Sarah sat in the coffee house waiting for Katy. She glared at her watch as Katy was ten minutes late. She sank back in her chair and her thoughts returned to him again. She had not stopped thinking about that infamous night with the Joker. It was everything she wanted it to be, he was sweet but rough, he did whatever the hell he wanted and she liked it. Part of her relished her new found status of being bad but she was suppose to be the good guy, she wasn't brought up to be like this. Now after two weeks, she found herself craving him, wanting him to kiss every part of her body and make her feel alive again but he was wreaking havoc in Gotham as usual. Nearly every headline in the last two weeks were about him, killing, stealing, blowing up things all in the name of proving a world with no rules.

Sarah was taken out of her reverie when Katy turned up. 'Sarah' she sang. Sarah got up and they hugged each other briefly before sitting down.

'Do you want some coffee?' Sarah asked.

Katy shook her head and looked at Sarah with excitement.

'What' Sarah asked with a laugh.

Katy grinned 'Do you want to come to Bruce Wayne's party tonight for this charity thing?' She asked, her face pleading.

Sarah bit her lip 'I don't know if I feel up to it' she muttered. She smiled apologetically.

'Well you have no choice, your coming even if I have to drag you there myself' she smirked mischievously, the truth was though was that Katy would do it.

Sarah sighed 'fine' she pouted.

Katy giggled 'Great. So you wanna go shopping? I've seen this dress that looks amazing' she said with lots of animation.

Sarah smiled 'I have a dress already so we'll just get your dress' she had the perfect dress. It was a strapless silky navy gown.

Katy's head snapped over to her 'Oooh. What's the dress like?'

Sarah put a finger to her lips 'It's a surprise' she smirked.

'Well lets go. There's no way I'm losing that dress' Katy said like they were going on a mission.

Katy shot up and Sarah followed as she rolled her eyes.

The Joker was reading one of the headlines in the newspaper and he admired his handiwork. Gotham had fallen to it's knees again and he could tell it was getting to the Batman a lot more this time. He chuckled to himself and ran his hand through his greasy hair. His thoughts had again reverted back to Sarah, he wondered whether he should pay her a visit but then he thought about how she'd probably get huffy with him again. She needs more time The Joker thought and then she'd be his forever, his little diamond queen by his side.

One of the clowns knocked on the door 'Joker?' he asked with fear in his voice.

'What do you want?' the Joker snapped, already aggravated.

The clown trailed in 'Me and the guys were just wondering whether we were crashing Wayne's party tonight' The clown moved closer to the door

The Joker's lips curled into a sly smile 'Of course we are. I told you uhh last night, get your head outta the gutter' the Joker's eyes stayed on his.

'Y-yes sir' The clown stuttered.

The Joker rolled his eyes 'leave Bozo before I make sure your lying on this floor dead' he threatened menacingly.

Bozo's eyes widened. Before he turned around the Joker shot him in the chest 'too late' the Joker said with a cruel cackle. He smacked his lips together. He went over to the body and gave it a little kick. 'Maybe this advice is too late but you listen to me the first time, I never repeat myself' he said in a low voice. He grabbed his jacket from the tattered chair and put it on, he stepped over the body comically and gave a little salute to the body. He half skipped to the next room and all his minions stopped what they were doing to look at him either with dread or toughness. 'We have a party tonight boys so get ready' he ordered. The men left leaving the Joker in the room to grin wildly in anticipation.

It was 6:30pm and Sarah was in her apartment. She had her dress on and it hugged against her body. She looked herself over in the mirror. Her hair was piled and her eyes were smoky with mascara and eyeliner. 'for the last touch' she mumbled as she started to apply the red lipstick.

She pouted before she heard a voice calling her 'hurry up Sarah. It's starting in half an hour'

Sarah rolled her eyes 'haven't you heard of being fashionably late' she called back. Katy stood in the doorway.

'Wow, Sarah you look beautiful' she said with a hint of jealousy.

Sarah smiled 'you think?' she asked with uncertainty.

Katy bounded up to her and put her hand on Sarah's shoulder 'of course you do now let's go' she grinned. Katy was wearing a cream dress with her hair in a French twist.

'Let's get this thing over and done with' she strutted off dragging Katy with her.

Sarah and Katy got a taxi to Bruce Wayne's apartment. Sarah was secretly a bit nervous because she didn't know what unwelcome guests might turn up and one in particular had a knack for it. That annoying clown!

Sarah and Katy had been at Bruce Wayne's party for over an hour now. Over seven men had asked her to dance up to now and she had reclined them all.

She sipped her champagne gracefully and inside she was getting a little angry as Katy had gone off chatting to people as if she was some socialite. Sarah nearly snorted in laughter. She heard a voice behind her 'Hi there.' the voice was low and attractive but Sarah wasn't in the mood for being chatted up again.

She spun around and stopped when she was his face. It was none other then Bruce Wayne himself. 'Hi' she greeted with a fake smile. She couldn't stand this guy who was a self absorbed jerk.

Bruce gave her one of his most charming smiles 'you seemed a little lonely so I thought I'd keep you company' he said 'I'm Bruce Wayne by the way' he held his hand out to her and Sarah shook it. His hand sure is strong Sarah thought to herself.

'I'm Sarah and that's so sweet of you to keep you company but I'm fine' she said coldly. She almost turned around when he spoke again.

'Well if you change your mind, let me know' he said.

'Wait. Ok maybe I am a little lonely and bored' Sarah said blandly 'no offence and all seeing as it's your party. It's just not my thing' she looked away from him. This party was dull.

'None taken' Bruce laughed 'I get what you mean'

Sarah looked shocked 'coming from the arrogant spoilt playboy' she crossed her arms and looked at him with a face of do you really think I'm stupid?

Bruce looked down 'Don't judge me yet' his voice had turned low with a hint of iciness.

Sarah smirked 'I'll remember that' Maybe she was being a little harsh on him 'so Bruce, tell me about you' she asked with her eyes twinkling.

Bruce looked at her a moment too long then spoke 'There's not much to tell. Other then that I'm an arrogant spoilt playboy' he grinned at her.

Sarah rolled her eyes 'other then that' she purred.

'Tell me about you' Bruce said huskily. He was very close to her and he could breathe in her scent.

Sarah bit her bottom lip 'Well I'm a psychiatrist at Arkham asylum' she muttered and she looked at his eyes. His eyes were a lovely shade of hazel and Sarah turned back sharply.

Before Bruce could speak a shot blasted from the other side of the room. Sarah's face contorted in anger as the Joker's figure came into view.

The Joker twirled round as he took in the guests. His face stretched into a wide smile 'Hello, Ladies and gentlemen' he grinned. He licked his lips madly. 'I just thought I'd Uhh pop in for a visit' he cackled.

Sarah looked around her and Bruce wasn't next to her anymore. She hid herself in the audience so she couldn't be seen. All of the Joker's minions were around him, looking dangerous with shot guns. The Joker's eyes were narrowing around the room, he was looking for something.

The Joker went over to a woman 'have any of you happened to have seen Bruce Wayne?' he asked in a low tone. He grabbed her face and when she shook her head, he smacked her cheek. He went over to another guest and swiped their drink. 'Yes? No?' he asked comically. He downed the champagne then threw the glass. The guests that were hiding Sarah had spread out leaving Sarah in the centre of her predator. His black orbed eyes darted at her and he grinned 'Well isn't it a surprise? It's my ex psychiatrist. Hello beautiful' he smirked at her and lurched towards her.

Sarah held her shoulders back 'Nice to see you too' she said with a fake smile but then it turned grim.

He clenched her waist with one of his hands and looked down at her dress 'pretty dress' he whispered against her lips. Sarah tried to shrug him off her.

'Ah tah tah' he held the knife up to her and brought it to her soft lips. Sarah glared at him and he could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. 'I'm not afraid of you. I never was' she said darkly. Right now she couldn't think of the audience around her. He was pressed up against her and she couldn't help the feeling of want that was radiating off her. She wanted him.

The Joker called out to the audience 'I wanted Bruce Wayne but now I'll settle on my little doll' he laughed hysterically. Sarah kicked him in the groin.

'You'll never have me' she spat.

The Joker was bent down and he wiggled his knife at her 'I always said I liked your feistiness, it makes me want you more' he growled.

Sarah's eyes widened and before she had time to react he had hit her head and she crashed to the ground dramatically and drifted into unconscious.