Disclaimer: I don't own the Batman trilogy or any of the characters besides my lovely OC Izzy. Unfortunately Batman is owned by the company DC. 

Izzy's POV

I get off of my messily made old and creaky bed, walking slowly towards my bathroom. I squint as the bright florescent light of the old and rundown bathroom greets my tired eyes. I slowly slink towards the broken mirror seeing my ice blue eyes staring intently back at me, my dirty untidy blonde hair sticking to my sweat covered forehead and my blue streaks looking darker in this state. I turn the tap on, bone chilling water flowing in a gentle stream into my cupped hands, splashes going over onto the cracked, dirty tile floors.

I splash my face with the water instantly waking me up more and making my face become numb from the cold. I turn the tap off and grab my towel and pat my face dry. Once that's done I step into the dirty old shower turning the water on. Ice cold water splashes against my skin and I step back to stop the water from going on my body until I turn the hot water on. I step under the showerhead and feel the warm water fall over my head and run down my smooth skin. Grabbing my mango and maple shampoo I pour the translucent liquid into my hand and lather it all over my scalp.

Once the shampoo begins to foam I have fun with making silly hairstyles. I rinse the shampoo out and see the foamy water run down the mouldy, rusted drain. Grabbing my conditioner I pour the liquid onto my hand and rub it between my hands before lathering it on the ends of my hair and rub it through my hair. Rinsing again before turning the water off and open the fogged, water droplet, covered shower glass screen. I grab my once white bath towel and wrap it around my body securing it tightly.

I rub my right hand over the middle of the mirror wincing every once and a while when my hand connects with a raised crack. Once the middle is cleared the same person is starring back at me only this time her hair is a brown colour, heavy and drenched with water. I sigh and grab my hairdryer out before turning it to high and quickly blow drying my hair. I dance and sing while doing so using my brush as a microphone when I'm not brushing out the knots. After blow-drying my hair it sits in neat loose curls down my back, with the bangs framing my face.

^^^Izzy's Outfit^^^

I go over to my wardrobe and look for some clothes to wear for today, I go with my faded American flag crop top, my dark denim shorts, my light wash cropped denim jacket. I also grab my light brown leather ankle boots that have a solid heel. I put my clothes on and find my plaited leather bracelet and my infinity leather bracelet that I put on my left arm. I also grab my blue mirror aviator sunglasses off my bedside table and slip them on. I walk out of my room and slide down the staircase railing and hop off before the end walking out the front door with a preppy step and towards town.

As I'm walking around looking at shop windows I see some scattered newspapers on the ground. I flip the pages to see the cover.

"IS GOTHAM REALLY SAFE FROM JOKER AND HIS GOONS"

It says that the Joker was put in Arkham Asylum. I flip more pages through and see the article about "The Batman" I instantly begin reading. I continue on walking down the streets. As I pass a dark alley I hear coughing and the rolling of beer bottles. I peek in and see an older looking man with gloves on leaning huddled against the brick wall. I cautiously walk towards him "are you alright?" he looks up at me startled. 

"Y-Yeah." I get a 20 note out my pocket and give it to him. 

"Here" he looks at it in shock 

"T-Thank you." I walk away, as I'm about to cross the street four police cars with the sirens on go speeding down the street.

Missing me by mere millimetres, I walk into one of the bars and sit in a booth having the t.v facing me. "We interrupt - interrupt this broadcasting-ing-ing. The Jo-Joker has been broken out of the Arkham Asylum, accompanied-dd by his female accomplish ex-Arkham Physiatrist Harleen Quinzel now kn-known as Harley Quinn-nn..." *Static* the t.v screen goes black. As I'm about to turn the t.v back on gunshots are fired outside and then aimed at the windows in the bar, the sound of shattering glass and screams is all around me. I'm showered with broken glass, I feel a piece of glass cut my cheek.

I drop to floor and hide under the table in the booth. A maniacal laughter breaks through the customers screams "haaaa, hell-oooh." I'm frozen with fear under the table as I hear the voice of the Joker. 

"Pudin what're we doing here?" the distinct voice of Harley Quinn. I begin to crawl backwards and try and hide in the shadows. I see two sets of feet walking up the area where I'm hidden, the heels get closer and stop where I am, then do a weird jump thing and continue on. I let out a quiet shaky breath. But before I can celebrate the other pair of feet stop right in front I see the shadow of the body shrinking as the body squats down to my level.

I close my eyes hoping to not be seen, but of course my silent prayers are not answered. I slowly open my eyes. I'm greeted with the crazy face covered in white paint, with black rings around the eyes and an elongated smile of red lipstick coating his unmistakeable scars. It's the Joker. I hold back my scream but I'm trembling with fear "hell-oooh, you're just, ah, gor-ge-ous aren't  ya?" I can feel my body tremble and the Joker's grin stretches even more. His gloved hand comes under the table and latches onto my arm dragging me out.

My mind begins to process what is going on, I begin to thrash and scream "let go of me! Let go." While my fist make contact with flesh and clothes. The Joker lets an irritated sigh escape his lips, his other gloved hand holds my jaw tightly forcing me to look at his face 

"Why don't you, ah just shut it." Harley Quinn comes over to where the Joker has me 

"Ah Pudin why do we have to take her?" her lips turning into a pout, the Jokers eyes leave mine and slowly look to Harley. She stiffens and quickly gets something from the goons. Then his eyes come back to me 

"Are you, ah gonna be quiet now?" I quickly nod my head afraid of what he will do.

Harley zip ties my hands together and puts duct tap on my mouth. The Joker drags me out of the bar down the side walk to a dark alley way at the end of the street. In the darkness a black SUV is parked he pushes me in front of him and he shoves me into the tight grip of two goons to the side as he opens the back doors. The Joker grabs me again and goes to put me into the back when a shadow flies over us and his wide smile widens even more. If that was even possible. I see the Joker looking up at the air with a smile, his grip loosens, here's my chance. I twist in his arm and step on his foot with the heel of my boot.

He lets go of me with a shriek of pain and I make a run for it dodging his goons at every turn they jump out to reach me as I pass them. As I run, what used to be the shadow turns out to be Batman.

o0o End of chapter 1 o0o    

A/N: Hey all I hope you enjoyed the first chapter to this story and my OC Izzy so far, I hope you stay intrigued to continue reading. Please don't forget to vote, follow and comment.

Comment as why you think the Joker is so interested in Izzy, I would love to read your theories and ideas. And who knows, maybe some of them will be included in the story later on with a deidcation :)