You were lied to. Plain and simple. You had wanted a new life, and so you inquired about a nice city to live in. And thus, you came to Gotham. At first, it was nice. You got a job as Secretary to Warden Sharp, which only required you to come to meetings and write everything down. Pretty easy, pretty safe. And then your ninth story apartment window is busted through by a man with green hair. Scratch that easy/safe thing.