Disclaimer: I do not own The Dark Knight
Chapter 1: My Life
The world is a mysterious place and I have never been able to figure it out. I'm not even sure that I really want to figure it out because that would require me to thrust myself into the dangers that Gotham has to offer and I don't really want to associate myself with types like Lau, Salvatore Maroni, or the Joker.
My name is Jennifer Dawes and my life has never been particularly easy for me to live. My older sister is Rachel Dawes and she has always been the perfect one in my parent's eyes and because of her my parents set the highest bars for me to jump over, but I've never been able to jump that high. Even though I probably should resent Rachel I don't because it just gives me all the more reason to not be like my sister.
Rachel and I look pretty much the same. We are both 5'9" and have brown hair, but she has blue eyes and I have green. There are some differences in our facial shape because her face is round and doll like while mine is more square and defined. Basically she reflects our mother more and I reflect our father more.
My sister has always gone for the men who belong to the highest parts of society, the upper crust if you will. I'm nothing like that, I go for the opposite. I go for the type of guy who hangs out in biker bars and probably sleeps with every skank on lower Broadway. I think it's because I'm afraid to get my heart truly broken by the perfect man so I go for a guy that I can say 'he was a jerk anyway' when the relationship goes down the shitter.
There is no simple way to sum up my life without going on some long diatribe so I simply won't. Once my sister was out of the house my parents moved me away from Gotham to the country so I spent my high school life with farm boys and girls who thought that showing anything above the knee was risqué. They said they were trying to broaden me so I could have the same sense of pride and class like my sister.
Eventually I came back to Gotham and went to college for a few years but that didn't turn out very well for me so I decided to just drop out and simply get a job. The only part of my day that gives me solace is when I get to go down to Wayne Enterprises and bury myself in a good long book. I'm Bruce Wayne's secretary and since he is hardly ever in his office I never have anything to do except sit back and enjoy a good read.
Today was just another day in the office and I was reclining back in my comfy chair with my feet on my desk reading Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. My heels were making a clicking sound because I can never keep my feet still so they were clacking together.
I heard the sound of long, sure strides as someone walked quickly along the marble floors. My head shot up as someone pushed my feet off of my desk and sat down on it. I rolled my eyes at Bruce's goofy grin and continued to read. My concentration didn't last long because he began to talk.
"So, you busy tonight?" I set my book down on my desk and looked at him for a moment. I took in his black Valentino suit, red tie, and perfectly white smile and wondered why Rachel would ever want to leave this man.
"Am I ever busy Bruce?"
"No, I guess not. You need to get yourself a life."
"Yeah, thanks. I'll just run down to Wal-Mart and grab one on my way home. Oh, hey do I get to charge it on the company credit card?" I loved the little games we played.
"On what grounds would I let you do that?"
"On the ground of you being an ass," I was probably the only person working at Wayne Enterprises that could talk to Bruce that way and get away with it. It was probably due to the fact that he's known me since I was born; literally.
"Ouch, you cut right to the core of me," He placed his hand over his heart and feigned being hurt and I just laughed at him. "No, but seriously, I'm hosting a charity event for Harvey Dent tonight and I want you to be there."
I raised my eyebrows at him, "Is it mandatory for me to attend?"
"As your boss I demand that you be there and you need to be Rachel's rock for the night."
"Why can't you be her rock? I hate parties with the rich and glamorous," I whined and began to spin around in my chair.
"I know you do, but it would really mean a lot to her. Plus I'll have to fire you if you don't go."
I stared at him for a moment and knew that he wouldn't fire me, but I decided to go anyway, "Fine."
"Great, see you tonight." He began to go down the hall but turned around, "Wait, here."
Something plastic landed on top of my desk and when I looked down it was the company credit card, "What's this for?"
"To get yourself a life," He smiled at me one last time and walked off to the elevator.
As I spun the little piece of plastic in my fingers I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to buy the best dress that I could find; probably as compensation for me actually going to the stupid event.
"Thanks Bruce," I whispered to no one in particular and when I glanced at the clock it was 4 o'clock and that meant that it was time for me to go.
I quickly turned off my laptop and packed it into my bag along with my book and started toward the elevator. As I was going down I slipped on my parka and started to plan out exactly what kind of dress that I wanted to buy. In the back of my mind I was only focused on the fact that that there was no possible way that Rachel could upstage me tonight.