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.**


14. Oddities At Work

I decided that showing my true identity was going to be the best move. Especially since this was Batsy and Bird Boy. 

I sighed, shifting forms. "You caught me, sweetie." 

Bruce stifled a growl, Dick wasn't so nonchalant about it. He growled loudly and was then upon me, trying to harm me. I moved around him easily. He was letting those evil things known as emotions run his body. He really shouldn't be doing that. Then he wasn't here anymore. I didn't mind at all though. 

Bruce, however just stood there a little bit dumbstruck, completely caught by surprise. "Poison." He said quietly. 

"Yes? I know this probably isn't how you wanted to meet up again, lover, but here I am. And you wouldn't have even known if my Daddy hadn't called and spilt the beans!"

"You need to go, now. I cannot keep the police off your track for long. And this is personal. You can't stay here for long. Go before they catch you, Miss Abbot."

I looked at him, a little bit shocked. He was going to lead the police on a wild goose chase? FOR ME?! What is going on here? 

And he said 'Miss Abbot' I don't know who he's talking about. Until I heard the voice on the television behind me say "And back to you, Julina Abbot". I turned quickly to see who she was. 

Blonde hair, blue eyes, plain looking, and she was wearing a blue skirt suit. I morphed into her immediately. Unsure why he was helping me. 

"Mr. Wayne! Are you alright sir? Your son just informed us that The Joker's daughter was here, threatening the two of you."

"No, Scott. She's long gone now. I was just soaking with Julina here."

"Oh, well. Okay." The lieutenant looked confused.

"Good bye." I said tersely. 

"Not even a kiss, lover?" He asked with a smirk, clearly mocking me. 

"And what makes you think I'd miss you?" 

"You did the last time."

"As I recall, Mr. Wayne, it was in fact you who kissed me. And without my permission."

"Is that so?" He asked. 

"Indeed it is."

"Well, you have a chance to make us even here."

"Maybe some other time." I growled, this was not amusing what-so-ever.

"Afraid of what your father might say if he knew his baby girl was spending time with the enemy?" He was taunting me, trying to make me take his bait. 

I turned around and started to walk away. "You aren't my enemy, you never were, Bruce." I said as I left, done with this stupid charade.

"Is that you talking?" He asked, putting a lot of emphasis on 'you', making sure I understood who he was talking to. 

I ignored him and kept on walking. 

He started to walk after me. But then Daddy Gordon called out to him and he was torn between me and Baby Bat. He chose what would make him look better. Her. 

I kept walking to the parking lot, then I vanished. 

I appeared at the first place I could think to go. And no, it wasn't home. In fact, it was the top of the building across from the Wayne Gotham City water tower. 

And then I decided on the water tower instead. 

It was colder up here, as it really should have been. And I liked it. It gave my mind clarity. 

But clarity doesn't always mean good things for me. For instance, I realized that Bruce's actions reflected more than what I wanted it to. 

And for another, I was conflicted. I liked the blasted attention that Brucey was giving me. That Batsy was giving me. I LIKED it...them...HIM! 


I screamed out into the night, a blood curdling scream of anger. Bats flew up into the air as I screamed. 

That only infuriated me more, and I killed a lot of them with my poison nails. 

"Well, aren't you just the angry one."

I whirled around and threw my knife at the voice, before I even knew what it was. "You've no bloody idea."

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