A/N: Alright, so this is my first ever Joker/OC story. The first few chapters will be heavy with flashbacks, which will be marked in italics. I obviously don't own Batman, I only own Sari and her family. The chapters should get longer as this goes along. Drop a review, add to your favorites and alerts, just something to let me know you enjoyed it.

Jack Napier sat alone in Gotham Park, drifting lazily on a swing. The six-year old was alone because his daddy had come home with more of the pretty glass bottles filled with the dark liquid that daddy drank like milk. Not to mention that Mommy had gotten new little bags filled with more white powder. Little Jack didn't know what they were, but he knew he usually got hurt when they were present, hence being alone at the swing-set in too short shorts and a tattered, baggy t-shirt.

"Um, excuse me?" Jack's head snapped up, his wavy, dark blonde hair bouncing. A girl around his age stood in front of him, wearing a sky blue dress tied with a dark blue bow around the middle. "Do you mind if I swing next to you?" Jack shook his head, watching the girl as a tiny hand appeared to dust off the seat before she sat down. Her legs were clad in white stockings with blue bows at the top and she wore matching blue Mary Janes. What captivated him most, though, was her hair. It reminded him of nighttime the way the dark locks curled around her pretty, pale face, like the night sky hugged the moon. Her eyes were the twinkling silver stars, shining so bright, he was sure he could make a wish.

"What's your name?" Jack blurted out without thinking, his cheeks immediately flushing with color.

She smiled kindly at him, giggling softly. "Sari Ramey. What's your name?"

"Jack Napier," he answered, unable to keep the grin off of his face. The kids at school always picked on him for his raggedy clothes. This was different though. Someone was being nice to him.

Sari looked at him, her grin growing slightly bigger. "D'you wanna be friends, Jack?"

Jack nodded, his grin growing so wide he was sure it would split his face. "Yes."

The Joker sat straight up in bed, growling as he remembered the dream-slash-memory. That had been so long ago. What was the point of remembering? Feelings, emotions, attachments….. Why did they matter? All they ever did was drag you down.

Well, if you really feel that way, a little voice in his head that sounded annoyingly like Jack spoke up, then why do you still have it? The Joker closed his eyes, his fingers running over the silver Figaro chain that hung around his neck, a fingertip brushing over the four letters engraved into one of the links. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to find her. He had, he really had. But when your daddy has money, like hers did, it was easy to keep her hidden.

Shaking his head, he jumped up and started getting dressed. Bruce Wayne had just hired a new female to his work staff and what better way to greet her than with the story of his scars?