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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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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11. Scaring People to Death, What FUN!

"Poi... Why didn't you kill them?" Pixie asked. 

I rolled my eyes. "Think, Pix! It's fine to use self defense, but I don't think we should try and kill them off on the first day if school! Also, no that I know who Cutie is, I'm closer to figuring out that hunk of Batman."

Pixie's face fell as we took our seats and I started to carve into my desk. One would think she has gotten as addicted to chaos, mayhem, and murder as I am! But! I just so happen to be more disappointed about not killing them. 

They deserved it, and I'd've loved to spill their life blood. Take away from them. Remove them from the gene pool. Teach them what they should know. 

"Poison?" A small meek voice said off in the distance. 

Take my blade, slowly drag it across their skin. Watch as the blood pools, dripping off the skin in torrents of liquid. Watch it cool, become sticky, dry, and cracked. 

"Poison Joker!"

Watch the life slowly ebb out of their eyes. As the eyes cloud over with acceptance of their inevitable death. 

"POISON ACE JOKER!!" A shrill voice screamed at me. 

I jumped out of my thoughts and slowly turned to where the voice came from. It was my teacher, Mrs. Mousseau. 

I walked to her steadily staring her in the eyes. "Yes?" I said tersely. 

She was nervous, wringing her hands, shuffling her feet, and poor eye contact with me. "Poison," she stammered out, "I'm going to have to ask you to...ummmm...p-put your uhhhh...knife away!" She squeaked out. 

I smirked at her, feeling extremely adventurous today. I looked down at my loving knife, and I decided to show it to her up close an personal! Hehehe!

"Don't you want to meet her though?" I asked, innocently with big doe eyes. "She loves to touch skin... See?" I pierced my own skin, drawing the elixir of life from my own body and pressing the thumb I cut to her cheek next to her lip and swiped it up to her eye, leaving my blood on her face. 

Then I pushed more blood out of my thumb and created an "X" with the new trail over the precious one. 

She was shaking now, completely enveloped by her fear. Tears were slowly falling down her face, clearing the blood in their paths. 

I glared at her. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?!" I hissed with malice. 

She stumbled backwards and fell on her bum. Tears were flooding out freely now. My blood was attacked with a force so strong it was being washed completely away. I could smell her fear and it was wonderfully intoxicating.

I could feel the rush her fear was giving me. The fear of bodily harm. The fear of never seeing family and loved ones again. The fear of everything that is about to happen to her.

A hand gripped my wrist and pulled me back just as I was running the blade against my lips and tongue licking my blood off in ecstasy. I whirled on the person, readying myself for a fight. 

"Ma'am, please refrain yourself from harming this teacher." An older man with a thick British accent said to me, holding my wrist carefully. 

I took my arm away slowly from him, staring at him criticizing him. He was built well for his age, strong, young skin, but his white and grey hair revealed his older age. 

"Alfred?" Dick said, walking away from his protection detail over Barbra to come speak to this man called "Alfred". 

"Yes, Master Richard , Master Bruce wanted me to bring you your homework and your transportation keys for your...extracurricular activities tonight."

"Of course, Alfred. Thank you, Alfred. Tell Dad I say thanks. Alfred, please you're like a grandfather to me! I keep telling you..." Dick said as he hugged the older man and retrieved his belongings. 

"I know, Dick. I'll see you when you get home." The man said an turned to leave. 

"Ahem!" I snapped, regaining their attentions. "Alfred, is it? Well, honey, you don't have the right to touch me!" I growled, twirling my knife in my hand, I disappeared and reappeared behind Alfred, one knife in his neck and the other on his hip, threatening to cut him. 

He stiffened and before I knew it he had retaliated and was advancing on me. 

I giggled, flipped onto a desk behind me and jumped into Bird--sorry, Dick's back and kissed his check slowly, trying Barbra's patience. He tried to move and escape, but I placed my knives on his neck and cheek. He stopped fighting against me. 

"Sweetie! Don't you wish your girlfriend was crazy like me?!" I sang then cackled demonically. 

"I... I..." He was stammering again. I seem to produce this reaction from him a lot. 

"NO! HE DOESN'T!!" 

Ohhhh!! Barbra joined in the party fun!!! Yippie!! Hahahaha!

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