Okay! I'm venturing out from Harry Potter into Batman, even though this story isn't about Batman himself. It's about the Joker… swoon. Yes, he is damn sexy (moreso because of Heath Ledger than Jack Nicholson… Heath pulls the character off better). Anyhow, it's going to be a bit difficult writing this as to not make it cliché or cheesy and to get it into the mind and character of the Joker is going to be kind of hard. Surely the Joker's got a loving side? I hope so, and if not, I'm going to write it anyway. Italics are for where there's extra pronunciation and emphasis, like the Heath does in DK.

Chapter One

The man paced up and down the wooden floorboards that covered the warehouse floor. The light illuminated his purple suit, and highlighted his made up face. At the sound of the door opening, the man spun round to face it. Looking at him was one of his most trusted associates, Mark Zimbardo.

"Ah-ha, I see you found it okay," the made-up face said as Zimbardo shut the door behind him.

"Of course. I've brought along someone who wants to work alongside you. They work for the police, quite high up the ranks, but I don't know if they're to be trusted. You'll have to see for yourself. The police is getting out of hand, you need more people to help bring them down and to help you find Batman."

"I could have told you that myself. This new associate might have some insider information on the Batman. Bring him in."

Zimbardo grinned at the man. "Oh, no. You've got a surprise in store for you." He said as he opened the door. The man turned back round, his back facing the door, his body shaking slightly with impatience.

"I'd like to introduce you to the Joker."

The Joker turned round expecting to see another deadbeat guy, a single father, an unemployed man unable to care for himself and looking for support and protection. Instead he saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. She had big, expressive, dark brown eyes rimmed in black and cascading black cherry-red dyed hair that flowed over her perfect chest. He body was immaculate to him: skinny, but not too skinny, small hips, and a definite feisty atmosphere that was displayed in her eyes as she looked him up and down before smirking at him, one corner of her dark red mouth curving upwards.

"Hello, sir," she almost growled at him. His hair stood on end and it made him more aware of his surrounding as he usually would have been.

"Hello, honey," the Joker husked at her.

"My name's not 'honey', it's Isis," she positively spat back at him. The Joker stepped closer to her, circling her. He was the vulture and she was the carcass.

"Isis what, honey?" the Joker added, just to get her more riled up, to push her buttons to see how far she'd really go before she lost it.

"Isis Bickman. Commander Isis Bickman. I bet you're wondering how I know Zimbardo."

"And I bet you're wondering how I got these scars." He flirtily retorted. Isis smirked again.

"Joker, please, you can play with her later. You're more than likely going to end up as his toy for a while," Zimbardo directed the latter to Isis.

"I don't expect to be treated without any respect, Joker. You know I'm paying you a huge favour, and I'd be in deep trouble if I were discovered to be, hmm… fraternizing with the enemy and creating anarchy."

"Well, Isis, the only sensible way to live in this world is without rules. I want to create that in Gotham. You can help me with that."

Zimbardo, impatient with the subtle flirtation between the anarchist and the corrupt cop, butted in. "Yes, and she certainly can. She can use her place within Gotham police to her advantage, and yours. She can bring you copies of plans and measure to do with you and Batman-"

"I can pre-empt almost anything that would be an inconvenience to you. We can plan how to take down public officials, normal regular Joe's, and maybe even Batman." It was like this was Isis's interview; she was selling herself to the Joker in more ways than one.

"You've done a lot of interviews, Miss Bickman?" the Joker questioned her as he stood before her, his arms folded on his chest.

"I can be very authorotive when I want to be – my job requires it. I'm used to all levels of formality."

The Joker and Zimbardo exchanged looks over Isis's shoulder. They both were unsure as to whether she was completely trustworthy.

"Give me a simple task to do first. If I fail, or if I rat you out, you have permission to kill me." Isis's jaw was set. She was determined that she would work for this man.

Zimbardo and the Joker exchanged glances again. Zimbardo nodded his head slightly.

"Give me your email and cell phone numbers; I'll get back to you when something comes up."

She bent over her phone; reading out the digits to the Joker is a smooth, husky voice that made him find it hard to concentrate. Zimbardo stood over them, watching and getting more and more suspicious.

"Well, now that business is all done here, we had better make a move," Zimbardo said, breaking the silent tension emanating from the couple.

"Thanks for agreeing to bring me here, Zimbardo."

"Yes, thank you, Mark." The Joker said, raising an eyebrow at Zimbardo in reference to Isis's beauty.

The three all shook hands, and made their way over to the door, Zimbardo leaving immediately.

"He's a bit weird, huh?" Isis commented on Zimbardo's retreating figure.

"Not a bit as weird as me, honey." The Joker smirked at her. "How do you know that guy, anyway?"

"He used to come to a club I worked at, we talked whenever he came in. He was more sensible than the other jackasses that came, so I took the pleasure of getting to know him. I owe him a lot; he got me out of the strip-joint and into the police force, after helping me gain a few qualifications."

"Stripper, huh? Wouldn't have put you down for a stripper. You don't have the face for it." Isis smiled her thanks as they got nearer to the door. The Joker turned to her pretty face on last time that day.

"Oh, and by the way Isis. You are not a toy to me. You're a doll." And with that, the Joker waltzed out of the abandoned warehouse, his mind going over all of the dirty things that could be said from those plump, red lips.

So, that was it. I don't know how I feel about that chapter, it may need rewriting, and I was wondering about putting it in first person. Polite constructive criticism will be accepted. :)

Also, for any people interested in psychology, Mark Zimbardo is named after Zimbardo who did the Stanford Prison Experiment, and Isis Bichman is named after Bickman who did the obedience tests in New York, dressing up as a policeman and stuff to see if people obey to authorotive uniforms. Only just realised how that fitted, as they both include cops. And she's named Isis, as I needed a name to show off her superiority and strength, and Isis was the Supreme Goddess in Egyptian legends.

Get back to me with what you think as I won't write another chapter until I've got feedback on the first person issue.

Thanks for reading.

Lu.

xxx

*I changed Bichman to Bickman as it was a typo, and Isis's hair is red as it contrasts with the Joker's green hair. :)