"Police have discovered the body of 43 year old Daryl Gordon, the brother of well-known police Commissioner Jim Gordon. Police strongly suspect the criminal who calls herself 'The Mime' is behind this gruesome murder and are currently trying to find and arrest her. The GDP are advising people not to go out at night and never travel alone until this issue is resolved. The Commissioner was unavailable for comments and everyone in Gotham is wondering the same thing. Where is the Batman?"

Mime shut off the TV with a laugh, wearing a grin big enough to rival the Joker's. "Yanno Mike, that's a good question… I haven't seen Batty Boy in a long time." She commented to the black television screen. "Maybe he took a vacation so he could lighten up!" Mime giggled at herself and got up off the bloodstained couch. Grabbing her knife from the coffee table, she sauntered over to the bathroom to freshen up before going to get Mr. J.

She looked at herself in the cracked mirror. Her facial features were obscured by her make-up and her blond hair was limp and had blood caked into it. Mime slipped off her dress and looked down at her body. She traced a finger over all of the scars left by Mr. J and the Batty Boy. The one that stood out to her was the pattern of scars underneath her left breast. Mr. J had left that one on her when she hadn't done as he had said. The raised skin of the scar was a shade paler than her regular skin tone and it still hurt whenever Mr. J had his knife to her. What scared her most was the thing that it formed. It was a reminder to her that she belonged to him. The scar was in the shape of a hideously exaggerated smile that was mirrored in her makeup and Mr. J's own scars.

Mime knew very well that it was her own fault that she had that scar, as well as most of the others. Mr. J liked it when things went according to his 'plan' and he got grumpy when things didn't go his way.

Mime shook her head to clear her thoughts and removed the rest of her clothing, stepping into the small shower on her right. She scrubbed the blood and gore out of her hair and off her skin, furiously trying to erase the trace of it ever being there. She washed the makeup off her pale skin, the black grease paint running in rivulets down her face.

Mime closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting towards her past and everything she had left behind to be with Mr. J. Though, when she thought back on it, Mime realized that he probably would have got her either way.

*One year earlier*

"RILEY! RILEY! Riley get up, we have to gooooo!" Riley's twin sister yelled in her ear. "We're going to be late if you don't get up!"

Riley turned over and blinked at her blearily. "Go away Annie. It can wait an hour." She rolled back over to snuggle down under the covers when Annie ripped then off. "GET UP!" she yelled. Riley growled and sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Annie, the party thing isn't until 8 tonight, we have time!" She watched as her sister frantically ran around the room they shared, trying to find her violin and bow. Riley sighed and swung her legs out of bed. The famous Bruce Wayne had invited them to perform at the fundraiser he was going to host for Harvey Dent. It wasn't that Riley didn't want to go; it was just the fact that she didn't like Bruce Wayne and his parties. Strange things always seemed to happen around Wayne and she didn't trust him.

"Got it!" Riley was shook out of her musings by Annie triumphantly holding up a black case. "Now you need to get ready. Can I please please pleaaaaaaaaaaase do your make up? And hair?" She pleaded. Riley nodded reluctantly figuring she had nothing to lose.

3 hours later Riley felt like a pampered poodle and it was not a good feeling.

"Annie are you done yet?" She asked irritably. Annie finished with the curling iron and smiled. "I am now."

Riley stood up and looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her deep blue eyes were outline darkly in black and her blonde hair was curled and pinned back so it was out of her face. Annie hovered eagerly behind her. "Do you like it? I tried my best to keep it minimal…" Her face was identical to Riley's except for her eyes. While Riley had dark blue eyes, Annie's were a beautiful chocolate brown that Riley had always been jealous of, but would never admit that to her twin.

"I love it Annie. I really do." She turned and beamed at her. Annie giggled excitedly and clapped, "I'm glad, but now we really do have to go! Mom's gonna kill us." Riley nodded and pulled on her simple black dress that would match Annie's. Their mother always scoffed at the singers who dressed like sluts and would always tell the girls that they were just trying to make up for a lack of talent.

The girls ran down the stairs and onto the drive way, Riley clutching to keys to the car and Annie holding her violin case.

This was gonna be one heck of a party.