Okay, here's the breakdown of the story. Barbara Gordon is Batgirl and best friends with Katrina Quin, daughter of Joker and Harley. I'm going to switch from their Point of views and their friends. Hopefully, if everyone gets into it, I'll add on more villains kids. Enjoy! And please don't forget to comment.i want to know what's can do differently.


Barbara and I were sitting on the couch, in Bruce Wayne's house. I looked around again, to make sure I wasn't seeing things, or dreaming of this. The couch felt more like a huge bed. It was all black, plush, and took up 2/3rd of the room. It was in the shape of a box but without one side to it. I was still amazed by the size of it. We never had anything like this at the house. We couldn't because we moved a lot. If daddy got caught, then mommy said we'd be taken in too. I didn't want to be thrown in some cell, but I was curious about jail. I mean the Arkham Asylum was notorious for holding Gotham's crazy and cruelest. Besides it was the place where my parents met. Who doesn't want to see that? I closed my eyes. I can still hear my mom gushing over the way her and daddy met. She was his psychiatrist but he manipulated her into loving him, until she broke him out. And they lived happily ever after. I longed to have a romance of my own. Who knows, maybe I'd meet my true love in the asylum.

Now, I started to get excited. Barbara looked up at me, from the sprawled out position she was in. "What are you getting excited about?" I tried to hold my laugh in. My mother says I laugh like daddy and I wouldn't want him to get caught, again. "Nothing, it's just I'm excited to see who will win Hell's Kitchen. That Gordon Ramsey is such a card." I couldn't help it, I chuckled. Barbara laughed too as she turned her attention to the TV. "This finale is explosive, I'll give you that." I peered over at Barbara. How did I get so lucky? Barbara Gordon was not only Batgirl, but she was Commissioner Gordon's daughter. His only one, if I'm not mistaken. Commissioner Gordon was known for conspiring with Batman. He was the reason my father would get upset. With the whole Gotham Police Force on his side, he made it hard for my dad to get anything done. But I liked Barbara. She was sweet and kind and super sassy, but in a good way. I'd never admitted it to her but she is my best friend.

Barbara and I met a few years ago. She was stopping me from running away. Daddy let me help him and mommy blow up a few animal shelters, but of course Batman had to stop all the fun. As I was running away, Barbara tackled me to the ground. I pushed her and we fought for a while, until she dragged me back to the BatCave. That was where she held me in one of their 'confinement' chambers. "You know confinement is still considered kidnapping!" I yelled at her. She flipped her cape over her shoulder. "Oh, whatever!" "You're just mad you got caught." She sneered. I quieted down. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked, looking around the tube. It was tight and compact. I barely had room to move. Batgirl put her hands on her hips. "Look jester girl, you can't fool me. I won't be played. The head honcho will decide your fate, Batman." "Boring criminals to death again?" A voice asked from the shadow. Katrina gasped as a figure walked out of the darkness. Batgirl crossed her arms across her chest. "I am not." She whined. The man walked into the light. Katrina gasped again. The guy was tall with dark features. He had a chisel jaw. His biceps bulged against his spandex suit. It was all black with a dark blue bat signal on it. His eyes were covered up with a black face mask as his hair ruffled in the chill of the night. He was the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen.

He laughed at Batgirl as she stomped toward him. "You are so. You hold them here, then talk their head off, till they beg for Batman to kill them to get away from you." He smirked. She marched up to him and poked a finger in his chest. All he did was laugh. Katrina wanted to hear that laugh forever. "Stop jumping in on My Perps!" She growled. He laughed again. It was like music to her, even better than her dad's haunting chuckles. "You are a little girl, playing little girl games. And you're in a big boy world. Grow a pair or get gone." He hissed, pushing her finger away from him. Katrina watched in awe at the scene in front of her. She desperately wanted to be Batgirl in that moment. "Go Away, Nightwing!" She stated gruffly. Katrina wanted to be able to touch Nightwing. Dang, that was a good name. "See even killer clown isn't listening to you. Are you, girlie?" Katrina yanked her head up. Omg! Nightwing was speaking to her! She tried not to hyperventilate. "I, um, I..." She stuttered. Nightwing walked up to her chamber. She tried not to squeak in nervousness.

Usually she was cool and confident in front of her oppressors, but this gorgeous guy, this Nightwing, made her stumble over the smallest word. "Not much of a talker, huh?" Then he fell to the floor. Katrina jumped. The dart that was embedded in his back was in the shape of a bat. "Well, that'll show him!" Batgirl triumphantly declared, wiping her hands. "You know what they say, it's a bat kill bat world out here." Katrina joked. Batgirl glared at her for a second before she burst into a fit of chuckles. Katrina joined her. "You're funny, Ace of Smiles. I like that." She said. Katrina felt her heart melt. She liked Batgirl too. "You're not too bad yourself." She responded. Batgirl kicked an imaginary rock. "You don't seem like a threat. I guess I could let you go." She drew out. Katrina danced for joy. "What are you doing?" Batgirl asked, confused. "You're going to let me go. So I'm celebrating by dancing.' As Batgirl stared at her, Katrina stopped. 'You don't do that?" "No...' She answered, unlocking the cell door 'but you have to move fast before bird brain over here wakes up." Batgirl kicked Nightwing. "Is, is he going to be okay?" She tentatively questioned. "He'll be fine. But you should go." Batgirl stated, pushing Katrina out of the BatCave.

{That night, Katrina told her mother, Harley, about her encounter with Batgirl. Harley squealed like she repeatedly did when Katrina told her of her endeavors outside of her parents. "Oh, Kitty Kat! Your first meeting with a superhero! And it was a girl! How exciting!" "What's all the racket about?" Her father, Joker, grumbled walking in. Harley latched onto him and kissed him on the cheek. "Puddin'! Our little Kitty Kat has met her first good guy' she giggled 'or should I say good girl." "What did I tell you about all that affection late at night, Harl!?" Her father demanded. He pushed her mother off of him, causing her to fall against a wall and cut her head on a picture frame. Katrina winced. That had to hurt. But her mother just got up and stumbled out of the room.

Katrina loved her parents and knew what they had was special, but she didn't want to be hit like that. His abuse continually got worse the angrier he got. Every month or so when her father would go into a fit of rage, her mother would always take the biggest hit. It broke Katrina's heart to have her gorgeous, cheerful mother knock on her door like a maid, deep in the night. Her mom would be covered in bruises, bleeding and could barely stand, but she always came and cried to Katrina. Katrina would spend hours rocking her mother back and forth, trying to pick up the broken pieces that were left of the woman underneath her. Once her father noticed that her mother was missing from their bed; it would become a problem. He'd bang against Katrina's door to let him in. He'd throw insults, threats and unspeakable language that made Katrina want to curl up and die, sometimes she thought she did. After that, he'd resort to blowing up her door, torching it down, shooting as many bullets as he wanted into it, but he could never get in. Katrina made sure of that. Once she had gained enough money from her robberies, she went and bought and industrial door that would withstand just about anything but a chemical explosion. It kept her father's threats out and kept her mother's cries in. The tiny frail woman that would shrink into herself with every violent crash against the door, was not her mother. Her mother was beautiful, lively and made the world seem like a better place. Yet, she was never that way after daddy beat her. So Katrina would hold her sobbing mother until her father finally gave up. If his abuse got worse, her mom would disappear for a few months to hide out with Auntie Ivy until she felt better, then daddy would apologize and all would be forgiven.}

"Earth to Katrina." Barbara sang. Katrina jumped, startled. "Sorry I spaced out for a sec." She apologized "I figured that out." Barbara answered. She got up and stretched. Katrina envied Barbara. The natural redhead had silky shoulder length hair, while hers was wavy and blonde with green tips (thanks to her dad). She had a smaller bust and larger butt, whereas Katrina could only fill out her top half, she was thin as a stick on her bottom half. Barbara was also nineteen, an unfortunate event Katrina never forgot. She was a year behind the redhead and didn't like it. Eighteen hadn't been treating her well enough and she was ready for it to be over. The redhead turned around and stared at Katrina with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. All Katrina's eyes held were a dull blueish green color that reminded her of pee, yet Barbara's were the color of swimming pools.

"Want a snack?" She asked. "No." Katrina replied, shaking her pigtails. And that's another thing, she thought as the other girl walked off. Barbara usually had her hair down or in a ponytail. It made her appear older, sexier. Only style Katrina had was her pigtails. Now she started to wonder if she looked too young, maybe that's why no guy had noticed her. But her mom wore her hair in the same style and she was twice her age. No, she shook her head, confused. I am attractive. Barbara skipped in the room with a bowl full of gummy worms. "Sure you don't want anything?" She questioned, flopping on the couch again. "No, I'm not hungry, but I do have a question' she tugged at one of her ponytails, playing with the ends. It was a nervous habit that she had. 'Do... Do you think my pigtails are childish? Like in a bad way? But you don't have to answer if you don't want to, I mean it was a stupid question. Never mind." She rambled. Barbara touched her arm. "Hey, look at me' Katrina peered into those pool blue eyes 'You are pretty. Okay? As for the pigtails' she leaned back and closed her eyes in deep concentration 'Yeah, I think they could go, but hey I say do what you want. It's your hair." She finally answered, unpausing Hell's Kitchen. Katrina marveled at the redhead next to her. She truly was amazing. Katrina leapt across the pillow to hug her best friend. "Thank you Barbara. You're the best friend a girl could ask for." "Okay, okay. I know I'm amazing. No need to thank me." She joked, twittering.

"Whoever told you that lied to you." Katrina shot up. Standing in the corner, leaned against the wall was the man that she so desperately wished was hers: Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson was 6'4, built entirely of bulging muscles and sexiness, and was unobtainable. He was twenty three, which meant he was five years older than her. She figured she still had a chance with him since her father was at least six years older than her mother. The same went for her and Dick, so they could work. Yet, Dick never noticed her. Oh, how she wished they would work. Also, he didn't take orders from anyone. He was the bad boy Katrina fervently dreamed for. He pushed himself off the wall. Barbara shot off the couch and marched up to Dick. "Look you pervert, don't be watching me and My friend while we're enjoying ourselves. And for your information Plenty of people think I'm amazing, thank you very much." He tousled her hair as she growled. "I doubt it. Even killer blondie over here, doesn't think you're that special. Do you blondie?" He quipped, turning his attention to Katrina.

Katrina froze. Did he address just her? Here's your chance to impress him, make him fall madly in love with you, a voice in the back of her head whispered. Before she could speak, Barbara stepped into his view. She pushed at his chest. Probably rock solid. "Stop! You think calling her 'killer blondie' is cute? Well it's not! It's nasty and quite frankly makes you as much of a bully as her father!' The room grew silent after that. Barbara glared at Dick until he looked away 'Besides, Bruce said I could have her over, so stop being an Ass! She's actually a nice person, if you took a moment to speak to her like a Human Being!" She scolded. Dick scowled at her but then looked towards Katrina. "I'm sorry Katrina." Was all he said before storming out of the room. Barbara turned around and stared at her friend. The blonde was curled into a fetal position. "OhMyGosh! Katrina. Please don't listen to him, he's a Jerk!" She spat, sitting by her friend and hugging her. "He knows my name." Katrina whispered. Barbara pulled back "What was that?" Katrina popped her head out. "He knows my name!" She breathed in awe. "Who Dick? Of course he knows your name."

Katrina grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, thrashing her feet around. "Katrina, what's going on? Are you having an episode or is this a Joker thing?" She asked, afraid. Katrina laughed, it was high pitched and happy. She sounded just like her father then. Barbara never noticed it until that moment. She was her fathers child, and that made her nervous. "Barbara, can I confess something?" She quietly questioned. "Sure." Barbara answered, unsure of where this was going. "I'm not laughing or screaming because of my father, that would be rather weird' she scrunched up her nose. 'I'm happy because Dick knows who I am." "And why is that something to be happy about?" "Because I like him." She quietly confessed. "WHAT?!' Barbara yelled. 'That Waste Of Space Was The Mystery Guy That You've Been Gushing Over?" "Yes!" Katrina chirped, bouncing on the couch. "That Boy' she pointed out the door 'That Dick Grayson. You Like That?" "Yes!" She replied, giggling like an idiot. Barbara got up from the couch. She turned her back from Katrina. "Are you serious? Dick Grayson. Of All the People In the world!" Katrina huffed as she crossed her arms across her chest. "I'm not the only one at fault here."

Barbara swerved around. "What's that suppose to mean?" "It's means I'm not the only one who likes someone from the 'other' side." Barbara looked down at her socks. "I have no idea what you are talking about." A blush started to spread across her neck. Katrina bent down, looking at her face. "We both know that isn't true." Barbara looked away. "Come on, Katrina. We are not playing this game." Katrina laughed. "Why not? I love games!" "You know why." "No, I don't. Now are you coming or not?" Katrina called, grabbing her jacket and walking out the door. "Wait!" Barbara yelled, following her. She wouldn't let Katrina best her.