Redemption: A Batman Fanfiction

(Takes place 15 years after the events of Arkham City)
Fourteen-year-old Jess Ter Quinn Niche is leading a double life, carrying on the crime reign of her parents and saving Gotham citizens from muggings and robberies. Lately, however, she has been getting anonymous tips from some person called "K"...


5. Jess's Story- Entry Three

**7:45 AM**

"Wake up, Jess! Ya might have been expelled but ya still need to get up in the mornin'!" Harley announced, pounding on her daughter's closed door.

Jess groaned as her eyes slowly peeled open. She sat up with a yawn, rubbing her eyelids. Yet another dreamless night had been resolved, and it was time for her to be the villain.

"Jessica Theresa Quinzel Nicholson!" her mother yelled, ditching the Brooklyn accent - a sure sign she was getting annoyed.

"I'm getting up, Mom!" Jess snapped. She loved her mother, but after only four hours of sleep, her fragile brain couldn't handle the yelling.

She whipped the quilt off and swung her feet onto the cool ground. She stumbled over to a comb and forced it through her distressed pigtails, then traded her nightgown for a purple tube top, half-purple-half-green denim shorts, and a purple coat with green trim. Apply green lipstick, and she was ready for the day.

"Morning, Mom." she greeted, giving Harley a hug.

The hug was returned. "Mornin', sweetie. Want some breakfast?"

"No, thanks."

Harley sighed, rolling her eyes. "Of course ya don't, hon'."

"I'll be home by curfew." she announced, pulling a red bag over her shoulder. It didn't look like it, but it was stuffed with explosives.

"Ya gonna blow up some stuff today? I hope ya targetin' B-Man . . ."

"Batman? Mom, I'm not that crazy. Not yet, anyway." Jess replied, waving goodbye as she dashed out the door.

******************3:30 AM******************

Harley yawned. She'd have to check on Jess before she went to bed. She had no idea that Jess, or rather, Blackbird was actually stopping a robbery on Oak Road, and she had no idea the danger she'd be putting herself in by leaving home that night.

So when she opened the bedroom door, expecting to see the small, skinny girl fast asleep and safe, she was unpleasantly surprised to see an empty bed and no note.

"Jess?" she called into the room, hoping it was just a joke, that her daughter wanted to scare her by pretending not to be home. If that was the case, it was working.

"Jessica?" Harley called again, using the full name she knew her daughter hated. When she was little, Harley would call her Jessica and it would irk her enough to drive her out of the washing machine or whatever hiding place she'd managed to squeeze herself into.

There was, of course, no answer.

Harley pulled out her cell phone and attempted to call her daughter, who she only let out on the condition she brought the phone that had taken years to save up for with her.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hi, sorry, wrong number! If, on the off chance, you were trying to reach me, Jester - hi, Mom - then please leave a message and I'll try to get back to you ASAP . . . even the telemarketers, who I'll kill. Thanks a mil! Mwah!"

The answering machine. Now Harley was worried. Jess was so attached to the phone that she slept with it. There was no way she'd willingly miss a call.

In a panic, Harley grabbed the last bag of Joker toxin and laughing gas that Mistah J left her and ran out the door and into the streets of Gotham, dead set on finding her daughter.

Little did she know that she was being watched.

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