Amelia, otherwise known as Mia, pulled her jumper tighter around her small figure, pulling the sleeves over her shaking hands.

She knew it was dangerous to walk the streets at night, but family life had prepared her for any abuse or threats, so she, like almost every other, chose to ignore the warning.

Besides, she had no car. She was quite poor and if she didn't get home in a matter of half an hour, she would be close to dead.

"No! Please, don't!" The terror in that voice was the source to her hesitation. Why would someone be that scared? Mia wasn't stupid. In fact, quite the opposite. She was pixie like, with long curling brown hair, and sharp, light brown eyes. Her level of maturity was often overshadowed by her looks, though.

"So, you go out, uh, acting tough, but really you're just…a coward." Mia blinked as she heard the snake like voice, laughter dancing over his words.

The Joker.

Mia may only be seventeen years old, and in her senior year in school, but she already had a job as an internship, and high praise had been showered over her for her input, and she was promised a job as soon as she was old enough and had all the training done that was necessary.

But no one knew this, for if it gout out, in a town like this, Mia knew it could have extremely bad consequences.

The rush of fear had finally moved the blood to her legs, and she quietly, yet stiffly, raced to the wall of the alley, peering in.

The Joker…

Mia had heard so much about him. Felt the terror from people, but was it because they were guilty for the crimes the Joker sought out?

Mia was intrigued, rather than, like any normal person, afraid. She'd always imagined on several occasions what it would be like to speak with this misunderstood, psychotic man. She'd love to see how his brain clicked, how he saw the world through eyes intensified by black charcoal. Now she would finally get her chance. But just as she was about to open her mouth and use her sharp tongue, a hand slapped over it, and lips brushed her ear.

"Quiet. You want this, you're wondering through alleyways late at night, all alone." He dragged her to another alleyway, pushing her to the ground. He knelt on top of her, his knee digging into her chest.

The first emotion Mia felt was disgust. Why did all men think that girls wanted them?

They couldn't possibly know, only if a vibe was given off, or if the girl told him herself.

The second emotion was fear.

Nothing, not even her life, had prepared her for this. She was a good fighter, but could she fight off a man twice her size?

She jerked violently, trying to get him off her. The fear she felt wasn't a fear, where you're watching a scary movie. No, this was the real thing, the thing people claimed to have felt, but probably never will. Agonizing fear that pricks through your veins, making you numb.

"Want to say something? Or are you going to scream. Beg, beautiful. It just turns me on."

She shuddered, as he slowly removed his hand.

"You PRICK. My clothes are ruined and I asked for it? What deluded fool told you that, you sick RETARD?!"

The guy growled, yanking her up and placing the knife on her neck.

Mia quietened immediately.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be screaming my name long after."

Mia let out a whimper of fear.

"So you're not going to kill me?" she whispered. Don't rapists usually kill their victims?

He shrugged

"Depends on how good of a fuck you are."

"Uh, uh, uh. You're insulting my style." A scolding voice interrupted, amused and irritated at the same time. Mia would never understand how people did that.

But he, he did it so well.

"I've got this, Joker," Mia blurted out.

He burst into laughter.

"I thought my jokes were bad! But let's be honest, dollface. You don't."

"Why would you care? Shouldn't you be laughing, 'Joker'? You contradict yourself." The man sneered, digging his knee deeper into Mia's chest. She winced.

The Joker giggled, shaking his head.

"No, no. You make me sound like some kind of, ah, monster." His face suddenly became serious.

"But the knife? Well, it's my thing. And you're putting a, uh, dirty name to it. And I've always hated rapists." He growled. While the guy was distracted, Mia pushed him, and he fell beside her. She stood up, but he kicked out his leg into the back of her knees, and she fell to the ground, letting out a cry as her head smashed against the concrete.

The Joker laughed loudly, clapping is hands.

"Frankly, Joker, I don't care. See, I want a fuck, and she seems like a good one. Look, you can even have her if you want, after." Mia noticed that he was drunk, as his words were slurred, and he sounded like a complete fucking idiot.

He turned to Mia, ignoring the Joker's raised eyebrows and grin, thinking everything was okay because he was smiling. Obviously this guy, drunk or not, did not know the Joker very well. For the sadistic grin meant there was a storm brewing.

The guy rolled onto Mia.

"I said I was going to fuck you, so I am."

"And I said," the Joker began in a high pitched voice, giggling slightly, "I hate rapists. Do you know what I do to people, or uh, things I hate? And I, ah, unlike you, am a man of my word."

Once again Mia pushed the frozen man on top of her off, and quickly stood up, pressing her back against the wall. The Joker strode over and yanked the man up, grinning.

The man now realized what predicament he was really in.

"You look nervous, is it the scars? Want to know how I got them? I'll tell you the real story. One night, I came home, to see my mother getting raped. I rush in and pull the guy off her. He's laughing, unlike her, she's crying. And then, he asks me, why so serious? And I tell him, 'you were raping my mum' and he laughs, and pulls out a knife. He then says, 'So? Why so serious? Let's put a smile on that face'. So…Why so serious?" Mia blinked, shuddering as the Joker wiped his knife on the dead man. She started to tiptoe away, not even daring to breathe.

"Where do you think you're going, beautiful?" Mia cursed. She slowly turned around, swallowing.

Don't show fear, don't show fear…or show fear?

Mia wasn't sure. She wasn't sure how to act. She didn't want to piss him off.

She had wanted to talk to him, yes, but not in these circumstances.

"You look nervous, is it the scars?"

"No." Mia replied honestly, surprised at how her clear her voice was. He cocked his head, surprise etched into his face, his smile flickering slightly.

"No?" he asked, grinning again. "Humour me."

She swallowed again, before continuing.

"Well, you saved me, well you know, you had your, ah, pleasure in it…I'd like to stay alive, so I don't want to piss you off."

He let out a screech of laughter.

"Save you? Don't delude yourself, kid." She winced.

"I may not have killed you, but it doesn't, uh, mean I have to save you." He pushed her aside as he started to walk forwards.

Mia followed.

"What do you mean?"

He halted.

"I thought, uh, you didn't want to piss me off. You see, I'm not a, uh, very friendly clown when I'm pissed off." He giggled. Mia let out a dry chuckle.

"You're a Joker. Are you contradicting yourself?

Shit, had she just said that aloud? One of the reasons she was good at D.A work, was that she wasn't' afraid to use her mouth. They had told her, warned her that a time would come when it would get her into trouble. She just prayed it wasn't this day.

The Joker turned around, smirking at her.

"I like you, dollface. You amuse me." He walked over to her, and suddenly slammed her against the wall. She let out a gasp as the air was knocked out of her.

"But I don't like that mouth of yours. So, you can either close it, or I'll curve it for you. Got that, uh, dollface?" Mia nodded, and he moved away. Air was no substitute for a warm man, no matter who the man was. Though, he was man. Saving her, regardless for self reasons, had proven that.

"Well, this wasn't part of my plan, but it's a much better one, and every hero loves a damsel in distress." He turned on her suddenly.

"Even yourself? I mean, you're not a hero, but you couldn't help yourself, now could you?"

He giggled.

"I kill rapists, sweetheart. So, I get the attention of Batman and a killing. You're just a, uh, decoy."

"You're still man underneath that make up," Mia said quietly, as the Joker got out a gun and shot it. He grinned at her.

"Luckily, I've got a hell of a lot of make-up on."

A car came around the corner, screeching as it braked. The doors opened, and out climbed a large number of men. Mia's eyes widened, and she looked at the Joker. He giggled at her fearful expression.

The men separated into two groups, and Mia noticed that one were drunks, and perhaps rapists and the other were the Joker's henchmen.

"You said you hate rapists!" She shot at the Joker. "You're contradicting yourself, Joker!"

He grabbed her face, pressing the cold metal object the edge of her mouth.

"Don't insult me. How many times do I have to say it? I do hate rapists. Who says they are going to rape you? Batman is on his way." He said, giddy.

"Why don't you face him then, coward?" she shrieked. If she was going to die, then she was going to die with pride.

Instead of getting angry, the Joker doubled over in hysterics.

He really was a confusing and fucked up man.

"I really do like you! I'm not a coward…you'll see that soon enough. I'm still getting ready. I still have much, uh, chaos to create. Not that you need to know any of this, dollface." Mia inched away from him, and he pocked his knife.

"I told you. Just because I didn't kill you doesn't mean I have to save you." He grinned, and took something out of his pocket. He walked over to the drunken group, and held out his gun, before shooting it. Mia let out a screech, putting her hand over her mouth as the guy fell to the floor with a thud. His blood trailed down, teasing her feet, and she backed away, disgusted, before turning her head to see the Joker bent over the dead man.

He stood up, walked over to her and flicked something at her. She managed to catch it, and then groaned as blood trickled down her fingers.

A messy scrawl, in blood, flashed angrily at her.

See you soon.

"You didn't have to kill him for that! I would have got it." She was only responded by chuckles, and then a deathly silence. Mia looked up, alarmed, and dropped the card in horror.

The group of drunk men were advancing on her, a hungry, wild look in their eyes.

"Back off!" she warned. She wasn't going to beg. Especially if all it did was turn them on.

She picked up the card and pocketed it, though she didn't know why.

"Or what? What you going to do, girlie?"

"Who are you calling girlie?" a voice rasped out, and Mia watched as the men flew in all directions, but she couldn't see all, for a black like veil covered it, it was going that fast.

Mia crumpled to the ground, her back against the wall.

Unbelievable. This whole night was just unbelievable.

"Miss, are you aright?" she jumped as she felt him beside her, his voice vibrating through her pounding head.

"Uh, yes." He held out his hand but she pushed herself up. She wasn't weak, and she wasn't just about to feign it just because he was a 'hero.' She hated people who did that.

She contradicted herself.

Her legs shook, and she stumbled, grabbing onto the Batman. His eyes showed amusement, though his mouth stayed in the straight, serious line.

He picked her up, bridal style, and raced her out of the alleyway.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions from the alley beside went off, and about twenty seconds later, bombs in the alley they were running from exploded.

Batman ran even faster, Mia securely in his arms. The building above, a storey of it, fell, scattering objects everywhere.

"He wants to play with you. Does this building have anything to do with you?"

"He must know about my chats with Commissioner Gordan." The Batman rasped out, irritated.

She heard distant footsteps, and wasn't at all surprised when people were suddenly surrounding them.

"See I told you, Gordan, you shouldn't have your station near these alleyways!"

"Why is this MY problem? I wasn't the one to build it here, you fucking idiot!"

A young woman appeared beside them.

"I'm Rachel Dawes…what happened?" she asked. Mia watched the distraught woman, and watched as her eyes rested on the Batman. An emotion Mia couldn't quite comprehend crossed over the older woman's face.

"She spoke to the Joker," Batman growled out, setting Mia down. He put an arm around her waist, steadying her.

"I'm sorry; I'm not usually this weak." Rachel flashed her a kind smile.

"I understand, so you spoke to the Joker? How are you still alive?"

"He wasn't there when I arrived," Batman put in, his intense eyes on hers, making Mia feel small, especially in comparison to him. She placed her hand into her dirty coat, and pulled out the smeared bloodstained card.

She gave it to Rachel, and Rachel read it, horrified, before handing it over to Batman.

He flipped it over.

"I'm a man of my word," he quoted, looking back at Mia deeply, before throwing it to her. As she caught it, the flashback of what had just occurred hit her, and she understood it a whole better.

"Well, this wasn't part of my plan, but much better, and every hero loves a damsel in distress."

"I do hate rapists. Who says they are going to rape you? Batman is on his way!"

"Just because I didn't kill you, doesn't mean I have to save you."

She had accused him of contradicting himself. And the one time he had, he wasn't here to hear it.

I'm a man of my word…

He really hadn't meant to kill her. If Batman hadn't come, the warning explosions would've gone off, scaring the man and giving Mia just enough time to run away.

She wouldn't tell that the Joker had done something good. It would give reason for people to fear him less, and she knew that would piss him off.

See you soon…

I'm a man of my word…

He'd contradicted himself, by being a man of his word.

"Mia? Are you okay? You'll be safe; we'll put you in protective custody." Rachel was the one to ask, but it was the Batman was watching her closely. Mia's fingers curled over the card.

"I was a decoy."

"Well now you're more," Batman rasped out. Mia looked at Rachel, to meet her gaze, before she looked back to the Batman only to see thin air as his substitute. Mia looked at Rachel in alarm.

"Yeah, he does that." A new voice said, causing Mia to jump.

"Jim Gordan…And I would take you in for questiong, but it seems…" he trailed off, gesturing to the building. Sirens were now blaring in the distance, while people were piling out the building.

"I suggest you go home but I'll need your name, address and number for questiong about the Joker."

She started to walk off.


"I was just a decoy, that's all you need to know."

"Miss, I can't…" Jim sighed, knowing she wasn't going to budge. He could easily get the information on her if he truly needed it.

"We need her." Rachel murmured to him as they watched the retreating girl.

"At least let me give you a lift home!"

Mia turned back and laughed.

"What's worse that could happen? Some guy already forced himself on me, the Joker came, a group of drunk guys and a rescue from Batman with explosions…yep, I think I'm prepared for whatever small thing to happen now." She laughed bitterly, leaving Jim and Rachel open mouthed.

While Mia walked, she thought.

He'd got to send a message to Batman, killed and met someone new who amused him. Was she his new toy?

Yes, she was more than just a decoy. But how much more, she'd have to wait till his next visit to be answered, and until he actually visited, he was a man of his word, after all, would determine whether or not she actually wanted him to visit.


A/N: Hey guys. If you want me to continue this, then feel free to ask, because it kind of does leave it, uh, unfinished. If you're wondering why Gordan and Rachel or anyone else didn't hear, it was because their actual office is way above the ground and they were questioning people. I hope you liked it, and yeah, just review. . . It's one of my first attempts at the Joker so be nice.