissioner Gordon stepped out of the building with detective Stephens. The reporters immediately started to throw questions at him. When the court finally declared to send him to Arkham, the news spread like fire. Gordon scowled upon seeing the sea of news reporters. Turning his head to his right he watched the road as his eyes searched for the transporting van.

"How long they will take?" Gordon asked to his colleague, running a hand over his face.

"They'll be here at any moment." detective Stephens replied. He'd just completed his sentence and a white transporting van came into their view.

The van slowed down when it reached in front of the building. Police officers batted the news reporters away from the way of the van. The back door flung opened and four uniformed guards stepped out of the van, three of them holding guns while the remaining one had a taser gun. Small two way radios were tucked at their shoulders.

"We're ready to move, Commissioner." one of the guards informed. Gordon nodded at him then looked at detective Stephens. He motioned him with a slight jerk of his head. That sign was enough for detective Stephens as he nodded and ran back inside the MCU building without wasting any time. The sooner they send him away the better. Gordon heard detective Stephens barking commands towards the cops, to get him out of the holding cell.

Moments later he came back running and joined Gordon but didn't say anything. The duo moved towards the transporting van and waited for the main person to appear. Gordon looked up at the night sky. It was a tiring day. His whole body was screaming for bed, his eyes were begging for sleep.

Closing his eyes, Gordon sighed through his nose. Finally the chaos, the anarchy came to an end. But it came at a great cost. Gotham had lost their white knight and the dark knight was now considering as a murderer. Gordon had never felt so guilty in his life before this. When he was destroying that bat signal, it felt like his own heart was shattering into pieces.

Gordon remembered how little Jim kept asking him why they are chasing Batman. He was a good man who saved them from Harvey. He remembered how he told his son to keep his mouth shut about Harvey Dent. It was for Gotham's good.

"He's coming out..." a lady reporter yelled, breaking Gordon's train of thought. His eyes shot opened and he looked at the building.

There he was, coming out of the building escorted by four S.W.A.T officers. Cameras started to flash rapidly when the celebrity came into their view. His hands were cuffed and legs were shackled as if he was the devil himself. One of the S.W.A.T officers shoved the butt of his gun at his side to make him move faster. The glare he received that could make a dead man flinch.

Green messy locks were dangling from the side of his face. His tongue flicked at the corner of his mangled mouth like a serpent. A menacing smile slowly spread on his scarred lips when his eye landed on the Commissioner and his colleague.

As they proceeded towards the transporting van, questions were thrown towards him, even some curses. He walked past them, ignoring all those foul languages. It didn't bother him anymore. When they finally came in front of the van, he looked at detective Stevens and smirked.

"Congratulations, you've won a lifetime vacation in Arkham," Stephens said with heavy sarcasm.

"I don't mind if you, uh, join me." the man said then smacked his lips before continuing, "Then you'll have-ah a lot of time to mourn for your dead friends-ah." he finished with a sadistic grin. The detective fumed with rage when the restrained man reminded him about his dead cop friends. Gordon realised that he was trying to push Stephes' button.

"DETECTIVE..." Gordon yelled at Stephens, who immediately looked at Gordon. "...calm down," Gordon told him quietly this time. The detective shot a threatening glare to the restrained man then looked away so that he didn't have to see the ugly painted face. The cuffed man laughed through his nose. Hmm hmm hmm.

"Put him in the van," Gordon ordered the guards in a tired voice. S.W.A.T officers handed him over to the guards and moved forward to their S.W.A.T van. They had a duty to escort the van securely to Arkham Asylum.

Gordon watched as the guards shoved the restrained man into the van and took the seat away from him. When one guard was about to close the door, the restrained man grabbed Gordon's attention.

"Com-mis-sioner..." Gordon looked at the man's painted face without moving his head, waiting for him to continue. the man swept back his messy hair from his face, the metal cuffs made a jingling sound in the process. Gordon frowned when he didn't say anything. The guards were also growing impatient. Waiting for another moment, Gordon himself reached to close the door of the van when the man spoke again. "Why so serious-ah?"

Gordon immediately slammed the door. He clenched his jaw as his ears were assaulted by that maniacal laughter.

At Arkham Asylum

"New entry," Dr. Arkham said to his secretary, handing her some papers and sitting on a chair across her. The secretary frowned looking at the small number of papers provided by GPD.

"Sir, only this!" she asked her boss. Dr. Arkham looked at the papers in her hands.

"We don't have anything other than that." Dr. Arkham replied as he pulled a patient's file from the heap of files on top of the desk, to check something.

"It's just criminal records. No name, no address, nothing, that's weird." his secretary commented as she put those papers inside a new file and stuck a number on the top of it, 4479. Dr. Arkham chuckled at her comment.

"This is Arkham asylum, Sam. You can't expect a normal person here." The doctor stated without looking up from his file. She smiled dryly at his comment as her fingers did their job to enter all the information in the computer.

"Sir, what to put in the place of patient's name?" she asked in a bored tone, looking up from the computer screen. Her hazel eyes fixed on her boss' face. The doctor looked up from his file and his eyes landed on that new file on the desk, 4479.

"As he likes to be called..."He leaned back in his chair. "...the Joker." His secretary nodded and entered the name.

...

Three guards led the new inmate towards his new room. They gave him the traditional uniform of Arkham Asylum. Orange jump suite with a number labelled on the right side of his chest,4479. He watched as they passed other cells and welcomed by some curious eyes of its inhabitants.

Looking down at his chained body Joker snickered. They thought they could bind him. He was an unstoppable force, he was a storm and nobody can leash a storm. The guards gave him a look wondering what he found so funny in those shackles.

"This place is so boooring," chewing his scars Joker complained. He was not going to stay here for a long time.

"Call us and we'll entertain you, clown." a guard with military haircut growled and pushed him forward. The scarred man laughed through his nose.

Stopping in front of a cell, the military haircut guard reached to open the door. Despite being shackled the Joker was intimidating. All three guards were shorter than him. He looked at the other two guards. One of them was much younger than the two. A mischievous thought crossed the Joker's mind and he stared at the younger guard with an unnerving gaze.

The young guard sensed his gaze and gulped audibly. His one hand automatically found itself on his taser gun. The Joker smirked at this but didn't remove his eyes from him. Opening the cell door the military haircut guard turned around and saw this.

"What, kiddo... you afraid of this freak?" he asked. The Joker's gaze shifted from the young guard to military cut guard and he licked his canine teeth. The guard had signed his own death certificate by calling him 'freak'. The Joker just wanted to show him some magic trick but he saved it for another day. The guards took off his restraints and shoved him harshly inside his cell.

"Be, uh, gentle with me. I'm very delicate."

"Sorry princess," the guard replied with heavy sarcasm earning snickers from other guards. That guard gave him one more reason to kill him.

"Tsk... tsk..." he made a sound of disapproval and said, "It is the prince-ah." The guard scowled and slammed the door before locking it with a password.

After the guards were gone the Joker laid down in his bed, hands folded comfortably behind his head, legs crossed at ankles. He hummed a tune looking at the ceiling as his mind processed all the funny ways to kill that guard.

After thinking for a minute, he let his mind wandered to other directions and he thought what detective Stevens had said him. The man was right, it's a vacation. He thought, looking at the ceiling. But how long? One month, two...six or a year? Yes, one year. Sounds good. In one-year people would decorate Gotham for him and the moment they started to get relax, he would strike again.

Smirking to himself, he slowly closed his eyes as his mind already started to plan for his great escape. Though he didn't accept that he was planning, it was an idea.

One year later

Alfred brought some breakfast for his dear master Bruce and found him staring out the glass window, watching the city before him. Alfred sighed looking at Bruce placing the tray on the nightstand.

Bruce didn't notice that Alfred came into his room as he was fiddling with something in his hand. Moving closer to him, Alfred saw a small arrowhead in his hand. Bruce was still unaware of Alfred's presence, his gaze was blank.

"Thinking about Miss Dawes, Master Wayne?" Alfred asked quietly. Bruce got startled by his smooth voice.

"Huh?"

"Ms Dawes" Alfred repeated, motioning towards Bruce's hand. Bruce just sighed and looked down at the little thing in his hand. "You cannot blame yourself for what happened to Miss Dawes," Alfred told him placing a comforting hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"I failed her, Alfred. She was going to wait for me." Bruce choked those words. Alfred felt a pang in his heart when he remembered that Rachel had chosen Harvey over Bruce.

No, she wasn't. Alfred wanted to say but stopped himself. It wasn't the right time.

"We all miss her but you can't cling to the past, Sir." Alfred started, "Just bury it..." taking the piece from Bruce's hand Alfred placed it back inside a small box, where it belonged. Bruce didn't protest. "...And move forward in your life." The old butler said. He took a beautiful rose from the nearby vase and gave that to Bruce. "Life is more than you think."

Bruce looked at the red rose in his hand and gave a weak smile when he understood what Alfred implied.

"I can't love anyone else," Bruce informed.

"That's what your mind says, Master Wayne." Alfred said, "And you know what, Sir. Heart always works against the mind."

"Not in my case." Bruce replied quietly.

"You never know," Alfred whispered with a mysterious smile and left the room. Bruce stared at the doorway where Alfred just gone through, then looked at the rose in his hand. His fingers lightly brushed the petals, feeling the soft velvety texture.

Meanwhile in Pamplona, Spain

The place was a chaos. I had never seen so many people together on a street like this before. Peoples from all around the world gathered here, all dressed in white cloths and red neckerchiefs.

People were watching from the balcony, taking photos, shouting, cheering for us. It was crazy. A tremendous amount of energy was waving through the city. People were excited and one expression was common among them...scared. Men, women all were there with one ultimate goal, to cheat the death.

We were in the famous San Fermin festival of Spain, which is internationally famous for running of the bulls. I was among those brave (or stupid) people who wanted to taste the thrill. Amanda and our two male buddies, Ethan and Alex were also there.

My eyes darted around the place to see the enthusiasm among the people. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins like fire. My heart thudded within my chest like a massive hammer. With each passing seconds, I felt my energy was increasing. It would be a lie if I say that I wasn't scared. My current feeling was a cocktail of fear, excitement and all other crazy feelings.

"Okay girls, I'm telling this one last time, if you fall then don't try to get up. Okay?" Alex told us for the billionth time and every time he said 'I'm telling this one last time'.

"Yeah, don't try to get up unless you want a ride from the bulls." Ethan added.

"I think we should run along the sides," Amanda suggested nervously.

"It doesn't matter, Mandy. You'll die if any bull takes interest in you," Alex joked and Ethan chuckled.

Holy shit! What if I die?

It wasn't impossible. Some really strong bulls were going to run with us. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. No doubt I was going to visit hell very soon. I had done too many bad things in my life. Probably confession could do some good or delay my death.

I swiftly turned to Ethan.

"Thanos, I want to confess something before my death." Ethan cocked a brow at me. "It was me. I mixed Tabasco in your food." I confessed and watched how his eyes gone wide. Poor Ethan, he always thought it was his cousin, he never suspected me for this.

Before he could say anything I turned to Alex. Geez, I couldn't even remember how many bad things I had done to him.

"Alex, your, um, shoes," I swallowed as I heard Mandy laugh. Well, she knew all my sins. In fact she was my partner in crime. "I threw them into the lake."

"And you punctured my football!" Alex stated in disbelief. It was a statement than a question. I bit my bottom lip, trying to control my smile. Strangely, I had no guilt for doing these things with them. They deserved it. They always found some way to annoy me and Amanda.

"And we thought you are innocent." Ethan remarked.

"Forget the bulls. I'm going to loose pit bulls behind you," Alex vowed, glaring at me.

He was talking about my childhood experience when a Rottweiler found my ass irresistible and decided to give it a love-bite. It was my sheer luck that the owner had controlled the dog at the right moment. It literally saved my ass. After that incident, I kept my distance from dogs. And I was stupid enough to share this sob story with them and they left no chance to threaten me with that.

My train of thought was cut short and I almost flinched at the sound of the first firecracker that indicated all gates were open and the bulls were out of their pen.

8 am. The run had begun.

Some people around us started to run frantically. But we didn't move from our place as we planned to wait until the bulls were in sight. Where is the fun if you don't see those muscular beasts?

"Guys, I really love you from the bottom of my heart. Please, remember me and cry after my demise." I said quickly.

"Stop this overacting." Ethan deadpanned. " You won't die. And even if this somehow happens, then be sure your 'brother-papa' is going to kill us as well."

Each hair of my body stood to end by the mention of brother. God, he will murder me if he gets to know what I'm doing behind his back. He knew that I'm in Spain with my friends but he didn't know about this running with the bulls. Taking a deep breath I vowed mentally, 'If I survive, I'm going to visit you, brother'.

The second rocket went off which means all the bulls were now on streets. My mind was racing with every possible result. Stomped, gored or the worst...death. But no, I was there to cheat the death.

"Bulls are coming," everybody said in a single breath.

It was the cue to start running. I couldn't see where my friends were running as I lost them in the sea of people. Ethan and Alex were footballers, so it wasn't very hard for them to run fast. I tried my best not to trip over any fallen person while running.

It was at least a few seconds I started the run and it felt like I'd been running for eternity. Suddenly, the ground beneath me started to shake, indicating the bulls were close. My heart leapt into my throat and I almost felt their hot breath on my back. Without wasting another second, I dived to the side of the road to avoid goring. Pressing my back against a wall, I saw in wonder as those beasts ran past in an instant. I could see them for full three to four seconds before they were gone.

Some people continued to run towards the arena, but I stayed there in my place, wondering if there were more bulls to come or not. Some people started celebrating. But my eyes travelled the area to find a dead body... my dead body. I couldn't believe I was alive. I even bumped with a man to see if I could pass through him. Thankfully, I still owned that body and my soul was still captured inside.

The next mission was to find my friends in the crowd. We had planned to meet at a prearranged spot if we lose each other. After investing two minutes into the search operation, I finally went to that prearranged spot.

"There she is." I heard Amanda's excited voice. She and the boys were already there, waiting for me. The trio looked really concerned but their face split into two when they saw me.

"Jesus, you are alive. We already started mourning for you." Alex exclaimed. The tiny moment of watching them worrying for me was gone and they were back to their 'Pull her leg' business.

"So sad, I snatch your opportunity to attend my funeral."

"Don't listen to him," Ethan said sweetly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. This sudden sweetness looked highly suspicious. "I was going to find you..." he paused and smiled evily. "... under their hooves."

I knew it. I elbowed him lightly as he hugged me, laughing. Alex and Amanda laughed and I also couldn't stop myself from joining them. I loved my friends and was lucky for having them in my life. After our small bantering episode, we moved towards a bar to eat our breakfast and saw the full running on a television. We spent the rest of the day enjoying thoroughly.

Last year we had travelled in Egypt, but this Spain trip was one of the greatest adventures of my life. When the day ended, we found ourselves at our hotel room.

We girls were sharing a room while the boys were sharing another. But every night they spent a few hours in our room to chat with us and to pull our legs. It helped them to sleep peacefully.

"It was a great experience," I exclaimed, flopping down on the bed. Amanda was also exhausted as she dropped her body next to me.

"We could make this greater, Dimples." Ethan said as he set himself down comfortably on the sofa. The way he and Alex shared a glance I knew their evil brains were cooking something.

"How so?"

"You'll see. Just let me tell your 'brother-papa' what you've done today." Alex replied as his head found a place in my lap.

"He's never going to believe you." I snorted. I was brother's little spoiled sister. He loved me to death. One innocent look was enough to melt his heart. You know when you are 16 years younger than your sibling, they treats you like their own baby.

"And for your kind information I am going to visit him." I announced.

"Are you serious?" Amanda jumped up; her green irises twinkled as she stared at me with wide eyes. "But he won't allow."

She was right. Brother never allowed me to visit him. I didn't know the reason behind this. But, this time I had set mind.

"I know and that's why I'm not going to inform him."

"Call us if Mr. Mayor kicks you out of his city." Alex joked and Ethan snickered as they shared air high-five. I immediately pushed him off my lap and pointed towards the exit of the room.

"The door is right there." It was probably the most polite way to say 'get out'.

After we successfully warded off the two evils, we girls went to bed. We were going to stay in Spain for a few more days, but I was already planning for my next trip...

Destination: Gotham

A/N: So it was the first chapter. I wanted my OC with a little bit of action. So I decided to start with this idea. I've searched the internet and read people's experiences who had participated in this festival to learn about the famous run with the bulls. It was fun to write this chapter. Let me know what you guys think.