Disclaimer: I do not own Jared Leto's version of the Joker or anything involving the Batman verse but I own the other characters. For the most part Joker is extremely OOC but that's to show that even crazy has a softer side. Feel free to review. -Alaina's POV- If anyone asked her what Alaina thought of herself she would say she was normal. She went to work, she went to school and she went on dates with her boyfriend. She was a normal twenty- four year old woman. It was a Wednesday night when her life changed forever. She was in the back room of the small pizza joint where she worked, doing the dishes because the new woman the bosses hired was a lazy piece of shit that made up fake ailments to get herself out of doing the harder parts of the job. Ordinarily Alaina would be waitressing tonight, not that she liked that aspect of the job, but still. She was finishing up a huge saucepan when she heard a thud and a cackle from the dining area. Making her way to the front of the small business, drying her hands on her apron she looked towards the cook and silently asked what was going on. The elder cook shook his head and went back to making the the pizza he was working on, telling her to go find out for herself. She made her way to her boss, standing at the counter with a big C.I.A looking guy standing there. "Hey there. Is there something I can do for you?" Alaina asked, doing her best to keep her attitude in check. She had a long day and it was almost time to start clean up and head out for the night and she didn't really want to be there anymore. "Bring her here" a voice from the dining room said. Oh hell no. No one bosses her around...well except her bosses. Arching her brow at Mr. C.I.A she marched over to the tables, her head down, she was three seconds away from telling someone off...or having an anxiety attack...she wasn't sure yet. "My name is Alaina. Was there a problem with your food or did you create one?" She finally looked up at the voice and wanted to kick something. "Well fuck." she said out loud; sitting before her was the King of Crime, himself, The Joker. "Realized who I am; did ya?" he asked, green eyebrows raised. "Um..yep. Not that I really care." she replied, tossing her long dark brown braid over her shoulder so that she could play with the bleached tips. "So, since I'm already here is there a problem with your meal?" He looked impressed with the fact that she wasn't shaking in her sneakers and smiled. "Yes, there is. I ordered the Tortellini Alfredo and had one of my men try to see if it was made with egg as he and I are allergic..." "Say no more." she replied, holding her hand up to show that she understood. "Some people," she sent a glare to the obese man who was now sitting on a nearby bar stool. "believe that with egg is the only way to make it. But I know another way and would be more than...okay listen, it's been a fucking long day. I can make your food over." He stood, watching her closely. "Damn straight you will and I'm going to watch you to make sure that you don't fuck it up." She was getting irritated now; this man was being a pain in the ass. She leaned her weight onto her one hip and began to pin her hair to the back of her head with a few that she had hidden on her sleeve. "Honestly, you can shove that cane you don't need up your ass for all I care just don't get in the way of my art, clown boy." She turned to the bigger man. "Ralph. Go home, we got this." Joker had to laugh as he watched the man waddle out of the door and followed her. -Joker's POV- He watched her get her ingredients together with a soft smile on her face as she did it. "So wait...you were working in the back?" he asked. "Yep." "But you're usually a waitress?" he asked, leaning against the adjoining wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "We playing '20 questions' now?" she asked. "If that's what you want to call it." he said, giving her a trademark smirk. The cook let out a cackle behind her. "Shut it, dad." she said, smiling.
"You work with your dad?" he asked, confused.
"He's my work dad." she said, adding cheese to the heavy cream. "My real parents are dead. But yes, usually, I'm a waitress."
"So who taught you to cook?" Joker asked.
"He did." she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. Joker looked at the cook for the first time who smiled at him. God, why do they all smile here.
She held the spoon out to the Joker, who eyed it warily. "I didn't poison it, dickhead." She licked some of it to prove a point and held the rest out to him.
He took it from her, ignoring the spark he felt as he brushed her fingers and tried it. His eyes widened and he looked at her. "It's better than before."
"I know." Alaina said with a smirk as she mixed the pasta in. "See, what my boss says but fails to realize is that when you cook you can't move on autopilot. As a wise cook told me, if you can't do it from the heart...then don't do it. Now, go sit. I'm gonna serve you the rest of the meal." She grabbed the plate and a few slices of pizza.
"Who ordered that?" he asked, watching as she handed it to his men.
"No one." she looked at the men. "On me, guys."
She sat the plate where the Joker had been seated, clearing the other one away. "Enjoy."
She headed towards the back and as he began to eat, he heard Johnny say to her that he would pay for the pizza. "Don't worry about it, Hun, just enjoy it. Give a shout if I'm needed."