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I'm also really really sorry that i've made you wait so long for an update... but you know life just gets in the way of writing sometimes. I also want to apoligise for the chapters being so short but I can only ever keep my concentration up for so long. I don't want the story to suffer just for the sake of chapter length - because i'm sure you've all heard it before but it bears repeating "It's quality not quantity"!

I hope you enjoy this chapter and i'll try not to make you wait so long for the next one.

Love Renny xxx (PS more reviews please!!! lol)

He'd seen her downstairs from the shadows of the relatively unused stairwell. Luckily she hadn't caught him staring. If she had who knows what would have happened. The staring and admiring from afar had been continuing for the past week. Now he just couldn't get her out of his head. The thing was he wasn't supposed to feel like this - he was the most notorious criminal in Gotham and she was just a nobody.

"Damn it" he thought "She's just a girl." So he tried to rationalise why approaching her would be a bad idea… One - she's way too pretty to have her face scarred up. Two - she just looked like the kind of girl who has never done anything wrong in her life, so even he would have trouble making her bad. These things just made her even more tempting. Then he got sidetracked thinking of all the ways that he could corrupt her… that's when the pacing began.

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A sharp knock at the door brought him out of his trance of pacing round his small and unkempt apartment. Grumbling he walked jauntily towards the door wondering who would be up at this time knocking on people's doors. Not even bothering to look through the peephole he just violently swung the door so he could see who was standing outside. He was about to say something particularly obscene but then noticed… it was her. This caused him to be standing in the doorway with a vicious expression and an open mouth.

*** (Change of POV - Lake)

The door opened and revealed a man much taller than her dressed in a dirty white t shirt and purple boxer shorts with green spots. From the state of his face she recognised that it was the infamous Joker. This took her by complete surprise which resulted in her head becoming fuzzy and then she felt herself falling. Blackness.

The next thing she knew she was flickering her eyelids trying to adjust to the bright lights of the apartment. Slowly she began to sit up and look around. The apartment was pretty identical to hers in its layout - this was where the similarities ended. His apartment smelled of sweat and junk food and was littered with rubbish. But most disturbing of all was his wall decorations - they were newspaper cuttings. Which from what she could see were the media's coverage of his activities. Ranging from murder, arson and robbing local banks. Then the article which she had been reading in the paper just the other day was lying on the table in front of the bed which she had been lying on. It had the headline, "Wayne Fundraiser crashed by Clown and gang".

Then she began to think about what she had got herself into. There was a small bang so she looked up and saw the Joker leaning against the wall staring at her. "Seen anything you like doll face?" he said in a spine chilling voice.