Okay, this is the first YJ fanfiction I've ever written. I'd like to say first off that there are no OCs in this. Everyone is canon.
Meaning that I really don't own anything.
"Well boys, what have we learned today?"
Spread out in the alleyway, broken in front of violet eyes, lay a group of men at least twice the age of their assailant. Her response came not from the groaning piles of broken limbs and bloodied faces, but from somewhere up above her.
"That the crazies are getting less original?"
Red hair flew, flopping against her forehead as the girl looked up suddenly, finding a boy crouched on the fire escape of one of the apartment buildings that stood to either side of her, both tall with red bricks and rotting wood. In fact he was on the apartment that belonged to her.
Her hands propped on her hips. "What, I'm not allowed to drop off of Daddy's look?" she asked, mocking a pout.
The Domino mask perched on her new companions face mimicked the arch of his brows perfectly. "Daddy?" he repeated, sounding somewhere between disgusted and confused. Considering the reputation the man she clearly mimicked had she couldn't blame him.
The girl gave a grandiose bow. "Harlequin, the Joker's Daughter, at your service."
He gave a sharp intake of breath.
"Ah, calm down. I have no intention of following in his footsteps," she assured him. Then gestured to the unconscious bodies around her. "I'm trying to make up for the Joker's wrong doings."
Not a complete lie.
Not the entire truth.
She took a step back when the dropped to the ground in front of her, a bit too close for comfort. He was squinting at her through his mask, and she had a feeling he was sizing her up too. Subconsciously she crossed her arms over her chest, wondering briefly if maybe her choice in attire should have covered more. It had either been the stomach-and-clavicle-exposing suite jacket in purple or a corset in yellow, which would have clashed horribly with her hair. Red heads should not wear yellow, or orange.
"Take a picture," she advised dryly. The girl was proud to see the barest hint of red peeking out from under the black edging of the mask.
"Who are you?" the boy demanded.
"Now, I just told you that. Harlequin. And you're Robin. A bit of Dick."
The slightest tense of his shoulders told her she had been right. It was Talon, but not. A pallet dropped out of her sleeve, hitting the ground and exploding into a cloud of green smoke.
By the time the bird-a-rang flew at where she would have been the young woman was on a rooftop, already running. The soft soles of her boots made not a sound as she ran, disappearing around a corner. Robin ran right past her, drawing a smile from her face. The girl dropped from the roof, landing lightly on the ground in front of a convenience store. A camera moved, catching her on film. She let it, winking at its screen before strolling on.
This, she decided, was going to be a fun city to live in.