Okay, so I have decided to make a fanfic based on the character The Joker and an original character. There will be The Dark Knight spoilers, I will warn you of that before you can read the chapter. Hopefully this will get better as time progresses. Please keep in mind that this is the Heath Ledger Joker so I will play him more sinister and evil rather than Jack's Joker. RIP Heath Ledger.

Please R&R! I need feedback, really.

The city of Gotham. Dark and gloomy was in the past and now a new day stalks the future. Most people now are able to walk the streets with a little more confidence, without fear. The Batman and the new wave of justice is among the inhabitants. However, a new version of the criminal remains hidden in the shadows. He had been there before. He remembered the terror he had unleashed upon the citizens, how Batman almost revealed himself to help 'save' thousands.

The air was full of the piano playing the 'Fur Elise' written by Beethoven. However, it was coming from a young woman, barely twenty-two in age. She was seated in front of the piano, her dark colored hair pulled back into the tightest bun. She had on a beautiful sapphire colored dress that flattered her pale, porcelain-like skin. All eyes are on her and her eyes remained hidden by her lids. She let the power of her fingers do all of the impressing. Bruce Wayne stood in a group of wealthy men, sipping champagne and watching the young lady. He thought she was beautiful. He looked at her delicate features of her face. High cheekbones, thin groomed eyebrows, beautiful plump pink lips, thick eyelashes and a small nose. He thought to himself that she looked like a cross of Poison Ivy and Catwoman. The two femme fatals he had dealt with recently as his other self, Batman. However, there couldn't be any ill intentions coming from this young woman.

She finished the song and heard clapping echo across the room. She stood, smile with her lips closed, and bowed. A man walked forward, she knew him as John Gibson. Mr. Gibson has been her music teacher for almost fifteen years now. He thought her the piano, the violin, and the harp. John thought the three instruments were the ones in which a beautiful woman should know how to play. She had mastered them all. He began to lead her towards the group in which Bruce Wayne was standing in.

"May I have the pleasure to introduce to you, Lydia Valmont." He said bringing her forward to let everyone look and approve of his greatest achievement. Lydia said her 'hellos' and took the glass of champagne offered to her.

"Ms. Valmont, my name is Bruce Wayne. You were wonderful tonight, although I expect nothing better from John, I must say." Bruce said in a charming voice.

Lydia thanked him, her cheeks began to blush. She was performing at Mr. Wayne's event tonight. It is a charity designed to help raise money to help rebuild certain parts of Gotham that Catwoman destroyed as she battled it out with Batman. The room is filled with Gotham's wealthiest to dear friends of Wayne. Her eyes scanned through and she saw something from the window.

"Excuse me." She said to everyone. Bruce looked at her in an odd, yet curious way.

She made her way through the crowded room. Many bumped into her and many moved. Her eyes remained fixed on a certain window, across from the building. The moonlight had struck something causing a very bright glimmer. She was unaware of who or what it could be as she pressed her fingertips onto the glass. Her eyes squinted until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and turned, her eyes locking on to Bruce's.

"I didn't mean to scare you Ms. Valmont." "Please, call me Lydia." She replied back, a soft smile on her face.

The two began to walk back towards the previous group, talking. Lydia glanced back at the window once more, her dark blue eyes unknowingly meeting a pair of dark, almost black, colored orbs.

The Joker sat there, watching as she was performing at the piano. He was interested in her. Her movements, her looks, and her potential for madness. His drawn on smile was enough for him not to smile. He reached up to his scars on his cheeks and rubbed them ever so carefully. He licked his lips, a constant habit. He was making plans in his delicate and insane mind for her. For Lydia Valmont.

Review me please. Give me what you think needs to be worked on and what you think is good. Batman is not my territory as much as other things but I am a huge fan of The Joker! (Not mainly because of Heath but from the original movie as well. He is just pure evil and it's sexy D)