The Road To Insanity

Summary: A Batman The Dark Knight Fanatic seems to find herself in the dark and dangerous world of Gotham City and soon in the leather purple gloves of The Joker. Her journey down the road to insanity will be dark and terrifying as she is led by the owner of a twisted smile.

Warnings: this story will contain swearing, some possible graphic killing/murder scenes and maybe a future sex scene. This story is rated M for a reason if you are uncomfortable reading such things you can ether skip through them or not read this, so please do not send me messages if you dislike some thing you have read. It was your choice to read it.

A/N: Ok now that I have the warning out of the way, as you may have guessed this story is another one of those OC finds herself in the dark knight universe. However I will be having her get there in a way that I have yet seen in any of the other stories I have read, so please give this story a try. Also I do not own batman or any of the music I mention/use in this story; if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

The calming melody that was Emilie Autumn's Bach: Largo for Violin played from my phone as I woke slowly from a deep slumber. Unlike most, who had loud songs or noises as their alarm to wake them with a jolt, I preferred to use instrumental music as it allowed me to wake up calmly and without rush. Sitting up, I reached for my phone and switched the alarm off before getting up and walking downstairs to the bathroom.

After doing my morning routine and feeling fully awake, I returned to my room and turned on my IPod and put another Emilie Autumn song, this one a bit less calm. As Liar played through my speakers, I grabbed some clothes out of my wardrobe and threw them on. Just as I was going to return downstairs to make breakfast, my phone started to play my text alert.

The text read, "Hey we still going out today?"

The message was from my work friend. After grabbing my IPod and speakers, I text her back an affirmative as I made my way downstairs. Passing a mirror in my downstairs hallway, I took a moment to examine myself. I saw that my dyed purple hair still needed a good brushing and that I had forgotten to put in my coloured contact in my left dark emerald eye.

I generally didn't like to wear the contacts, but some people found my eyes a little uncomfortable to look at. While my left eye was an emerald green, my right was a light icy blue. I had a contact for each eye depending on whether I wanted to be viewed as having green eyes or blue.

Deciding to forgo the contact today, I continued my self inspection. I was a generally pale person, not really seeing why people were almost obsessed with tans. Looking at what I threw on this morning, I saw I had put on my dark blue tank top which had the words, "I never go into a battle of wits against an unarmed man," written in black lettering. On my lower half, I had pulled on my black boot cut jeans and a pair of striped red and black socks.

Shaking my head, I went to my kitchen and made a simple breakfast of cereal with a cup of tea as I never could stand coffee. After I was done and had rinsed my bowl and cup, I switched my IPod off as it was almost half way through God Help Me, another Emilie Autumn song, before running upstairs to brush my hair.

Once I was completely sorted and everything I would need – phone, keys, purse etc. – I pulled on my ankle boots and walked from my house to the shopping mall where I was meeting my friend. Almost as soon as I stepped through the doors of the mall, I was practically tackled in a hug by my friend.

"Hi, Kris," I said once I got my breathing regulated from the surprise attack.

"Hey, how has your morning been so far Lilith?" Kris asked after she had released me.

"Meh. Like every other morning when we don't have work," I answered as we started to walk towards the first shop of our day out, which happened to be a book shop. We spent a good amount of the morning in that one shop for we both enjoyed reading. It was normal when we both left with at least two bags each just filled with books.

Our next stop was Kris's decision and she had to drag me into the place. It was shop that sold mostly skirts, dresses, a few jeans and shorts here and there, as well as tops. I wasn't to fond of skirts, dresses or shorts as I didn't really like the way my legs looked. I also didn't like the fact that quite a few items were bright pink or of a pastel colour. But still, I help Kris chose clothing items and gave her my opinion on them whenever she would come out from a changing room.

Once Kris had bought what she wanted from the store, we decided it was time for lunch and walked down to the food court. They had an area where they sold Tai food and I made a beeline for it once we had entered the area. After getting my food, I began to look around for Kris. In the end, I found her sitting at a table already eating.

"Are we still going back to yours to watch The Dark Knight?" Kris asked before munching on a chip. I got an almost giddy look on my face when I thought about watching my favourite film. I am an absolute fanatic when it came to The Dark Knight or anything Batman really. However, out of the batman universe, the Joker was my favourite character. Many people wondered why a villain was my favourite, even Kris.

"Yeah, and thanks for reminding me. I want to get another Joker poster for my room while we are here," I told her before taking a bite of my Tai style caramel chicken.

Kris just shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips, and finished off her chips before looking me in the eyes. "I still don't see why you like him so much." She paused to take another bite of her meal before continuing. "I mean, he is the villain. Not to mention he's a clown. . . and I thought they scared you," She said as she picked up her burger for another bite.

"He's not a clown, he's a Joker," I explained to her while she mimed every word perfectly. I have told her this countless times that he was no clown, but I would find that she would still ask me the question.

After we had finished eating, we went to a few more clothing shops before going to F.Y.E., as they sold DVD's and posters. Walking over to the corner that held the posters, I saw one on display and I knew instantly that that was the one I wanted. It had the Joker standing in the middle of a road his back was facing towards me while his head was down a little, so all you could see was his greenish blond hair. His left arm was obviously held across his front as his left hand could be seen on the right holding a joker card. His right arm was held straight down at his side with a knife in his hand.

Checking the posters number, I searched till I found the group of tightly rolled up posters that were covered in plastic and had the same number placed on them. After taking the one I wanted, I began to make my way to the counter so I could pay. As I was checking out, I could see Kris walk outside to wait for me.

"Get what you wanted?" she asked as I exited the store. I nodded happily as we walked back to the entrance/exit of the mall. The whole time we walked back to the car, I was giggling and smiling, overly excited to get such a wonderful poster.

Once we arrived home, I asked Kris, "Why don't you get comfy in the living room while I put my stuff away," while making my way to the stairs.

Nodding, Kris walked into the living room and I could make out her flopping down onto the sofa. Smiling, I walked up the stairs and into my room, placing the bags that held my books by my small bookcase and the ones holding clothes into the wardrobe. I decided to wait to put up the Joker poster until later when Kris had gone home.

When I had returned to the living room, Kris had apparently already set up the DVD player as well as put in The Dark Knight DVD. Joining her on the sofa, I pressed the "Play" button on my DVD remote and got settled in a corner of the couch.

Throughout the movie, I would find myself quoting the Joker and performing similar motions. Kris, unsure of what to say to this, would only shake her head in response.

Once the film had ended, much to my displeasure, Kris said, "Stop pouting." I couldn't really help it. I always ended up pouting because the Joker doesn't win and is ship off to Arkham.

"But Joker should have won," I argued, glancing at her from the corner of my eye.

Kris just signed in response before getting up, saying that she had to get up early as she had early shift tomorrow. Nodding, I got up to unlock the door and say goodbye. Once she had left, I relocked the door and, after turning off both the DVD player and the TV, I went to my room to put up my new poster.

Grabbing a blue tack from my bedside table, I took the poster to the other end of my bed so it would sit opposite my first one, which was above my head. Pulling the plastic from the rolled up poster, I quickly unrolled it and tacked it up to the wall. I took a step back, far enough that my leg would make contact with the bed, to admire my work. I was merely checking to see if it was placed straight, but that wasn't the case.

"That's odd," I muttered to myself taking a closer look at was actually on the poster. It was pretty much the same as the one I had seen in the shop earlier, but there was a small difference. Instead of only seeing the back of his head, I could now see his right eye as he looked over his shoulder slightly. Shrugging a little, I began to think that perhaps I had been lucky to find a rare poster.

I felt a slight, cool breeze from behind brushing up against my back. Thinking I left the window up, I turned around to find that it was never opened. Feeling more than a little paranoid, I backed up, glancing around my bedroom with wide eyes. I continued to step back until I fell back where my wall and poster would have once stood.

It was all a blur until I fell lifelessly to a concrete walkway. I tried to think back a few minutes, but nothing seemed to add up. I looked around the lit up city, taking in all of my surroundings. I looked above me to find a clear, dark sky filled with stars. They hid behind the tall skyscrapers, twinkling lightly in the distance.

"What…the….hell?" I grumbled to myself as I sat up, still feeling the affects of the fall. I paused slightly to listen to the footsteps before making an attempt at getting back up to my feet.

A man, who I recognized instantly, stepped over to me, asking, "Are you alright, Miss?" When I didn't respond, he asked again and made sure to add, "I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Jim Gordon and I'm the Commissioner for Gotham PD."

A/N: well I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter please review and tell me what you think. Also if you are re-reading this chapter again this is the BETA version and I would like to thank my new BETA SecretsAreNoFun.