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.**


18. What a Dilemma

I stood up, getting ready to protect my father, and then HE was there. 

I backed away, seeing the evil intent in his eyes. Suddenly, that was scaring me much more than anything ever had before in my life. 

Batsy was geared head-on looking past me and at my father with anger. "Joker! Stop this madness! I cannot allow you to harm her any more!"

"And why's that, Batsy?"

I sucked in a breath and held it. This was going to either be a terrible fight, a painful confession--painful for me--or a coverup that Robin would blow for us. 

"I will not stand by and watch on as you abuse my girl!" 

Daddy froze. 

I stiffened. 

He turned ever so slowly towards me. 

I backed away. 

"Your girl, eh, Bats?" Daddy drawled, stepping closer and closer to me. 

I refused to flinch or do anything as he started to walk around me. 

Bruce glared on and moved swiftly to my side. Or, tried to anyways. 

Daddy shoved the sharp edge of his blade to the side of my throat. "His girl? Love, why would the Bat say such a thing?" He whispered to me. 

I steadied my breathing, calming my racing pulse. "Because, Daddy. Can't you see? He's fallen in love with me." I giggled. 

Daddy stopped and looked between the two of us. "And you've fallen for him." He stated. 

I breathed in sharply. "Ummm..." I started. 

And then he cut my neck. Sliced cleanly and deeply into my neck. And then Batsy was upon us, defending me. Odd, I know. 

But he was the love of my life. 

The wind beneath my wings. 

The Man to my Bat. 

True love. 

That's who he is. 

That's what I am capable of having. A great family. A son my age. A goddaughter/daughter-in-law-to-be my age. A husband. And love. 

My gang will follow me anywhere. My sisters love me. Just the way that I am. 

But I'd be in mortal danger everyday that I stayed in my original form. I'd have to shift. All the time. 

I made my decision just then. 

And I may regret it for the rest of my natural life. 

And then again, it may have been the best choice for me. 




What a dilemma. 

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