"this is taking"

'thinking'

Batman and its characters belong to belongs to DC comic. The girl however is mine.

She decided to take a walk, not wanting to stay in her small apartment. Today was hectic at work, customers complaining for everything and anything. She worked at a café in the central food court, that place was always crowed. She thought about quitting her job more than once, she hated dealing with people, but every time she went against it. She had to pay for her apartment and she had dropped out of college, she just couldn't keep up with the costs. Life was hard for the 19 year old struggling artist.

"At least it's peaceful" she had whispered

Smiling as a cold breeze hit her face and through her brown layered bob hair

After 30 minutes she arrived at the gotham central park. There was a majestic fountain in the middle of a large pound where the ducks were enjoying their night swim.

She made her way to one of the many unoccupied benches and just stared at the ducks. She began to ponder.

'what am I doing with my life? I going absolutely nowhere- just stuck in the same cycle.'

Sigh

' I haven't a plan or idea what I want to do. I want to be an artist, but what does that translate to? Hell, even I don't' know. How pathetic is that? To not know about what you love. Maybe taking my generals was a waste of time and money, god I need some real guidance, I'm so lost.'

Checking the time, 12:40 a.m., the girl began walking out of the park when her foot tripped and she fell.

"AH!" she look back

'what the hell did I trip over?'

In the dim lit park one would mistake what she saw to be a branch of sorts sticking from a near bush, but, branches didn't wear shoes...

Getting up to get a better look she noticed it wasn't a branch, it was indeed a leg, a scrawny looking one at that and it was surrounded by…hay?

"what the?"

Leering over the bush, she saw an unconscious man: lanky yet outrageously tall, pale skin, messy unkempt brown reddish hair and a rather large nose upon his features.

She was scared and didn't know what to do. She never found someone unconscious before and she just didn't want to leave him here. It was late and Gotham at night was terrifying even for the toughest of criminals. Only the insane walked these dark streets.

Walking toward the street she managed to hail a cab and placed the unconscious man in the car with the help of the driver, claiming he was a friend to had too much to drink when the driver asked. She was taking him home.

Had she looked only a little further she would have found a spray can with a pumpkin logo and the mask…of the Scarecrow.

A/N: sorry This is my first time writing a story so forgive me if it's somewhat deranged.

So yeah, just trying some things out. What will happen to the girl by bringing the scarecrow into her home? Maybe something interesting, maybe something tragic, maybe you'll just have to keep reading.