Hey guys! Back and ready with Chapter Two. I hope you enjoy it as always. I do NOT own anything that DC Comics has created. I only own the characters I create.

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Chapter Two

Rosalie was usually a deep sleeper, but something that night caused her to wake with a start. It was a feeling. Not the feeling that something's about to jump out of the dark and attack, or that someone you know might be in danger. She couldn't really explain it. It was just the feeling that made her know she wouldn't be going back to sleep. With a groan she pulled herself out of bed and to the front door. Was it dangerous to go out in Gotham at night? Of course. But would that stop her? Obviously not.

She grabbed her coat and keys and walked out, making sure to lock the door. Then she headed out to the streets of the dirtiest town known to man. Rosalie knew how to handle herself while out and about in Gotham. She wasn't one of those girls who cried a river whenever a nail was chipped. It just wasn't her style. Of course she knew how to bat her bright blue eyes at a person if she needed a little more time for something. For example, her rent the other day. But that was all beside the point. Right now in this very moment all she cared about was clearing her mind so that she could fall back into a deep slumber.

A cold wind began to stir about causing Rosalie to shiver. Her breath was as clear as any other object left about on the street. Why did it always have to get so cold in Gotham? It reminded her of the people. Cold and heartless. It was like-

Something moved.

No. Someone moved from within the alley across the street. Upon further examination Rosalie realized it was not one, but two people. From her view it appeared to be a man and a woman.

Grabbing her pocket knife that she always remembered to carry with her in her purse she slowly made her way over to the alley. Was she going to kill someone if they posed a threat? No, but it sure did make a good threatening tool. All a thug in Gotham needed to make them wet their pants was a good old threat. The Batman sure knew how to deliver those. Ever since he came around crime has gotten worse, but at least people know they have someone watching their backs. Someone to make them feel just a little more safe at night. Then again he's never done anything extraordinary for Rosalie… at least for right now. Shaking her head out of the clouds she managed her way to the opening of the alley. It was obvious to her what was occurring. Some crook who couldn't get his own woman was now harassing some poor lady who was most likely working a late night shift and was just trying to get home. Rosalie could tell the woman was not in any way, shape, or form, happy with her current situation.

"Excuse me, sir? I believe that lady right there that you are so desperately throwing yourself on has said no. So I think it's probably best if you just run along." She tightened her grip on the knife.

The guy just laughed and turned to her. "And what exactly do you think you're gonna do to stop me sweet thing? Bat your eyes at me until I die?"

She took the knife out from behind her back holding it so that she knew he could see it. "No, nothing like that. I was just thinking that maybe I would introduce you to a little friend."

"You think I'm afraid of you and some two-cent pocket knife?" He looked to the girl he was holding against the wall and then back to Rosalie. After a moment he pushed the girl away and waited until she had left the alley. Then he turned back to Rosalie. "Since you so kindly offered I would be honored if you replaced the spot on the wall right here." He began inching towards her.

"I'm not in the mood today creep." She steadied herself, ready to pounce at a moments notice if it was necessary.

She noticed the thug's face drain of color and smiled in victory. How she scared him so badly was beyond her knowledge, but she would take the win. The pride didn't last for long.

She realized he wasn't looking at her. He was looking behind her. Now the question was did she really want to turn around and find out who exactly was scaring this thug so terribly.

"Is there a-uh problem here? I was in the neighborhood when I heard the-uh… ruckus. Thought I would stop by to help" He popped the 'p' at the end. Rosalie could hear the laughter in his voice. It didn't take her very long to figure out who exactly had stopped by to be her 'knight in shining armor'.

The thug began inching his way along the way to the entrance of the alley. "No… no problem at all. I-I was just l-leaving."

The Joker chuckled, but it held darker intentions. "Oh but where's the fun in that? The party's just-uh… begun." And the next thing Rosalie knew the thug was on the ground bleeding profusely from the neck. A slice that went ear to ear. She did the only thing her body would allow her to do at the moment, and that was to scream.

At first she didn't know exactly why she was screaming. Her first thought was that The Joker was in the alley standing next to her and she had just seen him kill someone. The next thought was that she just felt it was the right action for a normal person. It wasn't long though before a leathered glove covered her mouth, and her back met the brick wall. Her breathing was fast which was causing her head to spin. The Joker had her fully pressed up against the wall with no where to escape. One had resting firmly on her mouth was the other hand was pushing on her stomach to keep her against the wall.

"Now now… don't want the uh neighbors to hear us now do we?" He shook his head as he said this. "Don't want to get caught for a petty crime."

It took Rosalie a moment, but the longer she had to stare into her eyes the shorter it took for her to realize that the man she was looking at was the same man from the other day. The same man she had bumped into on the street, and had so easily given her name up.

"Now if I remember correctly it's Rosalie." He grinned and continued. "I would ask for your opinion on this whole thing but I prefer my women tongue tied." He busted out into laughter as Rosalie just sat staring in bewilderment. What in the world was so funny to this man? Then again he was The Joker. "Now I hate to a Debby Downer on things but I really need to get going home. Oh what's that?" He pretended to be listening as hard as he could. "You want to come back with me? Well who am I to argue? This might hurt just a bit."

He slammed her head into the brick wall causing her vision to waver before finally she fell into the blackness.

There you go! The Joker is back and will be in the story a lot from now on. Sorry if this felt rushed I wrote it quickly because I wanted something to go up for you all! Thanks for reading and again, leave reviews if you want more Joker! :D