CH 2:

It had been two months since she had moved and Gotham had only gotten worse for Janey. The job at Gotham wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She was getting coffee for her bosses and it was hard on her ego. Coming from a respectable job; as a professional photographer to a coffee runner but, the pay was good and whenever she got to put her input in she was happy to impress them with her ideas…and they always were impressed. However, no one noticed her.

After work she had a date with Bruce and so she hurried home and got ready. Wearing a sexy black cocktail dress with some black stilettos and a simple bun. Since the restaurant was close she insisted on walking. Walking always calmed her down. She grabbed a beige trench coat and left.

As she walked her heels echoed around her. It was a chilly night and there wasn't anything around just some cars here and there and dark ally ways. She pulled her coat around her and felt like someone was following her and so she ducked into a short cut she knew of. Then she bumped into someone.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry" side stepping the man looking down embarrassed. However, he didn't let her pass.

She looked up and saw the man was wearing a suit and he looked Italian.

"It's late out what are you doing all by yourself out at night." The man said.

Janey fingered the pepper spray "I'm about to go see my brother he's very sick."

"Oh well you see here Johnny here is pretty sick too, maybe you could see him too." He pointed to his friend behind him.

Snickering his friend said "Yeah you know the bad case of the blues." Reaching out for her hand. Janey pulls out her pepper spray and points it at the two men.

"Don't touch me!" Janey said holding the pepper spray firmly.

"Oh look Johnny kitty's got claws." The man laughed as both of them pulled out badges and guns.

"Look sweetie if you know what's best for you, you'll just enjoy this." Johnny laughed as he started to undo his pants. Janey made to run, but a third man came from behind and grabbed her.

"HELP SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" Janey struggled kicking and trying to pull her arms free.

"You know what you guys are boring…and frankly can I be honest with you guys. If you wanna have fun you should be a little bit more creative?" came a voice from the shadows. They all stopped and looked in the direction the voice came.

Then from the shadows Janey saw a man in a purple suit and clown make up emerge. She had no clue who would wear something like that. But what she noticed the most were the symmetrical scars on the sides of his mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing here didn't we haul your ass down to Arkham?" As one dirty cop pointed his gun at the clown. The other letting go of Janey and pulling out his baton.

"Now you see that's where you guys got boring I mean it's an asylum if I can get out of you little police station…I mean honestly guys I thought you could do better than that!" the clown exclaimed.

"Get him!" he ordered the one with the baton to go get him.

The man ran and swung at the clown and the clown side stepped with ease and grabbed the back of the man's collar and stuck a knife (which came out of nowhere) into the man's side. The remaining two cops became frightened and started firing at the clown. At this point Janey had hid behind a trashcan scared that she might get shot. However the clown stepped behind a large dumpster and when the cops were done shooting he came out with a semi automatic and killed them both with little effort.

He then made his way to the dumpster and found Janey.

"You ok beautiful?" He offered a hand

"Who are you?" Janey backed into the wall.

"Oh how rude of me, you must me new here well then let me introduce myself. I am: The clown prince of crime, the terror of Gotham, The bomb happy freak, but you can just call me the Joker. And it is my very good honor to meet you…and you are?" As he bowed and looked at Janey

"Janey" As she eyed his suspiciously

"Ja-ney, right." Emphasizing the ney of her name.

"Are you like a crazy person?" As she stood in awe of this man, who just killed three men with ease.

"I'm sure they will tell you that, but you see I'm not crazy I just like to stay ahead of the game. So Janey tell me, do you like music?" Coming a bit closer to Janey to offer a hand up.

"Yeah I like it why?" as she grabbed the gloved hand and stood up.

"Well you see I'm on my way to conduct a little concerto of mine would you like to ah keep me company?" He extended his arm to her.

"Well you see I'm on my…" She began.

"I promise you it will be…ummm…the most explosive thing you'll ah ever see in you life. You have my word…and ah I'm a man of my word. And as ah a bonus I'll even take you home" Nudging her with his elbow. Smiling at her with that uncanny smile of his.

"Ok I'll go with you" she felt guilty for standing up Bruce but, she was good at making up excuses and I'm sure that Bruce will understand and after the whole ordeal she had gone through she was sure that she didn't want to be at a fancy dinner.

When they got to the top of a roof somewhere in Gotham She could see the people walking below her and they looked like ants.

"So where is your orchestra maestro?" She asked coyly.

"All in good time, all in good time-ah" he started to wave his arms like a conductor and then she could hear the beginning of (whatever song I choose)

"I can hear it!" she exclaimed running to see over the edge to find the orchestra, but when she got there she didn't see one. Then the song kicked in and the she saw the base of the bank across the way blow up and then the next floor and so on and so fourth. The clown was waving his arms still and laughing like a maniac. She just stood there thinking 'oh shit'. When the building was gone and the music still going. He grabbed her arm to go.

"Well its time that we ah…leave I think the orchestra can handle this with out me if you hahah… know what I'm saying." Still giggling a little as he pulled on her arm. To go downstairs. In shock she just went with him not thinking that he was deranged at all.

'She's cute' he thought 'and she has no clue who I am!' he thought that was the best part. She was like a lost little puppy it was funny! He started to giggle. Still he couldn't believe that the there was still a class of criminals low enough to rape. Jeez! The thought of it repulsed him…however staying true to his word he took her home.

"Nice ah…digs you got there beautiful." Looking at her apartment.

"Thank you for the…umm…evening it was rather fun. Also thank you for saving my life. If there is anything I can do please don't hesitate to ask." She was playing with her key wanting to just go to sleep.

"ahm…. Don't mention it…Like really…don't ah…mention it…k? That's all I ah want and need….or else I'll have to come kill you and that's not really on my to do list so ah…yeah just. don't. mention. it…to anyone got it!"

"Oh alright then…ummm…Good evening then." She made for her door. 'This guy is insane!' she thought to herself. When she got inside she ran to her apartment. When she got inside, she looked out the window for him and he was still there watching her she immediately pulled the blinds down. It wasn't the fact that his scars scared her it was the fact that he just blew up a fucking bank! That scared the shit out of her.

'Fuck' he thought to himself 'shouldn't of let her live just should've fucking killer her' he thought to himself, but he couldn't she was just too much fun to watch and her accent was fucking sexy. 'Oh well' he pushed the thought out of his mind he didn't like dwelling on things too long. He had other things that were more important to think about. However the thought still lingered in his head.