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Part 1:

All I remember is the warm breath whispering in my ear.

I remember my family telling me that I was going to move the next morning, move to some place far away.

They told me that I wouldn't feel anything, and that I would not feel the pain of moving away from my friends.

That night, I didn't want to wake up and say anything because I had hoped it was all a dream.

A horrible, dreadful, unreal dream.

However, it was the complete opposite.

I had moved the next morning.

I moved cities, years and well they were right, I had not felt anything…. yet.

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I woke up to the sound of a distant singing, which drowned in my ears too vibrantly. I snapped open my eyes and realized that, well; it looked like I had moved. Although, I was not aware of where I was, I felt sort of safe and at home. I looked around the school…the school? I had no idea how I got dressed this morning and let alone arrived at a new school but well, it did happen, for here I was, dressed and sort of ready work.

I sat down in front of a few half lockers and smiled as I heard the Spice Girls song "2 Become 1" being hummed by a few girls in the corner of the hall way. I shifted my legs and realized that a school bag had been placed at my feet. I bit my lip and opened it to see a Year 12-time table in front of me. I examined it carefully and read it aloud to myself "Period 1…Drama, in theater, Period 2…. Philosophy…room 215."

I swallowed hard realizing that philosophy seemed like a tough subject and that maybe my family had put me in that class as a joke. I smiled, put my schedule away deciding that I would stick it out anyway…how hard could it be?

Well, it was the middle of the semester, so I would have a lot of notes to catch up on…but still, that serves me right for being part of my family. I hated them...sometimes. I got up off the lockers as two boys walked passed me, for a second there…I thought I got ogled. But I shook my head in response and began walking…walking to find my first class: Drama.

I had made a half full square around the entire white painted school, until I finally got fed up and decided to sit on one of the rather large ledges the school had positioned beside the large brass windows. I scratched my head in confusion…looked down at my schedule and sighed deeply. As I was sighing, I suddenly felt something hit the side of my arm. I reached across the ledge and picked up an ace of spades.

I examined it carefully for a second and then peered towards my right, looking at a stranger that was playing cards. Had he not noticed that he flung one of his cards at me? I rolled my eyes, got up and walked over to him. As I walked towards him, I observed the way he was dressed carefully. He wore a white dress shirt, a bit too formal for school and a winter hat on his head…hiding most of his long dirty- blonde locks.

I rolled my eyes and stood in front of him, waiting for him to apologize to me. But he didn't, instead he kept on playing with his cards and then he asked, in a low tenor "May I help you?" Was the rude man being sarcastic, as well? What a prick. I gritted my teeth together and dropped the card in front of him, while saying "You lost this." He nodded and continued on with his game. I placed my self down in front of his cards and asked "Can you help me?" He cleared his throat and slowly looked up at me. He then asked quietly "If you're here for Lucas, tell him to fuck himself."

I gasped at this and snapped in return "No! I'm not here for Lucas. I just wanted to know where the theater was." He looked back at me with wide eyes while responding, in a sarcastic tone "Ugh…sweetie. It's right behind you." I glanced behind me and smiled to myself at how humiliating that moment was. I shook my head and looked down at his cards and asked, "Can I play?"

He finally smiled…looked up and then he spoke very seriously "Why are you talking to me?" I knitted my eyebrows in return and replied honestly "Well, I'm new, so…you were here alone…. so I thought…" He shook his head at me and interrupted by saying "You people are all the same. First you talk to me and then you leave me behind claiming that I'm some sort of leper of something."

The look on my face must have been priceless. I bit my lip from confusion and then muttered as nicely as possible "Look, I'm new here. Can you cut me a break? First of all, I don't even know where I am. And your 'leper' talk isn't making it any easier." He looked down at his cards and changed the subject "Can you play poker?"

I shrugged my shoulders at him and he started to deal me the cards. I chuckled as he gave me my hand and then said "It's kind of funny…no pun intended, of course...that whenever I play this game…I kind of think of the Joker." He looked at me funny for a second and then asked, "Oh, I'm sorry…did you want to play with the Joker? They can be wild?"

I let my thoughts ramble out loud "I'm sure he could." I blushed and continued, "No, I meant the Joker...you know." The boy in front of me cleared his throat and held up the Joker card in front of me and said "Yeah…this." I rolled my eyes in return and decided to play a long with whatever game he was playing. Suddenly, I took a closer look at him and realized that he looked very familiar.

As if on queue, he took off his hat and whispered to me "It's hot in here…" I nodded my head in response as I saw that he was extremely handsome…and once again, familiar looking. He mixed up the cards on the surface, in front of us as I asked, "What's your name?" He handed my new cards and replied, "Just call me 'J'. I hate my real name."

I smiled at him and asked in a quiet tone "And what's that?" He shook his head and replied with a heavy sigh "It's Jack. But I hate it…so don't call me that, alright?" I looked over at Jack and was about to tell him my name, when the bell rang. I gasped as he pulled the cards away from my hands and said, "I have to go to Drama." I smiled at him, got up and said, "Wait… I've got that class too…. apparently."

He rolled his eyes sneakily but I saw and rolled mine in return. All I had been to this kid, was nice, and he treated me like this. I followed him into the theater, at which he had not held the door for me to enter, but slammed the door right in face. When I had finally gotten into the theater, I gasped from its large size. I turned to a random boy in front of me and whispered more to myself "It's huge"! The boy turned around, blushed and said with a grin "Thanks." I made a face at the pervert in front of me and took a seat in one of many empty chairs the theater possessed.

I sat down near a few boys, which all of them were beautiful. But I was watching Jack talking to the teacher…. I assumed. I shrugged my shoulders as a few ordinary looking girls sat beside me. The tall blond one held out her hand and said "You're the new girl, right?" I nodded in return and was about to ask them a question when the teacher started to speak.

"Alright, kids. Get in a circle." Oh great, I got to do something. Yay! I dropped my school bag and walked towards the other drama students and stood in a circle, placing myself beside Jack. He peered towards me for one second and the teacher clicked a button on a remote control that he was holding, which coincidentally turned on the radio.

The radio announced "Here is number 2 on the charts: Everybody by the Backstreet boys." Suddenly, all the girls squealed, as the song started to play. The teacher laughed, as did I. What was this? 1997? The Backstreet boys hadn't had a hit since I was very small, especially that song. The teacher had told everyone his or her instructions and I unfortunately, was too overwhelmed by the loud music playing before me.

Then I had heard "New girl…let it all out." I looked around me for a second, trying to decide what he wanted me to do. The teacher shouted at me "Sing!" I gasped at this, as I heard the chorus come on. I gulped as all the students began shouting at me to sing, so I started to remember the 90's and shouted out the lyrics to the chorus. Seconds later, my part was over and the girl beside me started to sing.

I hid my head away from embarrassment and watched as everyone completed the exercise that I guess was supposed to make us…. act really silly? I shook my head at the drama teacher as he turned off the music, realizing that he had not yet introduced me to the class. Suddenly the teacher yelled out "Okay…get into groups of two and come up with a 5 minute play. You will perform it for everyone tomorrow."

I gasped at this…and as everyone started to pair off, I tapped the teacher on his shoulder and said "Ugh…. sir. I don't really know…" He smiled at me, placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered "Right! You're the new girl! What was your name…Mary…. something". It wasn't, but I didn't care at this moment. I shook my head and spoke softly "It's not…but, well, do I have to do this exercise? I mean… I'm new."

The teacher laughed at me and started to tug at my arm while saying "That's great Mary---something… you can be paired with Mr. Napier. He's really good…you'll have fun. Go." I turned to look at where he was pointing and saw Jack standing in the corner all by himself. I turned to the teacher and gasped while asking in confusion "His name is Jack Napier?" The teacher nodded and started to walk towards a pair of boys that seemed to be fighting in the corner.

I walked slowly towards Jack Napier…. Jack Napier? Ha. That's funny. What parents he had! Must be really big fans of the Joker. He had his back turned to me and I reached out to touch his shoulder and said to him "Ugh…J. The teacher said I should be your partner." He turned around and whispered, "I always do monologues. I mean…I have nothing against you Princess…but, I work better on my own."

I looked at him for a split second and mumbled in return "Well, now you have to work with me." There was a slight pause, as he smacked his lips together and then I continued, "What's with your name? Jack Napier? Your parents big fans of the Bat?" He looked at me confused, took out a pencil and whispered under his breath "It's like you're from another world or something…." He suddenly got louder by saying "What are you even talking about?"

I cleared my throat and took a step back from the pencil, as he started to wave it front of me. I answered his question with honestly "You know? Like Batman? Bruce Wayne?" He suddenly laughed…. for the first time that day. He threw the pencil down on the floor in front of him before replying "The billionaire? He's an asshole. I'm glad his parents were killed." He kicked at his pencil and then corrected himself "Sorry, I shouldn't say that. Dad always told me to nice to him...since the butler is his alcohol supply."

He turned to me and asked quickly "You got any ideas for this play thing?" I nodded my head and started to speak "Well, what genre?" He licked his bottom lip slowly and answered, "It's got to be dark…but it's got to be comical." I nod at this, as he continues "It could take place…right here…in Gotham." My eyes widen as I ask "I'm s-sorry…what?" Jack laughs at me and whispers to me "You know, Gotham City. The shit hole of the States."

I glance around and call out "Sir!" I became frantic, and very nervous. The teacher made his way to us, as he called out "Yeah?" I bit my lip at Jack and then asked, "Where are we?" The teacher laughed at me, so I nervously laughed back, before he responded "In the theater at Gotham High, in well…Gotham City."

My mouth dropped open. What? How is that even possible? Someone was really pulling at my leg. Someone must have it out for me. This must be a prank of some sort. But then I looked around and saw that not one person was laughing…or even trying to hold back laughter. I put my hand over mouth and said in a barely audible level "Okay then…."

I walked towards the end of the stage, and sat with my back against the wall. I covered my head with my hands and then I heard footsteps in front of me. Suddenly, I felt hands on my shoulders. So I looked up to see Jack there…. I gulped realizing that this was the Joker's pre-form? Oh god…was I going crazy? What the hell was going on?

Jack rubbed my shoulders softly and asked, as he saw the tears dripping from my eyes "Listen, I know I was hard on you before…but I'm not good at this people thing." I peered at him carefully, not really caring about what he was saying, but I was watching his lips. They weren't scarred at all; I guess this was before he went mad. Jack stopped rubbing my shoulders and whispered "Come on, we got to figure this out." I nodded at him, wiping my tears off my face with my sleeves.

He helped me up as he started to share his idea with me, his awfully familiar idea "Well…what if I'm a psychopath…and I…" I smiled and continued for him "Kill people with a knife?" He nodded and replied, "Okay…good one. Good one, your right. Guns are too quick." I bit down on my lip and muttered, "What should I be?" He swallowed hard and chewed on his lip harshly before saying "Well… what if your…. ugh…."

I smile at him and ask "A therapist that falls in love with you…. and ends up being your partner in crime?" A smirk grew on his face, before he said happily "That's a great idea! Did that just come off the top of your head?" I nodded nervously and let him think that I was a genius for a few seconds. He took out his cards once again and I shouted out "And his name should be Joker!"

He bit down on his lip before asking "Why?" I cleared my throat and responded, "Well, because he should make jokes. (Pause) Hey! You said you wanted it to be funny!" He shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "I'm not really sure I like that name." I roll my eyes and mutter to myself "You will in the future." Jack takes the Joker card out of his deck, examines it carefully and then mutters, "You know… I'm starting to like this character."

I nod, careful not to laugh at him. It suddenly hits me once again… maybe that's why everyone was singing Backstreet boys and Spice Girls. Was I in a different time as well? Well, the math would mean that I was in…um…1997? Wow…. and I still looked the same. That was sort of strange, well, what wasn't strange about this situation?

Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder "Hey… wait for me after school. We can go over the play…. alright?" I turned around to face Jack and I couldn't do anything but nod. He licked his lips and spoke again "If you want…you can come over to my house…if its not too big of a problem…you see, I want to be a comedian and this play could really help me…"

I smile at him and interrupt him by saying "It won't be a problem." He chews on his lip again and says, "Look, if you haven't noticed already. I'm not very…outspoken…so…." I nod at him and I change the subject by saying "We will meet where we met this morning…after school, okay?" He nods and turns away, trying to think of a way to develop his character.

The bell rings. It's strange how fast time flies by when you're busy being told that you are in a totally different dimension. I sigh as he starts to walk on, leaving me behind without even a good bye. Soon, a handsome, big, student that says, "It sucks that you have to work with the Freak", startles me. My eyebrows rise in return, at his remark and suddenly I respond "No…he's not...not yet, anyway." I walk off, trying to find my philosophy class, while reminding myself that I was going to go to Jack Napier's house after school. I giggle at the thought and walk out of the theatre and into the big school with nothing but thoughts of after school in my mind.

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