{Chapter 1}

Disclaimer: I'm only going to do this once and this is for all my stories and chapters. I love Joker but sadly he and the lovely Batman characters do not belong to me. So don't sue me, I'm only a poo high school student ;A;

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Harvey Dent, Gotham city's white knight and my best friend was in front of me lying peacefully inside his coffin. But that couldn't be true, how can he rest in peace after being murdered? Gotham's white knight was killed by their dark knight, Batman. In all honesty I find it hard to believe Batman was the killer, but then again Batman killed 5 people, including 2 cops. It was hard to go against evidence and the dark nature of who Batman is.

I looked around myself, most of these people were just strangers to me, I thought the whole situation was quite miraculous. I would think that we as individuals would find it uncomfortable to be in a place full of strangers, so we would tend to avoid situations which involves being with people whom we don't know. Yet today these people have willingly gathered here at one of those depressing situations we encounter in our lives...death. Just sitting in our pews, wearing black, wearing some form of emotion on their face that expressed their loss of this man...whether it was the tears that showed grief or the blank expressions that hid them...they all probably thought at one point in their train of thought all along the lines of this person before us.

Of how short a person's lifespan really is in this dangerous city of Gotham where death was evidently occurring everyday around us all. It didn't matter who they were, how great they were. I mean the great white knight that showed Gotham is a city that could be saved, is now dead before us all...it showed how life didn't play fair. Just when Harvey Dent the figure that brought us hope and justice to this sinful city has made himself known, this just had to happen. Doesn't it give that aura that Gotham can never be saved?

It was right that the city of Gotham fell into silence at this moment, Harvey had took part in everyone's lives. He had spent his life trying to do what's right and voiced this morale to the citizens of Gotham, and we listened. He had touched everyone's hearts deep inside. Even if he hadn't known...

My story with him began in high school, I was the poor girl living in the Narrows. He was the rich boy who had transferred to Gotham when his parents got a high status job in Wayne Enterprise. I was the girl that was the target of everyone's eyes, in bullying. He was the school captain and the guy everyone wanted to talk to and make them smile. We were opposites in both personalities, background and even down to looks. It was almost a miracle that he noticed me. If it wasn't the clattering of the water buckets and the loud snickering I don't he wouldn't have ran into the girls toilets and saved me from further torment by my classmates.

-Flash back-

I was only vomiting in the toilets after a session in PE with the most delightful round of dodge ball. Oh, the fun of having everyone who likes to see me in pain in the opposite team and in my own team. It was a game of me vs the world. Every time I got out, I would get back in a minute seeing as how our team casually never got out and 'caught' a ball that was lightly passed to them as soon as I got out. The teachers played an excuse of going to the toilet for the rest of the lesson, god knows how much the students paid the teachers to play innocent. It was a corrupted school, but I always had to go.

There were people entering the toilets, I closed my eyes and played silent praying that they didn't find me.

SPLASH,

Looks like my praying weren't heard. I opened my eyes at the sudden wetness. The strong stench of paint was on me, how lovely...the colour of red. Couldn't they have done better? It would've been more entertaining for them if it was pigs blood. But then again even they weren't that low, to go cheap and dirty their own hands.

"Come out Piggy, we know you're in there!" I heard the annoying snickering, today was the leader of the pack and her little minions doing the dirty work.

That was what they nicknamed me Piggy, after my slightly 65kg plump figure...

The banging on the door reminded me of how my sanity was clattering and disappearing like the clattering of the buckets and shaking door next to me.

I could only pay attention to the paint on me, it was as if I went on a massacre on the whole student body after I lost my insanity and only woken up in a long slumber realizing what I had done. If only...

"Are you okay miss?" this comforting voice...

'Now I could hear banging on the door again, did it stop before?'

"Miss, they're gone now. They won't bother you any longer, so open up." 'was this some sick joke? Those girls bought a guy in with them?'

I listened for a while...no more snickering, I only saw a pair of legs. A pair of male legs under the door.

"Are you okay? Give me a response here or I'll have to break the door. You're okay now, no one is going to hurt you anymore." His voice sounded worried.

"Do you think I'm okay you idiot? I just got poured in paint and you ask me If I am okay? ...I feel insane why I even continue to go to school...while you...you guys just want me to go insane and die! Fine you want me to die? I will after I kill you guys!" I opened the door with the Stanley knife in my hand. It's time to get rid of these monsters.

This guy in front of me will be my first kill, he was the first one who showed sympathy to me...how disgustingly fake of him. But my hand stopped as I looked angrily into his concerned blue eyes, I pushed my arm towards him again but it wouldn't budge. I looked back at my hand to see his hands on my wrist.

"Let go!" I yelled, my vision started to blur...stupid tears.

He let go of my wrist, but not before taking the knife away. As he let go, the warmth of his hand disappeared leaving this lingering feeling on my wrist and where the knife had been.

"Why?..." my sanity came back to me in form of tears and I felt this warmth around me as this stranger hugged me.

There wasn't anybody in the room except for me and him, did he really save me?

"Why are you doing this?" My voice was muffled against his coat. Why did he save me?

"Because everyone deserves another chance."

-}:{-

If it wasn't for him that day I wouldn't have realized how I belittled my condition. I was on a verge of insanity, a birth of a killer...

Looking again at the coffin, I only realized I had looked away from it momentarily. Here the person who saved my insanity was in front of me... the same person who became my first friend at school, the same person who ended the bullying, the same person who taught me how beautiful this world could be, this person who taught me how humanity can be saved, the same person who taught me to love myself more and the same person who taught me to love him...

As commissioner Gordon ended his speech, I could see that my whole body wouldn't stop shaking as tears slowly escaped from my eyes. I quickly used my last strength to leave the service and headed to the back of the building. I could never admit to myself that I still love this person, I could never selfishly keep him to myself like I had during high school. He deserved someone better, he deserved to be loved by the city of Gotham. As soon as I could control my emotions, I could hold my tears again once more and decided to distract myself with work...I decided to head back to the office.

It felt so strange as if it was an automatic process (A/n: another psychology term) for me to drive to work, I had no clear recollection of how I drove to work. Because all this time I've only thought about Harvey. And now I've realised I was in front of the building, I gave myself another shiver at the change of aura and gathered my courage as I walked through this door once more, the sadistic aura of my work in Arkham Asylum.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

A/N: I wonder what everyone is thinking about now. Honestly I thought about really hard for the main lead's name, I know I can't hide this fact forever but I don't want some tacky girl name for my OC (=.="). Anyways please tell me your opinions because I don't know how I'm going to go about with this story (I'm not a very good writer). Questions always welcomed ^^