You lived in Gotham City, one of the most dangerous cities in the whole country. You grew up there so you knew how to take care of yourself. You worked in a bar, needing to wear skimpy clothes as a waitress, most customers being rich men.

A man who was quite popular owned this bar. 'The Joker.' The infamous Joker, who Batman had always tried to catch. He was never there, though. Even when he came to check up on the bar, it'd just be for a quick moment. You've never actually seen or met him.

You sigh as you begin your next shift, taking a tray of drinks and delivering them to a table full of men. A man with bright green hair smiles at you. "Thank you, darling." He says.