Disclaimer: I own Scarlett. And anything else that was not in the movie.

Thank God this story has already been finished because today was my first day of college. Allow me to say it's going to be a workload. But, I'll pull through and this story will be up and finished. So, I leave with you with this chapter for the day.

"He did what?"

"Besides catch my eye at dinner, he set up a fundraiser for Harvey."

"Oh my, when?"

"Next week. It's on a Friday and he told me to not worry about invites. He will handle everything."

"Good. You have more than enough on your plate working for Dent."

"Emily, I don't have a life working for Dent. My life revolves around making sure his life runs smoothly," Scarlett huffed, falling onto her bed.

"No, you really don't and you sound like his babysitter. Anyway, I have to go. Early day at Wayne Enterprises tomorrow and your brother is nagging me."

"He tends to do that when he's tired. At any rate, I miss working with you."

"Sure you do. Night, Scarlett."

"Night."

Scarlett took the Blackberry from her ear and placed it on her nightstand. It was already plugged into the charger so that saved time. Sitting up, Scarlett looked around her bedroom at her family home. Seeing as how she had sold her apartment, she had no where to live. Except for the family home. Alberto lived with Emily so Scarlett had the whole manor to herself. Flopping back down onto her bed, Scarlett turned onto her side and closed her eyes. She had a million thoughts running through her mind and most nights they consisted of when Bruce and Alfred lived with her. One in particular made her shoot straight up in bed.

"What the hell am I going to wear!"


The week went by quickly and before Scarlett could blink, it was the day before the fundraiser. She still didn't have a dress and her work load had been piling up. Being assistant to the DA of Gotham was no easy task. But, today was different. She had the day off because Harvey was taking Rachel to the ballet and that meant sleeping in till ten and heading out to shop with her brother at noon. Emily was not able to make it because she was working and Scarlett had begged her brother to come with. He had agreed, as long as he could get cheap mall food.

At noon, on the dot, Scarlett arrived at the nearest mall and saw her brother standing in the front, with a bag of pretzel bits in his hand. She groaned when she also saw the new moustache he was growing out. Putting her car into park, she hopped out and said, "You look like a pedo. Did you know that?"

"Nice to see you too, Scarlett," Alberto said pulling her into a hug.

"You couldn't wait for me," she said, gesturing to the food.

"I was hungry. It's noon!"

The two siblings then walked into the busy mall and set out on the search for Scarlett's dress. They tried store after store and Alberto judged each dress. Some were too bland, too colorful, too short, too long. Scarlett had thrown her brother about five scowls when they finally arrived at Saks. Scarlett thought the store was horribly expensive but her brother reminded her that they had infinite cash to spend. Thanks to their parents. As they had entered Saks, Scarlett was hit with about twenty different perfume brands. Wrinkling her nose, she looked up at her brother and said, "Emily's going to think you were attacked by women when we get outta here."

Alberto rolled his eyes and led Scarlett over to where all the dresses were. Unfortunately, they were not the only ones who decided to dress shop. Three models were also prancing around the section, dressed in colorful, short dresses. Scarlett wrinkled her nose and said, "Maybe mom has something in her closet I can wear."

"Oh no you don't. You dragged me here, you stay here."

Alberto then turned and began to rummage through the racks. Scarlett watched her brother with an amused expression and sat down in a chair to wait for him. As she did, Scarlett glanced around the section and grimaced at the three models running back and forth to find a perfect dress. They were all tall, blonde, and leggy. Scarlett was only 5'6 and she wasn't a blonde. Not that there was a problem with blondes because her mother had been a blonde. She began to guess their sizes in her head but her brother interrupted her thoughts.

"I found one."

Scarlett turned to her brother and her jaw dropped. The dress looked like it cost more than her whole outfit. He quickly shoved the dress into her hands and said, "Don't even try it on. It's your size and I think those pretzels gave me a stomach ache. I feel sick."

"Alberto, this dress is almost nine hundred dollars!"

"So?"

"I'm only wearing it once!"

"Just go pay before I heave on this probably spun gold floor," Alberto said, pushing her to the cashier.


Later that night, Scarlett was back at her family home and concentrating on the dinner in front of her. Eating pasta and watching the TV that was set in the corner of the island, Scarlett watched as the steam rose from the plate. The day had been successful in her eyes. She had found a dress, bugged her brother to no end, and Harvey and Rachel were at the ballet. Not calling her for anything or for anybody. Smiling to herself, Scarlett stabbed a piece of the pasta and put it to her lips. She would have enjoyed the bite if not for her phone ringing at that exact moment. Throwing her fork down, Scarlett reached for her Blackberry and answered it.

"Scarlett Falcone."

"Scarlett, it's Rachel."

"Oh hey, Rachel. How are you? Shouldn't you be at the ballet?"

"We were. There was a slight problem, though."

"Oh, don't tell me the tickets are no good. I put Harvey's money into these a month ago!"

"No, its not that. The tickets are fine."

"Then what is it?"

"Have you watched the news today? Read the paper," Rachel muttered.

"Why," Scarlett said, grabbing the paper from the side of the island.

Looking on the front page, her eyes narrowed and she said, "You've got to be kidding me."

There, in black and white, was the headline "Love Boat: Billionaire Yachts With Entire Russian Ballet." Groaning to herself, Scarlett listened to Rachel argue with Harvey about their ruined night. Setting the paper back down on the table she turned back to her pasta and said, "You and Harvey are welcome to come over if you would like. I made way too much pasta and bread. Plus, I can't drink wine alone."

"Harvey said he has work to do but I would be happy to join you."

"Alright. I'll leave some food for you."

"Thanks, Scarlett. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"See you then."

Scarlett then set her phone back down on the marble counter and began to eat her pasta, which was still warm. Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded through the manor and Scarlett jumped up and ran to the door. Rachel's smiling face greeted her when she opened the heavy door. To Scarlett's surprise, Rachel was dressed in black sweatpants, a green tank top, and her trench coat over it. Rachel also had a small bag in her hand along with her large purse over her shoulder.

"Are we having a sleepover," Scarlett joked.

"Yes, we are. Harvey's busy tonight with work so I'll spend time with you. I hope that's ok?"

"Of course. The more in this manor the merrier," Scarlett said, ushering Rachel into her home.

The two woman spent the next couple of hours in the kitchen, eating more pasta, chatting and laughing before finally making their way up to Scarlett's bedroom on the third floor. Deciding the silence was too much, Scarlett decided to turn a movie on. As they sat in front of her fireplace, the topic turned to one Scarlett was not ready to discuss. It was past twelve AM and they had a bottle of wine sitting in between them. As Rachel grabbed the bottle from the floor, she looked up at Scarlett.

"Do you ever miss him?"

"Who?"

Rachel swallowed a small sip of wine and said, "You know who."

Twisting the hem of her tank top, Scarlett glanced towards the window and said, "Not really."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying."

"Oh, so you didn't feel anything when he showed up at dinner."

"Not a thing," Scarlett hissed.

"Are you emotionally unable to feel loss?"

"I didn't lose him. I still see him around. If you want to get on the subject of loss, let's talk about my mother."

"You've never spoken about your mother," Rachel muttered.

"You never asked."

"Then I will now. So...how did she...die?"

"She was murdered by a rival mob. She was supposed to be with me, watching me get my tattoo. She told me that she had to go help my father with something. I screamed at her. Told her that she put the family business first and I hung up on her. At the hospital, after I found out, my father blamed me for her death."

"I'm sorry," Rachel said.

"It's ok. Now you know but don't tell Harvey. He'll lighten my work load and if he does that, he's screwed."

Rachel smirked in spite of herself. She then stood up from the wood floor and picked up the wine bottle. Scarlett made a move to grab it but Rachel held it high above her and began to walk towards Scarlett's bed.

"No. It's past twelve, the fundraiser is tomorrow, and you don't want to have red eyes and look bad."

"Fine," Scarlett said, getting to her feet.

As both women got into the bed and Scarlet turned out the lights, both were silent for a moment until Rachel turned away from Scarlett and said, "Don't ever tell anyone we slept in the same bed."

"Why not?"

"We would never hear the end of it."

Rachel gave a small giggle before she turned on her side and closed her eyes.


The next morning was busy at Bruce Wayne's penthouse. Alfred watched over the caterers and made sure every decoration was put in place. He was amused at why Bruce was putting on this fundraiser for Harvey. As Bruce descended the staircase, dressed for work, Alfred turned to him and said, "I think your fundraiser will be a great success, Sir."

"And why do you think I want to hold a party for Harvey Dent?"

"Well, I assume because your usual reason for socializing between myself and the scum of Gotham's underbelly; to try to impress Ms. Falcone."

"Actually no, it's Dent…," Bruce said, but trailed off as a report came from the TV. Mike Engle was stating that the footage they were about to show was disturbing.

"Tell them your name," a high pitched voice said.

Bruce and Alfred watched as a camera focused in on a Batman imposter. One of the men Bruce had corralled with a week ago. The men who were trying to help him. The man was tied to a chair and he looked up into the camera and said, "Brian Douglas."

The man holding the camera began to snicker. "Are you the real Batman?"

"N-no."

"No? No? Then why do you dress up like him?"

The camera began to shake as the man behind the lens began to play with the fake mask. He held it up in front of his victim and giggled. "Woo hoo hoo hoo!"

"He's a symbol that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you."

"Yeah…you do, Brian. You really do."

Brian began to whimper in terror and a glove stroked the side of his face.

"Shh shh shh shh. So you think Batman's made Gotham a better place? Hm? Look at me…look at me!"

The man then turned the camera to his face, revealing him to be The Joker. Bruce and Alfred's eyes widened as The Joker began to walk and talk at the same time. "

You see, this is how crazy Batman's made Gotham. You want order in Gotham? Batman must take off his mask and turn himself in. Oh, and every day he doesn't, people will die…starting tonight. I'm a man of my word."

The Joker than began to laugh hysterically as Brian screamed in terror and the camera dropped to the ground.


The next chapter is the fundraiser. It's pretty much the same as the movie except for a few changes. Also, Scarlett's dress was based on a dress worn by an actress and I'll post the picture later in my profile info.

Any questions? Let me know.