A/N: Hi everyone! I've been writing this now for a while, and only just decided to put it on . After watching TDK, I just fell in love with it, and I was practically forced to write this. Comments are always welcome!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing from Batman, save for any original characters that I've thrown in here. They belong to me and cannot be used by others. Glad I've made everything clear.


The Joker and the Queen of Hearts

5:58; well, at least that's what the clock said. I was hardly in a state to judge. I lifted my head slowly from my pillow, guiding myself as I sat up, perching against my headboard. With a bit of self disgust, I realized that I still wore the same outfit that I had the night before. Brilliant, I thought to myself. My mind was clouded with what was usually morning unresponsiveness, but had now been translated into an early evening thing.

I stood from my bed, moving towards my bathroom, but was interrupted by the phone ringing. With an aggravated sigh, I picked it up.

"Hello?" I greeted quietly, my voice thick with sleep. My greeting was met with laughter from the person on the other line.

"What were you up to last night, Addie?" A deep, familiar voice asked. I took in a breath, preparing to answer, but tripped over a pair of heels.

"Shit!" I cursed, landing on the floor with a thud. Again, I heard laughter. My lips curved downwards, forming a frown. "What do you want, Bruce?" I questioned in a hiss.

It took a few moments for him to compose himself. I waited, taking the time to stand up. It never surprised me that, though he may have been laughing a moment before, my cousin rarely had laughter in his voice.

"Don't you remember? We're supposed to meet for dinner in an hour and a half. You know, to celebrate?"

"Oh, yes," I replied, smacking my forehead. I knew there was something I had to do. "I remember." Occasionally procrastinate

"Huh, because judging from your voice, I'd think you'd forgotten."

Ah. He knew me too well. "Alright, I forgot. But I'll be ready." I promised.

" Good." He said, adding: "By the way, you should probably remind your boyfriend about dinner."

Peter. I had no doubt in my mind that he had forgotten as well. "I will, Bruce. Now can I please go?"

"Yes. I'll see you in bit."

"Okay, bye."

I hung up the phone, pausing for an instant before punching in a different number. It took several moments for him to answer, which he did. But the perky voice that greeted me (through girlish laughter) wasn't one that I recognized, and was definitely not one I wanted to hear.

"Hello?"

I hesitated a moment before answering, sighing with frustration. It didn't surprise me that Peter would pull something like this.

"Hello. Is this Peter Benson's phone?" I questioned, annoyance seeping into my voice. I honestly didn't care if this girl knew it, though her valley girl voice made her sound too brainless to understand my frustration.

"Oh, yeah! Hold on." She giggled. I glanced at the clock, checking the time as I waited for Peter to answer.

"Who is it, babe?" I heard Peter ask quietly. It didn't take any thought for me to figure out that he wasn't talking to me. I hit my head hard on the wall a couple of times, scolding myself for allowing this to happen.

"What does she look like, Peter? Is she blond?" I inquired. The other line went dead.

"Uh…" Was his well thought out response.

"Charming."

"No, it's not-"

"We'll talk about it later. Right now, I just need you to get your ass out of wherever you are and ready for dinner with Bruce in an hour, if you remember." I hissed, slamming the phone done on the receiver. "Ugh," I breathed, disgusted, spreading my fingers to rest on my face, covering it slightly. I'd begun to question why I'd even started dating Peter. Yes, our relationship was happy at the beginning; fun, even. But that was short-lived, and hardly worth my current situation.

I exhaled slowly, pulling my hand from my face. Whatever. I could deal with this.

Now fully awake, I walked across the bedroom of my penthouse apartment, entering my bathroom. I could feel the remnants of hairspray clinging to several locks of my wavy, dark brown hair. I gave a sideways glance at the mirror, my emerald eyes settling on my reflection. At best, I could have been called disheveled. Shaking my head, I moved to my shower, opening the glass door and turning on the water. I threw my clothes on the floor, stepping into the shower. I focused on nothing but the water droplets hitting my skin, washing away all my emotions and leaving me hollow.