I don't own anything. It all belongs to Christopher Nolan and his peeps. I only own Darcy. Enjoy!

Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right.

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight.

In a whisper or handshake sending a sign.

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman." I spun around to the sound of the gravelly voice- HIS voice. It was the Joker. Everyone knew he was here for Harvey Dent. It was his fundraiser after all. I wasn't surprised, nor was I scared. Secretly, I was thrilled. "We are tonight's entertainment." He stalked closer to where I stood, pointing his gun at the rows of people. I had to keep myself in check and play the part of the terrified party-goer. "I only have one question- Where. Is. Harvey. Dent?" He started going down the line, harassing each person as he went.

"We're not intimidated by thugs," said an older gentleman. 'Ohhh, he's got a mouth on him,' I thought to myself, giggling slightly as the Joker scrutinized him. He set down his gun on a nearby table.

"You know, you remind me of my father." A split second later, the Joker had his knife to the man's face, pulling him closer. "I HATED my father," he growled. He quickly glanced up at me and met my gaze. A smirk formed on our lips and a dark twinkle entered his eye.

"Ok, stop." The entire room turned to see the foolishly brave soul who interrupted the Joker. It was Rachel Dawes. The Joker released the man and slicked back his hair as he strolled towards Rachel.

"Well, hello beautiful. You must be Harvey's squeeze." He straightened up as he started going around her. "And you are beautiful." Slowly he circled her, like a hungry shark to helpless prey. I felt a twinge of jealousy as he looked at her, up and down, coming closer to her. I knew he was only toying with her, but, damn it, I didn't come to Bruce Wayne's little shindig just to be ignored! He analyzed her, seeing her apprehension. "You look nervous. Is it the scars?" He grinned evilly. "You wanna know how I got 'em?" He gripped the back of her head, bringing it closer to his face and his knife, telling her to look at him while she struggled to avoid looking him in the eye. "So I had a wife. She was beautiful. Like you. Who tells me I worry too much. Who tells me I oughta smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks. Hey!" She started struggling again, only to be pulled back to the Joker. He then continued. "One day they carve her face. Now, we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just wanna see her smile again. I just want her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this," he motioned to his scarred face to emphasize his point, "to myself. And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling!" Rachel then took the opportunity to punch the Joker in the gut- hard. I cautiously stepped forward, wanting to help the madman. He simply laughed and quickly recovered. "A little fight in you. I like that."

"Then you're gonna love me." I gasped as the Batman suddenly appeared and punched the Joker away from Rachel. An all-out brawl ensued as the majority of the party guests began rushing for the door. I simply stood there, watching the fight in amazement. Everything was happening so fast until, suddenly, everything stopped and went quiet. A gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of shattering glass. I spun around to find the Joker dangling Rachel out of the window that had been destroyed. "Let her go," the Batman rasped. The Joker looked at him incredulously, a goofy smile on his face.

"Very poor choice of words." And with a laugh, he let go of Rachel, running out of the way as Batman dove after her. With the absence of the crowd and Batman, I became painfully aware that I was one of the only people left in the pent-house. Save the Joker. He turned to me, smirking as he flipped open his switchblade. "You haven't started running, begging for your life, or screaming. Which leads me to believe that you're either incredibly stupid, foolishly brave, or maybe, just maybe…." He stopped right in front of me, his blade raised to my lips. My heart skipped a beat. "You may be just. Plain. Crazy," he whispered harshly. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I smiled against the cool metal of the knife. I knew my eyes said everything- 'I'm not afraid. I'm just insane.' He removed the knife and looked towards the elevator as the sound of sirens grew close. "And what is your name?"

"Darcy," I breathed. He smiled as he backed up to the elevator, hitting the down button.

"Well, until we meet again, Darcy" He disappeared behind the elevator doors and I was left alone in the massive pent-house.

It wasn't until he was gone that I began to feel as though I should have followed him. I wanted to go with him; I wanted him to possess me. But it wouldn't and didn't happen. He was gone. The only reassuring thought was that we would meet again. There wasn't a doubt in my mind. I had piqued his interest. He would come looking for me. If I didn't find him first, that is.

I ran my fingers through my shoulder-length brown hair as I sighed. The police arrived shortly after the Joker left. They questioned me about all that had happened before they let me go home. It was late when I began my trek- 2AM. I had to walk about 2 blocks to get back to my apartment and I was in a nice, revealing red dress. I was just begging to be raped.

I made it a block and a half before a black van drove up next to me and the door opened.