I do not own Dark Knight or any of the plot or characters. I only own Jack and Luna.
"That's it, I'm sick of this. I quit," I yelled storming out of my job. My job happened to be a secretary for Bruce Wayne. Most women in Gotham city would be bowing on the ground and kissing his shoes, but I can't stand my boss. Maybe I should try to calm down and explain what happened today to make me quit in such a fury.
Well it was like any other day. I came to work, sat at my desk, and did all the little things Bruce wanted me to, or should I say Mr. Wayne. He always told me to call him Bruce, but I refused and I call him Mr. Wayne. Anyways, I was just sitting at my desk watching videos on my computer on , and he struts over and asks me in a charming look to go to dinner with him.
Now I know most women of this city would throw themselves at him and yell yes, but not me. I frowned and shook my head. His charming demeanor bothered me. I always remember from one of my psychology classes in college that a charming guy is most likely narcissistic, and I truly believed my boss fit into that category.
Back to the point, I refused Mr. Wayne's proposal to go to dinner and he frowned. He reached out and tried to caress my cheek and I scooted away from him, or in other words I just pushed my rolling chair backwards. He sighed and said, "Luna just come with me. I promise it won't be anything to do with business." He gave me a wink and I quickly stood out of my seat and glared at him. Mr. Wayne seemed surprised by my glare.
"That's the problem here Mr. Wayne. I have no problem working for you, but that is the only relationship we will have together, which is a business only one," I said heatedly. Mr. Wayne disgusted me with how he always charmed women and then dumped them for the newest and hottest girl. I'm definitely not a model, even though I'm tall. I'm in good shape, but that is only because I do kick-boxing and dancing. I love those two activities.
Mr. Wayne sighed and he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest and he smirked at me. "I'm sure I can change your mind if you'll give me the chance," he whispered. I frowned before cracking up laughing. He gave me a weird look when I laughed at him and I smirked evilly and slammed my sharp heel of my shoe into his dress shoes. He yelped and released me and backed away a bit from me. I smirked and said, "Sorry Mr. Wayne but I'm not a little mindless doll like those other whores you date."
He frowned as I went to walk away from him. "So the rumors are true, you truly do scare away every man who approaches you," Mr. Wayne said and I halted in my tracks. I turned around and glared at him. "What did you say?" I whispered in an angry voice. He repeated what he said louder so everyone could hear what he said. I growled as everyone around us snickered at what he said. I quickly picked up a stapler and threw it at his head. To my disappointment, he dodged out of the way. "Damn it so close," I thought annoyed. He gaped at me and that is when I proceeded to yell I quit and storm out to the Gotham city streets.
Right now I'm currently walking down the streets with a glare on my face. A group of guys that were looking at me quickly looked away after they saw my glare. I can't stand this city. It's filled with so much chaos, corrupt people, and worst of all stupid people. I sometimes enjoy the chaos though. The villains were always so amusing to hear about or even watch in action. I've seen the scarecrow in action before. However I had to quickly get out of the area before he released his fear toxin.
That fear toxin he created will seriously mess with your head. I remember one time I was hit with it, and wow did the world look different. Most people screamed in terror, but I just laughed the whole time as I watched the world become a bloody and demonic place.
Alright I'm probably freaking some of you people out. I'm not going to apologize for how I am. I've had a bad life and now that it has gone from alright to me being jobless again, I'm not very happy. Most of the time, I'm pretty happy. A smile is usually on my face all the time, except when I get angry. I'm a kind hearted person when I want to be. However the past that I've went through keeps me from being nice to everyone.
I sighed as I sat down on a bench in the subway, while I waited for a train. This is a perfect opportunity to tell all of you about my past. Many people believed me to have a perfect childhood as I grew up, but that is far from the truth. My family might have appeared perfect on the outside, but on the inside it truly felt like I was stuck in hell. My father always used me to release his anger. He would beat me all the time, but in places that no one would see them.
My mother would always bring home strange men when my dad was not home, which was a lot of the time because my dad always went on business trips out of the country. Anyways once the men were done with my mother, they would always come close to me. Thankfully I was never raped by any of them, but I was touched by them in places that a young child should not be touched. I'm still a virgin though, which I see as a good thing.
I was an only child, so I was forced to do the best I could in school. If I ever did badly in school then I paid the price. I remember one time I was rushed to the hospital, because when my father was mad at me for getting a B in a class, he grabbed four pencils and stabbed me with them. Of course he was a brilliant liar to the hospital doctors and the police, so he did not get in trouble.
I still have four white circular scars in my left hand. He didn't want to ruin my writing hand, which is my right, but I can still use my left hand just fine. I also have some scars on my wrists and ankles from when they shackled me in the basement for two months straight during summer break when I was in middle school. I struggled so much that the shackles cut into my skin.
The subway train arrived and I quickly got inside. Now that you know a lot of my past, I'll tell you about my age and appearance. Well first off my name is Luna Massingale. I'm almost twenty two years old. I have very pale skin and long white hair. Some people say it's just a very light platinum blonde, but I know it's white. My eyes look red or pink, it depends on my mood. If you haven't guessed yet, I'll go ahead and tell you. I'm an albino.
I always get some stares anywhere I go. You would think that people would get over it. They are even weirder people in this city than me. However I think the people that look the most normal, are the strangest. I don't understand how or why someone would want to be like everyone else. Maybe it's a good thing I haven't actually spoken to any of the criminals or I might just decide to join them. I love making mischief and terror.
A cab honked at me as I walked across the street, I was no longer in the subway. Telling about me has taken a while, but anyways I flipped off the cab driver and stepped onto the sidewalk. I sighed as I entered the dance studio that I danced at. My friend Jack waved at me as I entered. I gave him a small smile as I entered the empty dance studio. It was closed at this time, but Jack always lets me dance at this time.
I smiled and stripped out of my work clothes and put on my dancing shoes and a loose tank top and some sweat pants. Jack smiled at me again as he entered the dance studio and turned on the music. "Bad day?" he asked as I did my stretches and he leaned up against the wall. I nodded and looked at him through the studio mirror. "I quit my job," I said and he shook his head. "You can always work here if you want to," he said with a smirk as he looked at my butt.
I laughed and through one of my heels at him. He dodged the shoe and laughed. "Such a violent woman," he said and I smirked. "I know I am what are you going to do, lock me in the asylum?" I asked as I did a slow walk towards him. He shook his head and grabbed my hands and made me do a twirl. "I would never lock you up, because I know you'd break out and be even crazier than you already are," he whispered in my ear and I laughed.
"That's true," I said and wrapped my leg around his waist and he dipped me backwards. He smiled and his smile disappeared when a loud boom sounded. The dance studio windows were destroyed and glass flew everywhere. I pulled Jack down onto the studio floor and covered my head with my arms. Some glass cut my arms but it didn't feel that deep.
When the glass quit flying at us, I jumped up and ran over to the now windowless windows. I looked at the street below and saw a van speeding away from a now blown up building. I looked in the van and saw the Joker laughing crazily. His eyes were locked with mine for a brief moment and then we broke contact when Jack ran over and pulled me away from the window.
I snapped out of my silent reverie when Jack asked me if I was alright. I looked at my arms and saw the little cuts already being clotted with dried blood. I nodded and checked Jack's wounds. Jack sighed when he saw the glass everywhere and the destroyed windows. "This is going to suck to clean up and get fixed," Jack groaned as he put his head in his hands. I patted his shoulder and said, "I'll help you clean up, but you might have to be on your own for paying for the windows to be fixed." He nodded and sighed before thanking me for deciding to help.
It was late when I finally arrived at my apartment. My answering machine was flashing like crazy and I sighed as I pressed the button. My boss's voice sounded on the machine and I truly felt like destroying the machine until I heard what he said. "I'm sorry Luna for the way I acted today. I apologize for what all I said and I would be very happy if you would accept your job back. You are the best secretary anyone could ask for and this company needs you. I promise to keep our relationship as a business one only," he said and I sighed.
I called Mr. Wayne and said, "Fine I'll be back tomorrow morning." I could tell Mr. Wayne was smirking, but the only reason I accepted my job back is because I need the money. Without the money I would be out on the streets or back in a small town in Tennessee with my grandparents. I love my grandparents, but I like living alone more.
"Good I'll see you then," Mr. Wayne said and hung up. His voice sounded a little strained, like he had to rush off somewhere, but I just brushed it off and hung up my home phone. I don't have a cell phone. The little things annoy me. I sighed and fell onto my bed. "Today had definitely been interesting," I thought before falling asleep. I hope tomorrow is even more interesting and maybe I'll actually get to hit Mr. Wayne with the stapler instead of missing.