Author's Note: Now, the drama begins . . .

The gardens were breathtakingly beautiful. I had never seen such a beautiful garden since I was home.

"Oh Dana," I muttered. "This is absolutely gorgeous!" The garden was filled with flowers of all types—roses, amaryllises, daisies, carnations, and many other types. The flowers were of all different colors and seemed to light up the dreary space they were placed into. I wished that Bruce had something like this back in the past.

"Thanks," Dana replied, beaming. "I planted them all myself." I walked over to a ruby red rose and felt the silky petals with my finger. That was one of the things I missed most about home—the flowers. Here, the flowers were dead or wilted; but, at home, they were alive and vibrant. Dana certainly had captured that fact.

"Just stunning," I whispered.

"Hey, Diana?"

"Hmm?" I asked, still staring at the rose.

"You like Mr. Wayne don't you?"

I froze.

How could a young girl see my feelings? Was I really that transparent? I moved a strand of hair out of my face which was something I did when I was nervous. Dana must've noticed.

"Look, you're not obvious, but I just saw the way you were looking at him. I'm sorry if you think it's none of my business, but . . ."

"No," I cut her off. "It's okay." We were both girls which therefore made us sisters and the truth was, I was getting really attached to Dana. She looked weak and fragile on the outside, but I could sense that she was very strong underneath. "Yes, I'm in love with him."

A moment passed and I was worried that she was going to burst out laughing at me.

"But, you're not with him?" She simply asked.

"No," I sighed. She guided me to a pair of garden chairs and I sat down.

"Let me guess, he gave you the whole 'I can't be with you because of my enemies thing, right?" I looked up into her eyes and saw that Terry had given her that too. She and I were alike in more ways than one.

"Yes, but when that didn't work, he said he didn't love me." She nodded and listened as I explained what had happen on that night in Gotham.

"Diana, you just have to be persistent." Dana replied. "You're an amazing woman and Mr. Wayne has to know that. He must've just said that to try to push you away."

"Terry did the same thing with you?" I inquired. A far-off look came into her hazel eyes and I could tell she was reliving some painful memories.

"Terry was . . . well, he was determined to keep me safe." That was all she said on that matter.

"But, you and he are together, aren't you?"

"Well . . ." She looked down and avoided my gaze. "Yes for now."

"For now?" I echoed.

"Now, I'm safe, but in a few days he'll change his mind and break up with me." I saw sadness creep into her eyes. "Terry and I belong together. I know that, but Terry hasn't realized that yet. I know he loves me, but he does so with walls up. He's afraid that me being with him will be the end of me."

So, the girl that I had been so envious of didn't really have a perfect love life. I felt instantly bad of being so cruel to her in my head. But, I also felt relieved. It was a relief to know that another girl was having the same problems I was.

"Well, Dana, we'll just both have to hang in there." Dana smiled and got up. "I'll go get us something to drink." She stood up and the ground began to shake. The ground opened up under Dana and she fell down.

A scream slipped through my lips as I grabbed her hand and flew her up and placed her on the ground. She had hit her head going down and was bleeding heavily.

"Dana, open your eyes!" I shouted as I took her jacket off of her and used it to try to stop the blood flow.

And that's when I heard the laugh. I knew it was him even before I saw him. The teens called Jokerz surrounded us.

"And now the fun begins." He said in that horrible voice of his.

The Joker was here.

And he was out for revenge.

Author's Note: The Joker finally makes his appearance! Well, what cha' think?