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.***

The author doesn't own any characters owned by the distinguished franchise(s) that do own characters. However, the original characters and story line do belong to the author. No money or profit will or is intended to be made on this story. Thank you.**


2. Harley Quinn's Big Mistake

The explosion shook everything, and I do mean everything. 

Harley Quinn was screaming about the indignity (wow, she knows a word that's more than four letters long!!) her pwcious wittle babies were being put twough. 

Batsy and Bird Boy were off flying in the air like monkeys. 

Daddy was grabbing me by the scruff of my collar, apparently afraid to loose me to the explosion. I've done this so many times that it doesn't even phase me. I just did an arial swing-jump and hauled myself onto the Flying Skateboard behind Daddy. 

"Hiya, Daddy!" I said cheerfully. 

"Hey Baby Girl." He growled. He must be annoyed with my flirtationing (yes it's a word!) with Batsy. And the fact that I'm here in order to help Daddy take over Gotham. 

The Idiot Twins were (unsuccessfully) being saved by their Idiot Mother. 

My team knew what to do. They fell back and went to my Daddy's place. Where I told them I'd be taken to in just a few more minutes. 

Arkam Asylum was now empty and ready for closing! I can't help but think that Daddy is proud of me. Hehehe! 

"Watch out, Harley Quinn! The Joker's girl is BACK IN TOWN!!" I called out behind me. 

Daddy was laughing so hard, he almost made us fall off his Skateboard! Which was incredibly odd. He usually has impeccable balance. Just like me. This was most definitely out of character for him. 

"See ya, Sugar!" I mimicked back at her. One of my many talents. 

"Daddy, did you miss me?!" I giggled. (Even though I'm the Crime Queen, I am still educated, and thus I use proper grammar and word choice.) 

Daddy's arm whisked around and grabbed me by my throat. (It didn't hurt, though. Daddy's pain tolerance was passed down to me.) And by such measures, he swung me around to stand in front of him looking at his smiling face. 

This was unusual. His eyes weren't supposed to be brown! His hands were not supposed to be smooth and his body shouldn't be as slim. I could tell that someone just stuffed on a suit to look like him. I let it go for now. 

"Of course I did! Who couldn't miss that beautiful face of yours?!" He said with enthusiasm that was even surprising for The Joker to have. 

I let my suspicions surface. He loves me, sure. I love him. He misses me all the time, sure (it's kind of why he needs to let steam off). But for him to be this happy? Odd. Extremely odd. 


"What, honey?" He said dangerously low. 

"Why are you so happy?"

"I finally get to kill you..." He growled. 

I back flipped and kicked him in his face. He wasn't Daddy. But, this was Daddy's Skateboard because I gave it to him for his birthday last month. The imposter let out a girly scream. 

I knew who it was even before I attacked. No wonder she seemed so afraid during the fight. And then Daddy disappeared from my sight for more than a minute. It had to be her doing. It was Her. Harley. Freaking. Quinn. 

"No, no, Sugar. Now I finally get to kill you!" I laughed happily. "I've been waiting for this moment for years!!" 

She screeched in annoyance. I took over control of the Skateboard. She looked at me in confusion.

"You shouldn't be able to work this!" 

I laughed in her face manically. "I got it for Daddy! I programmed it so it only works for me or him! The only reason it was working for you was because I was on it!" 

She paled. I turned the Skateboard around and went to go get Daddy. He was most certainly at Arkam still. It's a good thing that we weren't more than two minutes away. 

I saw him as soon as we were headed back. I saw him undressed, tied up, and angry. More angry than I've ever seen him. He was screaming profanity and his green hair (that's who I get the green part of my hair from. The blood red? My mother's death blood. He washed my hair in it when I was a baby.) was tousled and messed up. Not good. Not good for Harley at all.

We were almost there now. 

I became increasingly angry. So angry that I pulled out the two switch blades that Daddy gave me for my birthday two years ago and I turned on Harley. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her close to me. We were there. At Daddy's side. I jumped down and dragged the witch down with me, bumping her head on the ground a few--"accidental"--times.

"Now, now sweetheart," I said. That is actually a term I use. I learned it from Daddy. "You're going to die now. Slowly." 

I made an incision on her face by her lips and slowly worked my way up to her ear. Like father, like daughter. I didn't make it deep though, in fact, I made it quite shallow. I then did the same on the other side. This was like an art. A true art. 

I then went back and cut a little bit into her neck, drawing the sweet elixir of life from her body. 

I was about to finish the job when Daddy said, "Sweetheart. Don't kill her. Stop right now." 

I pouted. He was being serious. He gave me the Dad Look. I stopped, but kept my hand crushing her neck in on her. 

"Poison!" He snapped. "Why am I still tied up?!"

I flung the unused blade carelessly at him. It cut the cords without leaving a scratch on him. Just as I knew it would. 

"Good job, honey. Now, release your mother."

I tightened my grip on her throat. "This idiot is not my mother. Your WIFE was my mother. Don't ever call this cow my mother again!" I growled. 

Daddy stepped back. He knew he shouldn't have done that. "Honey, I'm sorry. It just slipped out." 

I wasn't having it. I didn't care if it "just slipped out" this idiot was NOT my mother. I punched her and knocked her out. 

"Happy, Daddy?" I said sarcastically. 

He gulped. 

I advanced on him. 

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" A unison cry was made by those Twitty Twins.

I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow at them. I ignored them, and continued on to Daddy. 

When I reached him, I jumped on him and tackled him to the floor. We were both laughing. 

"Why so serious?" I asked him. And that just made us laugh even harder.

"Welcome home, Poison!!" He called out as loud as he could. 

The Twitty Twins looked on in horror as we stood up together and hugged. When we turned around to look at the pitiful family, all of them gasped. Apparently, I look just like Daddy but as a girl. 

"Thank you, Daddy!" I called out just as loud. 

I swear, there was a disturbance in the city when I said that, I heard the rustling of capes, and then Batsy and Bird Boy came to join in the fun!! 

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