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.***

**Disclaimer:
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.**

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8. Isn't This What All Teens Do?

When we left the FunHouse, Pixie, Thorn, and Angel immediately blindfolded me again and started to drag me (not dragging dragging, but dragging me enough to get me to move the way that they wanted me to.) And we were suddenly gone. 

I giggled when I heard the quiet humming of machines. And the smell of old grease and old salty sweat of workers. (Another one of our weird attributes. I can smell things lost people wouldn't even notice. Throughout my years, my father explained that most of my powers originated from my mother. And I don't even know who she was.) 

They decided to unceremoniously dump me on my bottom on the ground. But it backfired on them. Muahaha! I used my lightning fast reflexes to just twist my body and land gracefully...on my face. Thorn decided she was going to send a large thorn through my left shoulder. 

Then the blindfold was taken off and three rather irritated sisters of mine were staring me down, infuriated. 

"Why in the h-ll did you just stab your stupid thorn through my left shoulder?!" I demanded as I yanked it out. (I don't feel pain usually. And I tend to heal quickly as well. I feel like some lab experiment...)

They smirked at me as they watched my strangely normal coloured blood seep down my arm and onto the floor. Then they watched as the hole that was about an inch or two wide in circumference (after I yanked that stupid thorn out of my body) healed itself so my skin was as white, flawless, and creamy as it ever had been. 

"We wanted you to land uncomfortably. And that was plan b." she said with a shrug. 

"Brilliant. Bloody freaking brilliant." I growled as I got up and finally took in my surroundings. My jaw dropped in glee. "Noooo..."

Angel jumped up and down, excitedly. "YES!! I know right!?!"

Pixie started to giggle and then said, "Girls, parrrr-ttaaaayyyy!!"

Thorn just stood there and rolled her eyes.

But she didn't understand it the way we did. 

All she saw was preppy little brats that would come here and do their stupid little preppy bratty things. 

She saw what other girls would do. 

She saw the evil that was Hollister. 

And Abercrombie. 

And that last store with "Fitch" thrown on at the end. 

(The Crap is up with that? Yeah, I bet this is what they did: Guy #1: "How else can we suck money dry from today's self-absorbed, stupid youth?" Guy #2: "I KNOW! We throw on some guy's last name that works here! We'll have a WHOLE NOTHER STORE that those small minded children will be stupid enough to pay $150 for a pair of ripped jeans! And THEY'LL STILL GO SHOPPING AT OUR REGULAR STORE THE SAME DAY!!! " Guy #1: "DUDE! THATS FREAKING GENIUS! We should bring it to the BOSS!" ~later that day~ Big, scary, intimidating Boss Man: "OH EMM GEEE!!! TOTES! That's like the best idea EVAH! ~to Guy #2~ What's your last name?!" Guy #2: "Ummmm... Fitch, sir!" Big, scary, intimidating Boss Man: "THATS IT! ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH! It's PERFFF!!") **this also reflects the authors point of view on these listed stores. (Though, this does NOT mean that the author believes that today's youth is self-absorbed and stupid, especially because her royal awesomeness is apart of the aforementioned youth.) As well as stores following in the list as well as aforementioned stores.**

And Air Mail in French. 

And even more...like American Eagle. And Claire's. 

She didn't understand what all these stores meant to us three. She didn't understand what we could do. 

And she obviously didn't understand why Pixie and Angel thought that this is where I'd love to go to blow off that pent up steam from my...encounter with The Idiot. 

She just wanted to get out of here before the stench of Hell had attached itself permanently to her and us three. 

But, sadly--as I've pointed out repeatedly to her--Hell is us, Daddy, and Riddler. 

(He's a little dreamy to Angel... And by a little, I mean she stalks the living crap out of his butt.)

And thus, she didn't see the wonderful opportunity that has just been handed to us. Not only can we have a new wardrobe, but we can have fun! 

Why? You ask? 

Because, sweetheart, we're here! AT GOTHAM CITY MALL!!! 

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