Joker's Daughter

**Set during Bruce Wayne's time as The Batman** The telling of Joker's first daughter. The one he had with his ex-wife before he accidently killed her. Her name? Poison. Poison Joker. She is only eighteen and her father's dirty little secret. What will happen when she comes to visit Gotham? How will a certain Dark Knight react? And even better, how will her Daddy and his new family react? ***yellow due to some violence and gore scenes.***

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10. First Day of School

I walked...okay, I jumped, twirled, and cussed my way through the halls of the prestigious Gotham High School. 

The crowds parted for me, Thorn, Pixi Stix, and Angel. I was strutting down the hall, looking all dark and sinister while one of my earbuds was in my left ear, listening to Fall Out Boy. I started to cackle horrendously.

I got glares from other girls, and I just winked at them and hissed out, "Hiya, sweethearts! Why. So. Serious?!" 

They cowered and ran from me. 

As we made our way to our first hour, because we knew that Baby Bat would be there, we encountered some...not bad looking, but extremely stupid guys. 

One saddled up to me, out his arm around my shoulder and slowly inched his hand down to my chest area. I stopped walking, stiffening at his touch. 

Now, I should probably mention that I was wearing a dark green long sleeved top that had a very sensible, but rather roughly cut (because I cut it) scoop neck, a cute, ruffle purple skirt, and blood red knee high socks with black high heels shoes and that necklace and ring set I took yesterday. So, I didn't have the foggiest who he thought he was, touching me in that way. 

Before I could even turn to him slowly, scarily, eyes burning and nails itching to injure, my sisters were in front of me, creating a circle around me and the cretin. Pixie was reaching into her bodice for her pocket sized small .22 Smith and Weston. Thorn was already bristling and Angel was glowing. All were angry, sporting their own idiot teen boy on their shoulders. 

"Deal with your own." I hissed almost silently. The girls nodded, and as one, we attacked. 

I grabbed his arm, twisted my body away from him, let my switch blade in my right sleeve fall down, and pushed him up against a wall with the blade digging into his neck. 

"Who gave you permission to touch me?!" 

He gulped, which made it worse for him with the blade in his neck. But he refused to speak an answer.

"I do believe that I asked you a question! Or do you not know how to talk?!"

He shook his head slightly. "P..please... I'm so...so...rry."

I relaxed my grip on him, looking around quickly for less than ten seconds with one eye at my sisters. 

Pixie was holding the .22 under his jaw, pressing against his jugular. She was smirking triumphantly and had another gun pointing at his groin, with a laser clear as day shining there. I wasn't going to have to help her. 

Thorn was breaking out in thorns all over her body, pressing against the boy that touched her, thorns from her palm already drawing blood from his face and neck. Good here also. 

Angel was glowing with rage, eyes as white as mine were red. The boy's clothing was already smoking from the light. No need to help her either. 

I turned back to mine and cut him a little. 

"Never apologize. It's a sign of weakness." I recited from memory in a growl. 

He nodded vigorously, and I cut into him deeper. He stopped when he felt his blood run down his neck to his shirt and the pain from it. 

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Sweetheart, you probably should not have done that." I giggled and then cut him on the other side of his neck, drawing more blood. 

"Now, this is where the fun begins!"

He looked stricken. I vaguely heard the warning bell ring for us to know together to class. We were right outside the classroom, so I didn't care. I wouldn't have cared either way. 

But then, a gasp was made to my right. I turned slightly and saw Baby Bat in all her secret identity glory. 

"Hello, sweetheart. Remember me?" I giggled out. 

She automatically reached for her left arm, protecting her scar that could be plainly seen. The cheek that I broke last night was healing slowly, it was definitely going to scar her face. 

"Poison Joker..." She whispered, and she started to back away slowly. And then bumped into a cute boy that was walking up behind her. 

"Barb?" He said as he steadied her. 

"Dick... Look." She said, pointing at me with a strange look in her eyes. 

He looked at me and recognition was in his eyes. "YOU!" He stammered. And his stammering was identical to Bird Boy! 

"BIRD BOY!" I squealed out with a smile. 

He slightly faltered. "What? Do I look like a bird to you?!" 

I looked at my prisoner and took the butt of my switch blade and hit him hard on the head and knocked him out. 

"Pixie. Angel. Thorn." I said. At the sound of their names, they all looked to me, away from their own prisoners. They followed my example and knocked out their guys. 

I smirked as I turned back to Miss Gordon, who was now behind Bird Boy, who she called Dick. "Now, now, Baby Bat. You can't possibly think that I'm going to hurt you here in front of...." I stopped speaking to look around us. Nobody was there but us now. And the final bell rang. "Oh! Nobody! Well, well, well. Hehehe! But, I'm not going to hurt you or that cute thing of bird protecting you. No, these boys decided to touch things that did not belong to them. So, we taught them a lesson. If they do it again, I'll kill them all. I won't hesitate. This is your warning, BatGirl, Robin. I'll see you tonight, lover!" And with a kiss on his cheek, we left to go to class. 

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