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.**


7. This is What Happens When Daddy Gets Angry (Or I Do)

"POISON ACE JOKER!!! What the H-LL were you THINKING?!" 

Daddy was angry. Very angry. I have never seen him this angry with me before. I was a little scared. I know from first hand what he could do. Because I can do it just as well. 


I stayed silent, figuring that the silence was better than talking. That and the silence would probably bring him around. Or I could let my tears fall. He hates making me cry. No, it's a sign of weakness! I knew I'd go on a rampage sooner or later if I opened my mouth now. 

"Oh, I can't stay mad at you! You're my precious baby girl!" Daddy said just as I turned my head away from him, showing the slightest bit of emotion that I could without actually turning into a blubbering mess of a girl. 

I felt terrible. Well, not that the Twitty Twins were left behind but.... I still felt bad. 

"But... But Puddin'! She killed our babies!!" Harley whined. 

"I would have killed you if someone hadn't ordered me to stop!" I growled at her. 

She glared at me impudently. So, I lunged at her and pinned her to the floor by her neck. "You'll do well to remember that I was here first. That he is MY Daddy. And that YOU are at MY mercy. Now, be quiet before I become angry."

"Poison..." Daddy sighed. 

She nodded under me, as well as she could. I let up on her and returned to my seat with an arial jump. Sitting up, she began to rub her neck and pout. 

"Turn that frown upside down!! You can't be upset when you're here with us!" I said with a cackle. My gang joined in with me. 

"What are they doing here though, Mistah J?" Harley asked. 

"Why, they're like my children! I helped raise them!! In a way..." Daddy giggled. 

"But I didn't know!" 

"There's a lot of things that you don't know about me, Harley. And even more things that you don't want to know about me." Daddy said darkly. 

Up till now, my gang had been silent as they watched me take my Daddy's punishment. But Thorn spoke up now. "'Mistah J'? 'Puddin'? What kind of sick and demented person would call your father that?! You don't mess with The Joker! Or his daughter!"

"You know, I could fix that..." Angel said as she conjured up some light (she made us--I don't know how--three all immune to her capabilities because she kept bringing light in when she slept or got enthusiastic about anything) in her right hand with a smirk. 

"Oooohhh! Sounds fun!" Pixie said, her fangs extending all the way. 

Thorn nodded her agreement and created two huge thorns from her arms. 

I smirked. But Daddy gave me the "Call-Off-Your-Blood-Hounds-Now-Or-Else-I'll-Make-You-Hug-Harley" Look. I don't know about you, but I do NOT want to hug that thing. 

"Down girls. We're not here to fight. Not anymore." I sighed. 

They pouted at me. I sent them a telepathic message saying what Daddy just conveyed to me. They nodded their understanding. 

"So, girls. Guess what you're going to do!" Harley said, hiding behind Daddy. 

"Harley..." Daddy growled. 

"Right... Umm... Puddin, you wanna tell em?"

"You're going to school."


"Poison...." Pixie said, looking at me then to my father. She saw me. 

And I was about to explode.

Literally. I was changing colours and forms, I was disappearing slightly then reappearing again. My hair was crackling and turning to fire. My nails had grown to the extent in order to use my Joker Venom Toxin. And my breath was Joker Gas. I was literally a ticking time bomb. This was not just because of the new news. It also had more to do with years of hatred for Harley and not being able to do anything right now. 

"Let her, she'll feel better in the end, Pixie Stix." Angel said, using our nickname for Pixie.

"Yeah. Plus, this'll be hilarious!" Thorn threw in. 

"You can't do this!" I growled out through clenched teeth in an effort to try and remain calm. 

"I'm your father. I can do as I please. And Harley made a great point when she came up with the idea."

Harley. Freaking. Quinn. That b-tch! I cannot believe this! He took her freaking word over mine! I'm going to kill her. Freaking kill her. And soon. I do not give a crap about what Daddy says. I'll do it when he's not looking or home. She'll be dead. Mark my words. She'll be long gone.

"Ummmm.... Pose... You should leave. Now." Pixie said firmly. 

I turned to look at her. I know exactly what my eyes looked like. I could feel the fire and burning in them. They had turned green. Joker Toxin green. And my temper had not even reached my boiling point.

"Girls..." Pixie said, being the next in line for the lead, she could form a solution. "Extract."

Thorn and Angel looked at me cautiously. They knew what I could do. Knew that they were not immune. And they still came at me. I barely put up a fight, too angry to care about fighting well. 

Soon, they had me tied down and were dragging me out. I was not amused. So, I decided to fight. Actually fight. I tore through everything and flipped away from them. I didn't want to hurt them. No, I want to hurt Harley. 

I flew at her, aiming for her face. Knowing I can at least scratch her with my nails and poison her. Daddy let me. He apparently thought that this was the best thing since reality television was created.

I managed to scratch her mask. Not her face. So, I breathed in her face and she contorted to little giggles. She was immune to the Gas! But this was highly concentrated! 

So, I breathed on her four more times. And it still had the same effect on her. I growled and stabbed her in the stomach. 

But my nails wouldn't go through. Either she had something on that refused to allow them through. And nothing, NOTHING was capable of that! Or she was.... 


I turned to the girls. They had seen everything. They knew, and they were shocked. And thus, they didn't stop me when I did what I did next. 

I turned to my father. Who I was now beginning to think of as my next kill. "You impregnated her again!"

He laughed. "Yes. Yes I did."

"You don't want me anymore. You're trying to replace me."

"No! No my dear! Do not think that way, my Poison! I only wished to have an army. And those girls were not it. They were weak, just as you showed me they were. You are my army. You and your sisters."

I stopped advancing, thinking bout this. It did make sense. But why would he want or need an army? He's THE JOKER! 

"If they were weak, why have another with her? This one may be worse."

"And it may be better."

"But I am your heir, your child, your daughter, your precious Poison, your centre of life, your everything. Why have another?!"

"Because I need the army to be more than just four girls."

"This has to do with my gender?!" I screeched incredulously. 


"You do realize that you RAISED ME TO BE A KILLER AND A FEMINIST!!" 

"Well... Ummm... I don't want to see you get hurt."

"You don't want to see me get hurt?!" 

"No. I do not."

This was strange. This was incredibly strange. He's been throwing me at the Justice League's sidekicks and head huanchos for years!! And now he doesn't want to see me get hurt?! I've been hurt many times. But now, NOW he wants to protect me from harm?! 

"Sit down. And I'll tell you a story."

I sat down. 

"Long ago, when you were a but a baby, I had to leave you alone. I had to leave you alone for a long time. And you were almost killed because of that. I had to go to Arkam to break out your mother. Instead, I ended up killing her, my own wife. And when I returned, you were almost dead. Something had come along and tried to eat you. I had to do something. Anything. So, I bathed you in your mother's blood. It saved you somehow. And gave you new powers. Powers I'm certain would have been yours, but not manifest until adolescence. I had almost killed myself in grief, believing I could not save you. And I don't know when I may have to see you like that ever again. You're going to school. You're going to leave this life behind. You're going to become a respectable person. You're going to become the opposite of me."

I sat there, stunned. He had just told me to do something that I've never wanted to hear or do in my life. 

"No.," I said, finally finding my voice. "No. I'm going to be your daughter. Someone you'd be proud of. Someone who is just like you. I love you Daddy, and I will not become one of those things. Yes, I'll go to school. But that is it. And I will still be Poison Joker. I don't care if you think I'm going to die. I won't. I know that. Don't worry about that, Daddy. Worry about who I'll kill next."

He smiled at me. He was happy again. "Of course, my Poisoned Apple! I will. I love you."

I was shocked. It had been years since I heard him say things so...sweet. I did the only thing my body would let me. I hugged him. "I love you too, Daddy."

"School starts tomorrow, girls. Bed. Now." Harley said. 

"No. We don't have to listen to Daddy's bimbo. We'll do as we like, thank you very much." I spat at her. 

She glared at me. 

"Just because I can't kill you with my powers right now doesn't mean that I can't hurt or kill you in different, more original ways."

She gulped. That's more like it. 

I got up from my seat on the floor next to Daddy. I kissed his cheek and left with that gang. "Bye, Daddy! We're gonna go have some fun!" 

"Just go to school tomorrow."

"Okay! No promises on us being 'exemplary' and 'wonderful' students!" 

"That's my girl."

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