A/N: Now ladies and gentlemen, I give you the introduction to the Joker, possibly my favorite comic book character of all time. I really hope I did this part of the movie, and the Joker, justice. (RIP Heath Ledger, the best Joker of all time) Anyway, you know the drill, please leave a review and tell me what you think. And Jenna's dress looks like the one in the link. Just add , copy, and paste. Enjoy!

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Tonight's Entertainment

Harvey, Rachel, and Jenna exited the elevator into Bruce Wayne's penthouse suite. Harvey looked around as though he expected a hit man from the Mob to come out of the crowd and gut him.

"Harvey Dent, scourge of the underworld, scared stiff by the trust fund brigade," Rachel laughed. "I'll be back," she said, walking toward some people she recognized.

"Rachel–" Harvey started but she had already walked away.

"Don't worry Harvey, I feel even more out of place than you do," Jenna muttered out of the corner of her mouth, a smile plastered on her face.

"You feel as though you're in your underwear?"

"Try naked."

"Touché."

"A little liquid courage, Mr. Dent?" Alfred asked, making his way over. Harvey took a glass of champagne and thanked him. Jenna tried to take one but Alfred moved the tray away and sent a scolding glare at her.

"Just kidding Alfred," Jenna assured him. Harvey furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're Alfred?"

"Yes sir."

"Rachel and Jenna talk about you all the time. You've known them their whole lives, right?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Any psychotic ex-boyfriends I should be aware of?"

"Oh you have no idea," Alfred chortled. Jenna laughed at Harvey's horrified face.

"Jenna who was he talking about? Jenna who!" he begged.

"Harvey if you wanna know about Rachel's exes then maybe I should tell her about Miss Pamela Isley," Jenna flaunted. Harvey froze.

"How do you know about Pamela?"

"I looked you up the moment I found out you were dating Rachel. Other than the fact your ex once tried to poison you, you're clean."

"Good to know." They were interrupted by the sound of a helicopter landing outside. Bruce exited, along with three rather promiscuous looking young women.

"I'm sorry that I'm late. I'm glad to see that you all got started without me. Now where is Harvey? Where–" Bruce stopped, seeing Harvey in the crowd. "Harvey Dent, the man of the hour. And where's Rachel Dawes?" He turned to Rachel, who was looking a little less than pleased to see him. "She is my oldest friend. Come here. When Rachel first told me she was dating Harvey Dent, I had one thing to say: 'the guy from those God–awful campaign commercials?'" Everyone laughed. "'I believe in Harvey Dent.' Yeah, nice slogan Harvey." Jenna couldn't help but laugh. The logo was over dramatic, but it had worked. "But it caught Rachel's attention. And then I started to pay attention to Harvey and all that he's been doing as our new DA. And you know what? I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe that on his watch, Gotham can feel, a little safer, a little more optimistic. Look at this face. This is the face of Gotham's bright future. To Harvey Dent. Let's hear it for him." The crowd clapped. Jenna smiled. She was glad he was able to help Harvey out while still keeping his careless, playboy reputation intact. Eventually, the rich stiffs settled back into party mode and Bruce retreated to the balcony, Rachel not far behind.

"Have you seen Rachel, Jenna?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah, she was with Bruce." Harvey frowned. "She's allowed to have friends outside of work who are guys, Harvey." Harvey nodded and went out to join them. He and Rachel came back inside a moment later and walked to find a quitter spot. Jenna stood just out of sight, so she could see but not be seen by her aunt and (she guessed) soon to be uncle.

"You cannot leave me alone with these people," Harvey told Rachel.

"The whole Mob's after you and you're worried about these guys," she smiled.

"Compared to this, the Mob doesn't scare me. Them gunning for you makes you see things clearly."

"Yeah, I bet."

"Yeah. It makes you think about things you couldn't stand losing… about who you wanna spend the rest of your life with."

"That's a pretty big commitment," Rachel tried evading.

"Not if the Mob has their way." Jenna giggled.

"Don't do that," Rachel pleaded.

"All right. Let's be serious then."

"Ok."

"What's your answer?" Rachel paused before replying.

"I don't have an answer." Harvey sighed and looked down.

"Well, I guess no answer is a no."

"Harvey," Rachel tried talking to him, but he interrupted her.

"It's someone else, isn't it?"

"Harvey."

"Just tell me it's not Wayne. The guy's a complete f– " He was cut off by Bruce Wayne knocking him out.

"What are you doing?" Rachel cried as Bruce started to move him toward the supply closet. Jenna jumped out of her hiding spot and joined them.

"They've come for him."

Jenna turned to hear a terrifyingly familiar voice say, "We made it."

"Stay hidden," Bruce ordered Rachel and Jenna, putting a pole in the handle of the closet, effectively trapping Harvey. A shotgun went off and the party went silent.

"Stay hidden," Rachel told her niece, before heading toward the commotion. Jenna rolled her eyes and followed her aunt anyways.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," said the Joker. "We are tonight's entertainment. I only have one question: Where is Harvey Dent? Do you know where Harvey is? You know who he is?" he asked, making his way through the crowd. "Do you know where I can find Harvey? I need to talk to him. Just something little, huh? No." Jenna felt her phone vibrate in the pocket of her dress. She ducked down, pulled I tout and read the text Gordon had sent her.

Joker made threat against Dent. Wuertz is coming to pick him up. Jenna looked over by the elevator, where Alfred was helping a disarmed and stunned Wuertz to his feet.

Idiot, Jenna thought. Of all the people Gordon could send, it had to be him.

"You know, I'll settle for his loved ones," the Joker exclaimed, taking bites out of some of the food. At this Jenna crouched down a little lower.

Why doesn't anyone do anything? She wondered.

"We're not intimidated by thugs," said one older gentleman. The Joker stopped.

"You know, you remind me of my father," he said. He grabbed the poor man's face and put his knife to the man's mouth. "I hated my father."

I guess that's why, Jenna answered in her head.

"Ok stop," Rachel demanded, stepping out of the crowd. Jenna tried making her way over to her aunt and pulling her back, but it was difficult to do without being spotted. The Joker looked at Rachel and slicked back his greasy, green dyed hair.

"Well hello beautiful. You must be Harvey's squeeze. Hm? And you are beautiful," the Joker commented, circling Rachel. She shuddered. "Aw, you look nervous. Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got 'em. Come here," he said, grabbing Rachel as she struggled against him. "Hey. Look at me. So I had a wife. She was beautiful, like you, who tells me, I worry too much. Who tells me that I oughta smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks." Jenna wanted nothing more than to burst out of hiding and slap that grin off of that clown's face but she remembered what Bruce said about waiting for the right time to strike, and stayed hidden. "One day they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just wanna see her smile again. Hm? I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars." Jenna feels her phone vibrate again and sees another text from Gordon.

Wuertz isn't answering. What's wrong?

Joker here. Wuertz useless. Harvey hidden. Send help.

"So, I stick a razor in my mouth, and do this to myself." He rolls his mouth around. "And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling."

Someone grabbed Jenna's arm. "Is that a phone, bitch?" Jenna answered by maneuvering her arm out of the thug's grasp, grabbing his gun from his grasp, kicking him in the stomach, and knocking out with the same gun. She then turned to the Joker who was looking at her with interest.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate you stepping away from my aunt," she said, aiming the gun evenly at him. He laughed, Rachel still in his grasp.

"Like you'd actually use that."

"I would actually."

"You don't strike me as a cold blooded killer, sweetheart." Jenna shrugged.

"Maybe not." Her aim shifted toward his legs. "No one said anything about kneecaps though." The Joker laughed again, pointing his knife at Jenna.

"I like you." Rachel responded to that by punching him in the gut. The Joker let go of her and Rachel stumbled over to Jenna, taking the gun from her.

"A little fight in the both of you. I like that," the Joker grinned, straightening up and making his way toward them.

"Then you're gonna love me," a voice rasped behind him. The Joker turned and was met with the Batman's fist to his face. Another thug jumped forward, and the Batman quickly disposed of him and the others soon followed. One of the Joker's thugs got lucky and was able to hit Batman and hold him down. Rachel aimed the gun but couldn't get a clear shot without possibly hitting the Batman. The Joker kicked the Batman twice in the ribs, before bringing out a knife concealed in his shoe. He kicked and stabbed the Batman, before the Batman was able to throw the thug holding him off and punching the Joker back. The Joker rushed at Rachel and Jenna. Rachel threw Jenna behind her and the Joker grabbed her gun, before grabbing Rachel. The Batman took care of the last goon just in time to see the Joker cock the gun and point it at Rachel.

"Drop the gun," he rasped. The Joker laughed.

"Oh, sure. You just take off your little mask and show us all who you really are. Hm?" When the Batman didn't answer, the Joker pointed the gun behind him and shot out the window, before holding Rachel at the edge. Jenna ran toward her aunt, praying that he didn't let her go.

"Let her go," the Batman demanded.

No! Let her go and I will murder you! Jenna thought. The Joker grinned.

"Very poor choice of words," he cackled and he let her go… right over the edge. The Batman raced to the window, Jenna right behind him. The Batman threw himself after Rachel, who was sliding down the glass and screaming. Jenna watched as the Batman grabbed Rachel as the two of them went over the edge of the building and vanished. Jenna just stared at the edge, hoping and praying that they were alright.

"Well, why don't we see if Batgirl can fly as well?" a hideous voice suggested behind Jenna. She turned just in time for the Joker push her out of the window. Jenna threw out her arms and grabbed the windowpane, barely catching herself, before kicking the Joker in an extremely sensitive spot, before running off as fast as she could in high heels, the Joker laughs still echoing in her ears. "I'll be seeing you soon, Batgirl. I'm a man of my wooooord."