Pale blue eyes (Heath Ledger Joker x OC)

Chapter 1

Just a quick disclaimer*
This is my first fanfiction ever written and english isn't my first language so please don't be to harsh on me 😅
Hope you enjoy the story thought ❤❤❤
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The lights of the pink and blue neons shined on my head as I stood outside nightclub smoking cigarette and getting lost in the sounds of the city. I had to get out for at least a few minutes because loud music started giving me a headache. Few people around me probably had the same idea, they were quiet and they stared blankly at the cars that passed us every few minutes. The times weren't good for middle-class citizens like me, I was well educated yet I barely had any money to get by working as a doctor also the crime rate was so high that it probably wasn't safe for me to step out of house yet here I was outside of the club without my friends that probably had fun inside without me, drinking. I shook when I felt a hand lightly tap my shoulder, I turned around and I saw a man, he tried to hide his face by hanging his head low and having hoodie over it.

,,How much for uh... an hour?" He asked I looked at him in disgust.

,,I'm not a whore" I said as I took another puff of my cigarette. He looked up at me, thanks to the colorful lights that shined lightly on half of his face I saw the scars that came right from his lips to half of his cheeks. There was something uncanny about it that made me somewhat scared. Silenced filled the air, but in a few seconds it was cut by him asking another question.

,,Ehhh... then what would you say about a drink? I've had a long day" he laughed and I let some smoke out of my mouth in an irritated manner. The guy seemed desperate for some woman company and it was getting on my nerves, but I knew that there was no escape from creeps like this, so I dropped my halfway smoked cig and stomped on it with the heel of my white shoe.

,,Alright, hope you don't mind that I'm with my friends" he looked as if he had a moment of doubt, but after mumbling some quiet nonsense he asked me to lead the way. There was something really strange about the way he talked. It was as if he was excited all the time, but there was also a hint of melancholy to it. It surely wasn't the voice of a person who was completely alright in the head.

He followed me all the way to the table with my already wasted friends, when I came back they were so high that they barely noticed us expect for Sam who works at the Gotham police department. The mysterious stranger eyed all of them in an unknown curiosity, but as soon it appeared it was gone. He sat down comfortably and looked at me with a mischievous grin as If he was waiting for me to do something so I just stared at him back. Sitting next to him I smelt gunpowder and gasoline. Weirdly our eye contact didn't feel as weird as it might seem, maybe it was due to loud music, amount of alcohol I consumed or something else that was simply unexplainable.

,,Um I get us something to drink" He said with his voice slightly quivering, I silently nodded as if my quiet ok wouldn't be heard anyway in this environment. When he stood up, Sam exchanged a quiet glance with me. When he got to the Bar, Sam raised a beer to his mouth and then looked straight at me and said.

,,You shouldn't hang with guys like this, especially at times like this" he kept looking at the hooded men while sipping on his beer. He was meant to say more, but Rachael energetically joined the conversation playfully pushing Sam on the shoulder.

,,Oh shut up Sam, we all know that you have a crush on Michelle and you're just jealous of that poor fella" she pointed at men at the bar and drunkenly laughed along with Diana. Sam pried his eyes away from me as he tried to hide his reddening cheeks by the locks of his chocolate brown hair. Meanwhile, I just stared at them wondering if I should tell them the entire story, but I ended up being silent as I saw the man approaching our table with 2 colorful drinks held in both of his hands. He put one in front me and as he starred at his multicolored drink, I saw that his eyes were, in fact, color brown. They got dark as he got lost in his thoughts, but soon enough they lightened when he heard my question.