Author's Note: tonight I was in a majorly Joker mood and was drawing him like crazy. Then I decided to draw his victims and one random chick looked like a twisted version of Quinn. Then I thought I'd draw Daria… it didn't quite work out but it did give me an idea….and this is it.

CLASS TRIP

"Because this is the last year that YEAR your insipid little minds will fill my classroom with their EMPTINESS (creating a paradox)" Mr. Anthony DeMartino ranted in front of his students, "The school has decided to REWARD you with a class trip." He growled.

The room erupted into cheers as all the students high fived and clapped their hands in excitement. Well almost all. A few students remained still and expressionless. They seemed to feel nothing like living dolls with one permanent fixed expression of nothingness. In the front corner of the classroom sat Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane. Slowly the two teenage girls looked at each other then the rest of their class. Daria's small pale hand reached up and adjusted the large black frames of her glasses.

"So where we going Mr. D?" asked a squeaky voiced cheerleader. She twirled her finger in her blonde locks.

"I'm SO glad you asked miss Taylor." Growled the fifty one year old teacher. His eye budged from his skull as he shouted and hissed his response, "To SHOW you why college is SO vital to your future we will be visiting the dankest HELLHOLE the school could a deal to fly you to. You will also see the business world as it works as you tour WAYNE enterprises. You'll also get to VISIT the attractions and see the internationally famous "Bat museum" and…"

"Aww man!" moaned Kevin throwing his arms on the desk, "We're going to a museum about birds?"

"No KEVIN if you would be so kind as the LET ME FINISH I was going to tell you that you will be visiting GOTHAM city." The class exploded in excitement once again. Through the noise DeMartino added, "And of course bats are not birds…not that you'll ever have to know that."

"Gotham?" Asked Jane. She turned to her thick haired friend, "Bet you a one topping pizza we get mugged."

"And I bet you a two topping that we get attacked by one of those freaks in a costume." Daria responded flatly placing her things in her bag as the bell rang.

"Two toppings? You must be really sure of yourself."

"Do you ever watch the news? All you hear out of that city is about people running around in spandex trying to kill each other."

"So does that mean you're actually going?" Jane asked surprised. She brushed back her short black hair from her eye.

"Not on your life."

THAT NIGHT

"Oh Daria I heard about your school's trip to Gotham. How exciting." Helen Morgendorffer said pulling frozen lasagna from the oven.

"Who keeps telling you these things? And what do I have to do to make them stop?" her daughter asked.

"Hey that's cool Kiddo!" her father chirped from behind his news paper. He paused, "Do you kids still say cool? OH I know. That's RAD kiddo!"

Daria stared blankly at her parents from behind The Complete Works of Edger Allen Poe.

"I'm not going." She shifted her eyes back down.

"Not going?" her mother asked sternly, "But honey there are so many things to see there. Gotham University or Wayne enterprises. I bet they could use a bright girl like yourself in a big corporation like that."

"Yes I could be the smart girl in corner cubical on floor seventy three. Or more likely hostage on floor seventy three."

"Honey I've never known you to be afraid of big cities." Her mother said cutting the pasta dish.

"Its not fear I mean look." She snatched the paper from her father and laying it on the table, "Gotham has its own crime beat section in the paper."

"Hey mom, dad I need you to sign this." Quinn said running into the room. She seemed to be the polar opposite of her sister. While Daria was seen as plane and a "brain" Quinn was a long haired beautiful redhead in the "fashion club" clique. She was thin yet had a figure unlike her flat elder sister. She dropped a piece of paper in front of her father.

"What is it? A rad parent teacher conference or something?" Jake asked picking up the paper.

"No it's a permission slip thingy so I can go on the Gotham trip."

"I thought it was for seniors only." Daria with mild interest.

"Feh!" her sister brushed off her words, "As if. There was no way the fashion club would miss the shopping in Gotham. Its like the New York of America." Daria decided not to eve bother.

"Sure thing sweet heart!" Their father said scribbling his signature.

"Now I definitely want you to go." Helen said spooning the lasagna on to four plates, "If that city's as dangerous as you make it out to be then I want you to be with your sister, keep her safe."

"I expect to be compensated." Daria said closing her book.

"This is a trip of a life time and an important chance to check out the great colleges in the area."

"Fifty." She shot back flatly.

"Oh Daria!" her mother said exasperated.

"Sixty." The teenager threatened.

"Forty."

"Fifty five"

"Deal." Her mother returned.

Daria sighed closing her book. She set it on the table and started to walk away.

"Wait Daria don't you want your dinner?"

"Maybe later." The teenager muttered. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom and shut the padded door. Throwing herself on her bed she picked up her phone and dialed a number she had memorized.

"Hello?" a familiar voice answered.

"Pack your tights." Daria said miserably, "We're going to Gotham City."