How did she get herself into this mess? How could she be so fucking stupid? As a foster kid, the odds aren´t really in her favor anyway, and of course she had to do some shit to make it even worse!

Marceline looked around. The interrogation room was nearly empty, exept from the table she was currently sitting at. The wall to her left was covered by a large mirror.

"Probably one of those one way mirrors." she thought to herself. She had never been in an interrogation room before, the closest she had ever been to one was one those crime shows on tv.

Marceline jumped when the door flung open, startled by the sudden noise. A middled aged police officer walked over and sat on the chair on the opposite side of the table. The knot in Marcelines belly grew even bigger. The man looked like he had already made up his mind about her.

"So", he started, looking like he would rather be anywhere than in this interrogation room with her, "do you know why youre here?"

"Y-yes" marceline stammered, almost to nervous to speak.

"On march 2 2017 around 4:15 pm, your foster father, Harold Kingsley arrived at your home at 1522 McNurlin st after his workshift at the bank of Gotham. Is that correct?

"Yes"

"He then went upstairs to your bedroom to check if you had gotten home from Gotham high school. Is that correct?

"Yes"

"And when he entered the room, you attacked him and stabbed him in the neck with a pencil. Is that correct?

Marceline could feel herself grow cold, and her dark brown eyes widened. "What?! No!"

The officer slammed his hand on the table, making her jump once again. " .correct?"

"It wasn´t like that!" she groaned. "I was just trying to defend myself!"

The officer smirked, thinking that it would be easy to get an confession out of her.

She could tell what he thought about her. He thought that she was an ungrateful brat assaulting the man that had taken her in.

"Did he mention what he did after he entered my bedroom?" she asked the officer.

"No. But that really doesn´t matter. You still tried to kill him!"

"I did not" Marceline whispered, feeling tears burn behind her eyelids.

"You did. Why?" the officer sighed. This was going to take longer than he thought.

She knew that her reasons wouldn´t matter to him. If it was up to him, he would lock her up in juvie.

Marceline felt the frustration grow in her chest. He haden´t even been there! He didn´t see what really happened! How that disgusting slimeball started rubbing her all over. How he unbuckled his pants and told her to lay down on the bed. It wasn´t the first time, but this time she felt something inside of her snap. She couldn´t let him do it again. So when her foster father laid on top of her she took the pencil lying on her bedside table and shoved it into his neck. She wasn´t trying to kill him. She just wanted him to get off her.

She could still feel his hands burning on her skin, even though it had been hours since it happened. All Marceline could think of was getting a shower, getting to wash away him from her body. But instead, she was stuck in this fucking interrogation room with this asshole cop.

The police officer leaned back in his chair, pretending like he was interested in hearing her part.

"Very well, tell me what he ´did´ to you." he said, faking concern.

Marceline swallowed, thinking about if it was even worth telling him what really happened. He probably wouldn´t believe her anyway. But she realized it was her only chance of getting out of the situation she was currently in.

She opened her mouth to start talking when the door slammed opened and a man stormed in.

"Great", she thought "another one. Are they doing good cop, bad cop or something?"

Instead, she was surprised by how the officer currently interrogating her reacted. He immediatley stood up, the chair falling over from his sudden movement.

"Commissioner Gordon!" he loudly exclaimed.

Commissioner? Marceline took a closer look at the man. Most of his lower face was covered by a large moustache, and his greyish brown her was messy, like he had just stepped out of bed. He looked tired, the big bags under his eyes made it look like he hadn´t slept in days. But his brown eyes emitted kindness and warmth.

Comissioner Gordon walked straight up to the police officer in front of her.

"I will be taking over this investigation from now on, Hawkley" he told the officer, who was apparentley called Hawkes.

"B-But, commissioner Gordon! I have everything under control" officer Hawkes exlaimed, not willing to let Gordon take over HIS investigation. He knew the little brat was seconds away from confessing, and he did not want to miss out on that.

Gordon gave him a stern look "That wasn´t a request, that was an order. Please leave the room immediatley" Commissioner Gordon didn´t even have to raise his voice, the tone in his voice told her he wouldn´t accept any more protests. Hawkes realized he had lost and quickly left the room, giving Marceline one last dirty look before shutting the door behind him.

Commissioner gordon lifted the chair from the floor and sat down in front of Marceline. He looked at her with concerned eyes. Marceline was getting confused. What was going on? Why did the commissioner take over the interrogation?

"So," he said calmly "do you wanna tell me what happened?". There was nothing accusing in his voice. He made her feel comfortable, despite the very uncomfortable situation she was currently in.

Marceline opened her mouth, and started to tell him what had happened.

"Harold have been... doing things to me"

Marceline looked at comissioner Gordon, trying to tell if he believed her or not. She could not tell what he was thinking.

"Like what?" he asked her, his voice still very calm and reassuring.

Marceline could feel herself relax. She didn´t know if he believed her or not, but she could at least tell that he didn´t assume that she was lying.

"Like touching me, making me do things i didn´t want to." she mumbled. Marceline shivered when she thought of his sweaty hands grabbing her breasts, his hot breath on her neck. She didn´t want to think of that, simply the thought of him made her want to gag.

Marceline could see something change in commissioner Gordons eyes. She saw... pity. And anger. Marceline sighed in relief. He believed her.

Commissioner Gordon leaned over the table. His glasses gleamed in the light from the fluorescent lights. "Did he sexually assault you?" He asked her. His voice was still calm, but Marceline could hear a hint of coldness in it.

Marceline looked down on her hands, realizing she was trembling. She opened her mouth to answer, but couldn´t find the words to do so, so she simply nodded, tears starting to stream down her face.

"So, you stabbed him in self defense?" Gordon asked. Marceline nodded again.

Commissioner Gordon leaned back in his chair and sighed. "You will have to go through a medical exam to collect evidence of the sexual assault. We need evidence if we are going to charge him with sexual assault." He told her. Marceline simply nodded, thanking her lucky stars that he believed her. It had been a while since she felt confidence in someone. Most of the times, people just saw her as a problem. As an aggressive, ungrateful orphan. The feeling of someone actually listening to her was strange.

Commissioner Gordon stood up, and gestured to her to do the same. Marceline immediatley obeyed, ant stood up.

"You will have to wait in a cell while I make some calls to arrange for a doctor to do an exam on you." he informed her.

Marceline smiled weakly, feeling both relieved and terrified at the same time. She did not want to be locked in, but knew she had no choice. She would have to cooporate as much as possible not to give him any reason to question her story. Commissioner Gordon put his hand on her back, nudging her towards the door. She didnt hesitate, just simply walked with him towards the cell blocks.

Commissioner James Gordon sat down by the desk in his office. He couldn´t stop thinking about the poor girl. When he got her dna results he knew he had to take over the case himself. That was the only way for him to give batman free reign to investigate.

Gordon lit a cigarette. He knew it was against policy to smoke inside the police department, but at the moment he had more important things to think of than the possibility of the cleaning lady scolding him.

Gordon sighed. He was not looking forward to what was gonna come next. The girl needed protection, there was no question of that. The question was if that would be enough. She knew that when HE found out there was no stopping him. He would destroy everything in his path to get to her. It was only a matter of time.

Gordon caught a black silhouette in the corner of his eyes, abrupting his deep brooding. He turned his head and saw batman standing next to the tiny window in his office.

"You wanted to see me." Batman simply stated.

"Yes. I have something important to tell you." Gordon answered

Batman took a step forward. "What is it, Jim?"

Gordon grabbed a file from his desk, marked with the name Marceline N. He stretched his arm out towards batman who quickly grabbed the file. When he opened it he was med by the picture of a young girl. It was a photo from a school catalog, the girl smiling awkwardly, her dark red wavy hair over her left shoulder. Batman started to read.

Marceline Jaqueline Jeanette Napier, 16
Born june 22, 2001, Gotham general hospital
Mother: Jeannie Napier
Father: Unknown

Batman looked up at Jim.

"What has this got to do with me jim?" He asked.

Commissioner gordon looked more tired than ever. He rubbed his eyes, the wrinkles in his forehead growing deeper. Even though he didn´t show it, Batman felt worried about Gordon. He hadn´t seen him this troubled in since the last time the Joker escaped Arkham asylum seven months ago. Luckily, that time batman managed to catch him after only a few hours. He only managed to kill six people. But that was six too many.

Gordon once again looked up at the dark knight. "When we took her dna, we found a match in the system." he simply said.

"Who?"

Gordon didnt answer batman, he simply gestured to him to turn to the next page in the file he was currently holding. Batman did so, and started to read on the page. After about ten seconds, the dark knight felt the hairs on his neck rise, and he shivered, but not enough for Gordon to notice.

"Are you sure this is correct, Jim" batman asked, working hard to hide his emotions.

Gordon nodded before answering "100%, I ran the test three times. You understand what this means, dont you?"

Batman didn´t show any sign of hearing him. "How many people know about this?" he asked.

"Only the two of us and the officer that ran the test." Gordon told him, concentrating on his voice, trying to keep it from trembling.

"Do you trust the officer that ran the test?" Batman asked Gordon.

"She is one of my best officers"

Batman sighed, putting the folder inside a pocket on his belt. "I will be holding on to this from now on. We dont want the wrong to people to get a hold of it." he stated.

Gordon quickly stood up. "Wait, you cant just take it!" He nearly shouted. Gordon turned around for a moment to turn on the copy machine standing behind his desk. "I will gladly make you a copy, but I need..." Commissioner Jim Gordon turned back towards batman, but quickly went quiet. Batman was gone.

"Damn it! Why does he always do that?" Gordon muttered to himself.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling more tired than he ever had before.

"Poor kid", Gordon thought "of all the lunatics in this godforsaken city that could have fathered her it had to be the worst of them all."

Gordon knew what was going to happen. Eventually, the joker would find out that he has a daughter. And Gordon knew that when he found out, he would never let her go.

So, that was my first chapter of my fanfiction. I hope you like it. I apoligize if my grammar isn´t correct, english is not my first language. I have wanted to write this fanfic for a while, but I have been really sick for the past few years (depression), and just couldnt fint the energy to give it a try until now.

Thanks for listening, Luna out *flies into the distance*