Redemption: A Batman Fanfiction

(Takes place 15 years after the events of Arkham City)
Fourteen-year-old Jess Ter Quinn Niche is leading a double life, carrying on the crime reign of her parents and saving Gotham citizens from muggings and robberies. Lately, however, she has been getting anonymous tips from some person called "K"...


3. Jess's Story- Entry Two

**3:10 AM**

Quietly, Jess stepped into the long-abandoned Arkham Asylum – her self-proclaimed base, and the place where she had been born – and traded the Blackbird costume for a green-and-purple striped nightgown. She tied her unruly blond hair into pigtails and began the dash home.

Her mother pretty much would let her do what she wanted, provided she was asleep by 3:30 in the morning when she checked.

It was 3:10 in the morning. It took ten minutes to run home. She'd make it.

Jess put the Blackbird costume into a cardboard box and kicked it into a corner. Quickly, she began the sprint from Arkham to home.

Finally, she reached a small yellow house. She pulled out a stool from under a tarp and placed it under a closed window. She fell into a small, drafty bedroom, landing on a red-and-black quilt covering a bed.

She looked around the room. Three walls were painted purple or green, and there was very little furniture. She had painted a mural of the skyline of Gotham on the western wall long ago. The door was firmly shut. No sign that her mother had been there yet. For that, she was thankful.

Quickly, she pulled out a washcloth and dumped a little bit of her glass of water on it. She cleaned off her face and hands as a precautionary measure. Her mother could not know about Blackbird. She had worked so hard to prove that she was a worthy heir to her family's crime kingdom, and did not need a little bit of leftover dirt to kill her mother's pride in her.

Jess looked in a mirror and, satisfied, she burrowed under the quilt and pretended to be asleep, falling into regular breathing just in time.

Harley Quinn opened her daughter's bedroom door, causing a line of light to hit the 'sleeping' girl.

Relieved that her daughter was home safe, Harley closed the door and sighed.

She looked back on her pregnancy with Jess as the worst time of her life. Her Puddin' had died before she'd gotten a chance to tell him, and multiple times after his death she'd have to force herself to calm down so she wouldn't lose Jess from stress levels. Her best friend, Poison Ivy, had been furious when she'd decided to keep her baby, but good ol' Red had decided to help anyway. All the bad publicity after she was born . . . the memories still made the high-spirited harlequin shudder.

For the most part, the last fourteen years had been worth the struggle, but something in her only child had changed recently. She used to be very open and brutally honest with Harley, but with the beginning of her freshman year brought a new side to Jess. She was more secretive. She developed anorexia, and cried a lot. She suspected Jess was being bullied or something of the sort, but decided that Jess would tell her when she was ready. This was true, but not the only reason Jess became secretive and withdrawn.

Harley would never suspect that Jess had turned into an anti-hero instead of a full-on villain. She was a lot like her father, and if there was one thing Puddin' hated, it was do-gooders.

As she walked away, Jess was laying in bed, listening to the footsteps disappear. At this hour of night, she would often wonder what her father would say about her. Something positive about her criminal side, maybe, but he would certainly not approve of her Blackbird side.

Jess shook her head, trying to force her brain to shut up and let her sleep. Eventually, the girl drifted into a restless slumber.

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