Knock knock

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any of its characters and I never will. I simply wish to borrow them. I'm very grateful for this opportunity.

This story is about Gloria Luis, a very special girl in the end of her teenage years.

Hello, this is a little introduction of myself. I know these ads can be boring sometimes but I ask you to read this so I can explain a little.

I'm a very big fan of the Batman comics, I used to despise the mere thought of it. But when I watched Christopher Nolan's Batman Begins I changed my mind drastically. It was not until The Dark Night that I fell serious in love with the ideas that Christopher Nolan has created.

Mr Nolan I salute you, your work and so many others has made my days better.

Mr Nolan has turned Batman into a much more fearful character and given the character more personality, the same things goes for Bruce Wayne played by Christian Bale. I was amazed at the character Bruce Wayne was given and how it fit him so perfectly.

But the biggest attraction in the last movie produced by Christopher Nolan is of course The Joker.

Never have I found myself become so obsessed by a mere fiction, I found the character so intriguing that I had to write this fic. I have tried writing others several times, some of them posted on fan fiction, but I have found it hard to continue with them and to finish them. I apologies for this and ask you to bear with me if I do not update that regularly and that often.

I've found my inspirations from of course one of the biggest sources we have; The movies themselves. I take my inspirations from other characters such as The Comedian (Watchmen) Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean).

But the character that Christopher Nolan, and Heath Ledger has created will always be unique. It will be hard to imitate, but I will do my best.

Chapter 1

"-Knock Knock-

-Who's there?-

-Me, I kill you-"

Jeff Dunham, Achmedh the dead terrorist

Knock

Knock

When someone knocks on the door, their asking the host of the door if they could enter the space of which the door is hiding behind itself. Such formal ethics gives the host a couple of choices, well not really now that I come to think of it. But if you knock on somebody's door, your asking him or her to open, which gives the host an opportunity to decline you or simply let you in.

The person knocking could just have simply walked into the room, and invited themselves should they feel like it without asking for any consent. This is where the ethics serves its purpose. Giving us people a choice.

Everyone has a choice. And everyone chooses.

Knock

Knock

I stared at the blue door in front of me, knowing that someone was urging me to open. I didn't neglect them, well perhaps I did. But I was going to open… -eventually, something just told me to wait and see how he or she reacts.

It's mother. Probably.

I stared at the shadow that lingered on my floor from outside the hall. How long till they give up and decide to go in without consent instead? How long till human instincts take over instead of the developed human ethics?

While squeezing the pink covering on my bed, I smiled, knowing –

that human instinct…

-always

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The doorknob started turning.

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And the door opened with a screech.

-always

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- wins in the end.