Y/N is Mad Hatter. She is the most wanted female criminal in Gotham. Everyone believes the Mad Hatter is male for they are never caught, no one knows what they look like. Always leaving a mysterious note behind, making Joker want the Mad Hatter as a...
Shout out to Moons1610 for being the first to vote on my book and also Gabbikay33 for voting
-Y/N pov-
"Miss Wayne" a voice called through the door
"Hmm..." I mumbled
"Miss Wayne, it's time to get up. You don't want to be late on your first day of work" hearing it more clear it was, Alfred
"I'm up" I said, getting out of my comfy warm bed
I stood up walking to the closet, picking out a burgundy shirt with the word 'Geek' on it, and some high-waisted black shorts, some thigh-high themed leggings and some heel boots with spikes. I started applying some makeup, just as I was finishing applying some gloss over the lip color, knocking distributed my peace.
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"Y/N, hurry up you'll be late to work!"
"Stop nagging I'm ready" I shouted, opening the door
He looked me up and down with a frown, "Oh no you're not going dressed like that"
"Move, I'm going to be late" I said, grabbing my hat
"No!"
I pushed past him, "Get back here!!"
"Can't, don't want to be late on my first day" I laughed grabbing the keys to the red ferrari
-3rd pov-
It was like a any normal day in the streets of Gotham, you had just dashed out of the Manor going towards your new job. Yay! (sarcasm, definitely) the first day ever at Arkham Asylum, you picked up a coffee on the way. You didn't feel like going, you needed more sleep. But who knew that you would be at a new job because of your brother. So sleep was off your schedule on your day off. The good thing about that bar, is that the dancers hide their face with masks that go along with the costume they wear that night. If that rule didn't exist your brother would have found out that besides a waitress you were a dancer.
