"No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias." You're one of the last bespoke tailors in town, making suits and custom clothing for Gotham's elite. Business men and women, well known lawyers, the Wayne family, and... the Joker?
The life of the rich and famous. Decadent, prodigal, predictable... boring. Fancy parties are just part of your everyday life. Make an appearance, smile for the cameras. But you're tired of it. Then a very special guest makes his own appearance and changes your perspective. Short one shot, Ledger Joker x reader.
Gotham is certainly a lot worse than you expected. You figured "making it" would be easy once you got here, but making friends is already hard enough. Your job at Pogo's is rough. Your apartment is tiny. The streets are mean and the people are meaner. Except one guy. The same guy that comes to your job all the time...
Life in the 1800's wasnt glamorous for every women, at least not for you. Cooking, cleaning, nursing was all laid on the house wives shoulders, you being the daughter of one meant those duties were on you too. But all of that was about to change.