A/N: READ THIS WHOLE A/N. IT IS SUPER IMPORTANT BEFORE ANYBODY JUDGES THIS STORY.

Ahem.

Anyways, yes this is yet another Joker's daughter story BUT this will /hopefully/ be more original than the other's. If you read this and don't think she's more original, constructive criticism is helpful. Also, if you're reading this and have a Joker spawn OC, I hope there's nothing in here to offend you because that is not my goal. I've just noticed that some of the more loathed OCs in the Young Justice world are as follows: Joker daughters, Catgirl OCs, and Girl Wonder (Female Batman protege) OCs. There are more, I'm sure, but I've noticed these specific OCs seem to, sadly, get ragged on the most. I, myself, have no problem with any of these OCs. I just thought I'd try my hand at a Joker spawn OC and try my best to make her more... unique compared to other Joker spawns (I have read some really good Joker spawn/protege stories however).None of this was written with the intention of making fun of/offending other people. I'm also writing this to try and better my writing. Most of my stories I follow the plot of Young Justice, Season 1 and 2, and I want to change that. I will finish those stories, but this is the project I will immediately jump into. I want to spread my horizons and write my own plot.

SUPER IMPORTANT. READ FORTH YOUNG ONES. THERE WILL BE NO OC/ANYONE PAIRING. I REPEAT NO OC/ANYONE PAIRING. I DO NOT WANT TO READ ANY REVIEWS ABOUT HOW THIS IS UNORIGINAL AND I'M JUST GOING TO PAIR HER WITH ROBIN BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT ALWAYS HAPPENS. NO. MY OC IS FOREVERISH ALONE. AND WHEN I SAY FOREVERISH I MEAN THAT SHE FLIRTS AND HAS FLINGS BUT NO FULL BLOWN RELATIONSHIPS. THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN CANON PAIRINGS (I.E: Chalant, Supermartina, Spitfire, etc).

My OC is two years older than Robin and yes, she does flirt with him but not in a meaningful way. She flirts with him in an 'I can flirt with you and distract you' kind of way. I guess Catwomanesque. THERE WILL BE NO PAIRING WITH ROBIN AT ALL. IF ANYTHING, KYLIE WOULD RATHER KILL THE BOY WONDER THAN PLEASANTLY MAKE OUT WITH HIM. (I'm the exact opposite if you catch my drift ;D )

I'm hoping to keep her as insane as possible (she'll mellow out of course when she joins the Team because she kind of has to) but other than that, I will try my hardest to keep an insane aspect as part of her. She is, after all, the daughter of the Joker and Harley.

Side note: I almost used Duela Dent (who claimed to be Joker's daughter) but decided against her because as I looked more into her, I didn't like her and she claimed to be like every villain ever's daughter.

-end A/N-

I only own the plot and Clover/Kylie Quinn.

LET'S BEGIN.

GOTHAM CITY
May 21, 05:35 EDT- 1997

Loud cries of pain echoed hollowly off the concrete walls of the abandoned warehouse. Henchmen flinched as Harley's yowls and Joker's words of "encouragement" reached their ears.

"Come on Harls," Joker, dropping his sinister façade for once, cooed, "You can do it."

"I can do it?! I can do it?!" Harley nearly roared, though she had to force the words out between pants as she struggled to push, eyes glaring daggers at Joker, "Geez Mistah J, thanks for the fuckin' encouragement!"

Joker frowned, eyes taking on a dangerous hue, "Now Harley," He chided, "Don't take that tone with me."

Harley paused momentarily, panting heavily as she stared at her lover, "Ah I'm sorry Mistah J. I-" Her words were cut off by a cry of pain as she pushed harder. Through clenched teeth, she finally managed to say, "I'm… just in… so much... pain… right now."

"I know, Harls," The Joker nodded, his signature grin returning, "And that's why I'm choosing to forgive you this once. But puddin' (Joker internally cringed as he said that word- he didn't like pet names), you gotta push harder! I can see its head!"

Harley, who was unable to respond, nodded her head vigorously as she pushed as hard as she could. Joker's smile grew more and more as he watched the child come further into his view. The Clown Prince would never admit this, but he was excited to be a father. Not to mention, he would be a much better father than the damn Batman ever could be! He'll show the Dark Knight. Hell, he'll teach this child to have fun. The right way!

As Harley struggled to regain her composure, sweat pouring off her, the Joker examined the baby he now held in his hands. The child had thin wisps of light blonde hair on its head, a feature notably inherited from its mother. However, where the child mostly looked like Harley, the key feature to pop out most was its eyes. Where Harley had blue eyes, this child had inherited the Joker's own green orbs. The only difference being the lack off insanity swimming in those orbs. That would all change soon enough though. The Joker could guarantee that much.

"Wait," Joker frowned, eyeing the baby up and down once more. Surprisingly, the child hadn't started to cry. Instead, it eyed its surroundings and parents curiously, "It's a girl." The clown deadpanned, obvious disappointment lacing his voice.

"Really!?" Harley exclaimed, bolting upright despite the protest coming from her abdomen. A large grin was spread across her face as she watched Joker hold the child up under its armpits, studying the baby girl.

"Yea," Joker continued to frown, not bothering to hide his obvious disappointment. He had hoped it'd be a boy and not some measly little girl, "Look." With that, he spun the baby around to face her mother. Baby green eyes met blue and Harley knew she was in love.

"Give Kylie here!"

"Kylie?" Joker scrunched his nose, "What kind of name is that?"

"It's the name I want to name our daughter, Mistah J!" Harley shouted with a pout. She had picked out some girl names and some boy names seeing as when the baby came, it would be a surprise to them both what gender it'd be. After all, the crazy clown couple couldn't just waltzed into a doctor's office and ask for an ultrasound.

Trust them. They tried it. It only ended in everyone running wildy from the building, leaving a frustrated and pissed Joker attempting to use an ultrasound machine. In the end, he settled for setting the machine on fire and blowing up the whole office.

Oh yeah, they were going to be great parents.

"Kylie," Joker sounded the word out, mulling it over in his head. Honestly, he hadn't given much thought to the child's name. In fact, he had been more concerned with teaching the child his maniacal ways. That's what he cared about. Glancing back at Harley, who was staring at him with hopeful eyes, Joker shrugged, "Eh. What the hell?"

Harley squealed and clapped her hands. Excited giggles left her lips as she watched the baby, her baby, wiggle and squirm in the Joker's grasp.

Joker smiled at Harley before his gaze returned to the baby. Kylie was currently squirming in his grasp. It had surprised the new parents slightly when the baby didn't immediately start bawling her eyes out. Instead, Kylie chose to peer at the world curiously, not really caring one bit.

As the Joker stared at his child, only on thought crossed his mind.

Let the fun begin.

~Five years later~

"Nooooo!" Kylie wailed, stumbling as she ran away from her father, "I dun wanna!"

"But Kylie," Joker grinned, watching his daughter closely, "Don't you want green hair?"

"No!" The toddler protested, lip jutted out in a pout. Her hands immediately flew up to her blonde locks, which were pulled back neatly into two high pig tails, reminiscent of the way Harley wore her hair, "I wike my lellow hair!"

Joker frowned. He had been attempting to change Kylie's appearance so she looked more like himself, but the child was stubborn. She took after Harley a lot, "But don't you think green would look better?"

"Nuh uh!" Kylie shook her head ferociously back and forth, pig tails whipping from the breeze, "Mommy says my lellow hair is bootiful!"

The Clown Prince sighed. He wasn't getting anywhere with his daughter, "Come here, pumpkin!" Joker set the bottle of green hair dye down as he steadily stalked towards his daughter. Sure, he'd given up (for now) on dying his daughters hair, but that didn't mean the crazed clown didn't like teasing his daughter, "Daddy's gonna get you!"

Kylie's eyes went wide. An excited squeal left her lips as she bolted out of the room, Joker on her heels. Maniacal laughter mixed with childish giggling echoed in the hall as father and daughter shared a moment.

"Daddy's gonna get you!" Joker's crazed voice floated down the hall again. Kylie giggled as she turned her head to stare happily at her encroaching father. However, her giggling was cut short as rounded a corner, immediately running into a hard object.

Falling backwards, Kylie felt tears pricking in the corners of her eyes as she landed roughly on her butt.

"Hey," The hard object turned around, revealing itself to be a man. His eyes were filled with annoyance as he glared down at the small, sniffling child as he roared, "Watch where ya' goin brat!"

At the anger and hostility in the man's voice, Kylie screamed as tears streaked down her pale cheeks. Joker, who had been closing in and heard everything, rounded the corner eerily calm. A large grin was plastered on his red lips as he stared blankly at the man in front of him.

"Did you just yell at my daughter?" He questioned, voice calm and collected.

The man's head snapped up, realization dawning on him. The blood drained from his face as he took in the eerily calm appearance of the Joker before him, "S-sir. I-I'm s-sorry." He stuttered, sweat beginning to pour down his face. He played at the hem of his collar as the Joker continued to stare at him.

"I'm sorry," Joker said, stepping towards the man. His hands were behind his back, twisting his trusty weapon back and forth, "Did you yell at my daughter?"

The man's mouth went dry. Joker was highly unpredictable and his eerily calm demeanor wasn't doing anything to help calm his nerves, "Y-yeah," He nodded, choosing to be honest about what happened.

If it was possible, the crazed clown's smile grew wider, "Thank you for being honest." He nodded at the henchman before stepping over towards his crying daughter, "It's alright, Kylie," he helped the child to her feet, "Let's just go back to our room."

Kylie nodded, sniffling slightly as she held her father's hand. She paused momentarily as the Joker paused. He noticed this and ushered Kylie forward, telling her that he'd be right behind her.

The man, thinking he had gotten off the hook, let out a sigh of relief. However, his relief was short lived as the Joker stalked towards him, crowbar glinting maliciously in the light of the hall.

Thwack.

The sound echoed in the hallway as the crowbar made contact with the man's face, blood spurting out of his mouth. Joker began to mercilessly beat the henchman as Kylie watched on, curiosity getting the better of her. She had never seen her father injure another human being before.

Thwack.

"You will never speak to my daughter like that again!" Each word was punctuated by a loud, hard thwack from the crowbar as the Joker showed no mercy. Blood painted the walls, dripping down and pooling on the concrete floor. The man had long since stopped moving, but the Joker didn't stop. Not until he felt a soft tug on the tail of his purple waistcoat.

"Dada," A small voice said, "Is he dead?"

Joker turned around, glancing at his daughter before turning back to the bloody henchman at his feet, "No, pumpkin, he isn't," To attempt to prove his point, he not-so-gently kicked the man. When he didn't so much as get a response, Joker shrugged, "Okay. Maybe he is."

Kylie merely nodded. Her little five-year old brain wasn't quite sure what to make of the scene before her. Joker kneeled down, taking the girl's little hands in his, "Is that a problem?"

"Uh uh," The green eyed girl shook her head, "He was wude to me." Joker grinned. Some of the lessons him and Harley had started teaching the young girl had soaked in, "He d-deserved it."

"That's right, pumpkin! He did deserve it!"

Kylie frowned, studying her father's face intently. Her chubby face scrunched up as she peered at him. Joker, curious as to what his daughter was thinking about, asked, "What?"

Removing her hand from her father's own, Kylie rubbed it across the Joker's cheek. When she pulled her hand back, it was covered in blood, "You got something on your face, dada." She held her hand out, showing off the blood slowly dripping from her hand.

Joker grinned, once again taking her hand in his, "Then let's go get cleaned up! Shall we?"

Kylie giggled excitedly as Joker picker her up, flinging her over his shoulder. Her giggles were soon joined by the Joker's laughter as the duo walked down the hall, the bloody henchman all but forgotten.

~Time Skip~

"Ivy!" Kylie exclaimed, bolting towards the green skin woman and launching into her arms.

Said woman chuckled, easily catching the giggling nine year old, "Hey, blossom."

Kylie pulled back from the hug, green eyes sparkling, "What are you doing here?"

"She's here for you, pumpkin," The young blonde's head turned to the side as she watched her mother, fully decked out in her signature Harley Quinn costume, stroll confidently into the room. Placing her hands on her slender hips, Harley asked, "How do I look? Great right?"

Ivy crossed her arms, eyes scanning up and down Harley's freshly toned body, "You look great." Ivy purred. A wide grin spread across Harley's painted lips.

"Harley!" Joker's voice echoed in the cavernous warehouse, a large grin spread across his face, "Are you ready to go?

Harley whirled around, an excited sparkled in her eyes as she bounded over to her lover, "I'm more than ready puddin! And Ivy just got here!"

"Oh really?" Joker raised his gaze over to the grin skinned villainess, who was staring at the couple impassively, "Oh hello~, Ivy."

Ivy frowned, her brow creasing as she stared at the Joker, "Hello, Joker." The two didn't have the best relationship and she never quite fancied working with him. But she loved Harley and Kylie had immediately wiggled her way into the plant wielder's heart so it was hard to her to say no when it came to watching over the Joker's spawn.

"What's stomata, Ivy?" Ivy's frown turned into a scowl as Joker grinned cynically, "You don't look hap-pea to see me."

"Aren't you hilarious," Ivy deadpanned, "Never heard those ones before."

If it was possible, Joker's grin grew even more. He loved to torment Ivy, and anyone for that matter. Curling his arm around Harley's slim shoulder, the crazed clown said, "Well it's time for Harley and I to make like trees and leaf."

Harley broke out into a fit of laughter as Kylie stifled her giggles behind her hand. The young girl had already figure out her honorary aunt loathed plant puns, something of which the Joker loved, and strived to avoid using them/laughing at them. But hey, laughter's contagious and when you come from a family like hers, you learn to appreciate a good joke.

"Leave." Ivy ground out through clenched teeth, pointing at the door she entered through.

Harley giggled as she dragged the Joker towards the door, "Be good, pumpkin!" The older blonde called to her daughter.

Once they were out of sight, Ivy turned towards her honorary niece, who was grinning widely at the green skinned woman. A coy smirk crept onto Ivy's lips as she said, "Now let's cause some mischief."

~Time Skip~

Kylie gazed at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with a large, black ribbon tied around it. The tips of her hair, much to her protest, were died (temporarily mind you) a dark green color, that just so happened to match her father's hair. After all, he wanted the world to know that this was his daughter (not like it wasn't obvious or anything). A green and black corset hugged her chest tightly, making her feminine features stick out that much more. She wore long pants, with one side black and the other green. On the left side of her pants, which was the black side, was the green outline of a clover, a.k.a Kylie's chosen symbol. Her feet were clad in knee high combat boots, each of which were the opposite color of the pant leg they were put on. Overall, Kylie thought she look like a perfect mixture between Joker and Harley, which in all honesty she was.

The one thing Kylie refused to wear, however, was that white face paint her parents called make-up. She loathed the stuff and would do anything to get her hands on the person who made it. It was pure torture to wear and Kylie just found it appalling. So instead of having a stark white face like her parents, the blonde settled for painting a "mask" on her face with black face paint, which made her green eyes pop, as well as adding a small clover to her right cheek.

Why the name Clover you ask? Simple. Kylie wanted to pay homage to her parents as well as subtly paying homage to Poison Ivy, who Kylie had spent many days with whenever her parents were out robbing and committing various crimes.

Kylie internally cringed as she recalled the original name her mother wanted her to go by.

Jester.

It wasn't that anything was particularly wrong with that name, she thought it was fitting as a villainous clown name, but the girl wanted her villainous identity to be slightly her own. She believed Jester played too closely to Harlequin and Joker so Kylie chose to avoid it. ,

"You comin' pumpkin?" Harley called up the stairs.

Kylie glanced at her door before once more returning her gaze to the mirror, taking in her final appearance. Finally, at the age of fourteen, her parents agreed to let her join them.

Butterflies fluttered about in her stomach as excitement raced through her veins. To say Kylie was nervous was an understatement. She wanted to do her parents proud and, as excited as she might be to finally join her parents in the family business, she was slowly being consumed by thoughts of failure.

She knew how well her dad didn't handle failure. It goes without saying that the Joker had beaten his own flesh and blood on more than one occasion. No one ever called him father of the year. But nonetheless, Kylie loved her father.

Besides, like father like daughter.

"Kylie!" Her father roared, causing the girl to flinch.

"C-coming!" She shouted back, immediately tearing out of the room.

"It's about time, Clover." Joker grinned down at his daughter.

Kylie hesitantly lifted her head, meeting her father's green eyes. She was pleasantly surprised to see no trace of anger swimming in the crazed Clown Prince's eyes. Instead, it was one of those rare occurrences where her father actually gazed at her adoringly and with pride. It wasn't a gaze Kylie received often and she was more than happy to soak it up for as long as possible.

"Ah!" Harley squealed, pulling her daughter to her chest, "You look so good, pumpkin!"

Kylie felt heat creep up her cheeks as she returned her mother's hug, "Thanks."

"Yes, she does look great, doesn't she. Just like you, Harls!" Joker mused, stepping over to Kylie. When the Joker's girls pulled away, the Clown Prince swooped down, pressing a quick kiss to his daughter's make-up less temple. As soon as he pulled away, he was all business, "Well come on you two! The bank's not going to rob itself!"

"Come and catch me Wonder Boy~" Clover cackled as she dashed across rooftops. The wind whipped passed her as she pushed her legs harder, reaching a speed the girl never thought she could reach. Her laugh echoed ominously in the night air.

Robin suppressed a groan as he chased after the Clown Prince's daughter. He had only just met the girl and so far, he loathed her. She was just like her parents; a perfect mixture between Joker and Harley. The young raven internally cringed. He never would've picture the clown couple having a child. It was just downright bizarre in the boys mind!

Skidding to a halt, Clover let out a small shriek as she nearly ran off the edge of a building, the jump to the next being too great for her. Seeing as this was her first night out on the town, she didn't quite no her way around Gotham. It wasn't like her parents could take her on the tour of the city. Every time they went out, Batman and the police would be called. Not exactly the best setting for a Sunday family stroll.

"First time on the town?" Robin smirked, eyeing the girl as she looked for an escape route.

"Why yes," Clover turned around to face the Boy Wonder, a sickly sweet smile adorning her features, "What gave me away?"

Robin shrugged, crossing his arms, "Just a lucky guess."

"Well, Wonder Boy was it? It would be awfully nice of you to show me around." The blonde sauntered forward, inching closer to the raven, who was currently scowling, "I am, after all, a tad bit lost." She added the last part huskily, warm breath tickling Robin's cold lips. One of the first things Harley, and Ivy, had taught the young teen was that when in doubt, use seduction. It worked about 95% of the time.

Apparently though, Robin was in that 5% category.

Clover did, however, silently congratulate herself seeing as she got a bit of a rise out of the cute boy. Robin mentally cursed his boy hormones as heat crept up his cheeks at the close proximity to the girl. Turning his head away, he shoved Clover off of him.

"That was rude," The girl pouted, lip jutting out.

Robin flashed her a glare before snapping, "It's Robin. Besides, the only place I'll be showing you is to your cell. In Arkham."

Clover feigned hurt, green eyes going wide in mock shock, "Not Arkham! My daddy's told me terrible things about there."

"Well then I guess you'll find out first hand for yourself if those things are true, clown."

Clover scowled before she charged forward, slightly managing to catch the Boy Wonder off guard. She aimed a punch at his face, which Robin quickly anticipated. What he wasn't anticipating, though, was when her punch changed courses and collided with his stomach.

Wind left the boys system as he doubled over. For a girl Clover's size, she knew how to pack a punch. However, it was obvious to Robin she wasn't very experienced, especially since she left her guard down.

"What's the matter, Wonder Boy? Can't take a punch?" Clover jeered, stepping over to the boy, who was still double over. What the girl didn't realize, though, was that she made a fatal mistake. As she neared Robin, he quickly stood up straight, catching the clown girl off guard before hitting her with a well-aimed kick to the stomach.

A strained 'oof' escaped Clover's lips as she stumbled backwards, clutching her stomach. Peering through her blonde bangs, she gave the boy the best glare she could muster, "Fowl. I call fowl."

Robin grinned, sending the girl a wink, though it went unnoticed thanks to his mask, "Rule number one, clowny pants: never let your guard down!"

Clover paused, taking a moment to let Robin's words settle in. Clowny pants? It was obvious to the blonde that this Robin kid was not at a mature level, then again, neither was Clover but at least she could come up with some creative names.

Just how old was this kid?

"Clowny pants?" Clover questioned incredulously.

"Y-yeah!" Robin stuttered before frowning as the girl before him began to laugh maniacally.

It was really starting to freak Robin out how similar she was to her parents.

Clover held up her finger, signaling she needed another minute to regain her composure. As her laughter slowly began to die down, she rubbed away the small tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes, "Just leave the nicknames to me, pixie boots."

Robin's masked eyes widened as he glanced down at his costume, which screamed all but mature. His unitard, coupled with pixie boots, did well to cause Clover to crack up, and Robin to growl. He didn't have to take this! He was Robin; the Boy Wonder. Partner to Gotham's own Dark Knight. He didn't have to take this from anyone, nonetheless a villain!

With a more audible growl, Robin lauched himself forward. Clover, who was still cracking up, wasn't paying attention and shrieked as she found herself pinned down by a twelve year old. Her laughter immediately ceased as she glared up into the masked eyes of the Boy Wonder.

"Get off me, pipsqueak." She growled, ramming her head into his.

Robin, who wasn't expecting the sudden hard force to careen into his head, reeled backwards and rolled off of the girl. He held his head in pain as he held in his tears. Sure, he's had worse, but that didn't mean being head butted didn't hurt like hell.

"What the fuck is your head made of?" Clover groaned, holding her own head, "Titanium?"

Just as Robin was about to make a retort, one he had hoped would be witty, Harley's voice wafted into the air, "There you are, pumpkin!" She screamed, waving madly at her daughter when Clover turned around.

An immediate grin broke out on Clover's face as her mother cartwheeled over to the duo, oversized hammer in hand, "Mistah J sent me to check up on you!" Harley said, smile not once leaving her face. Clover felt a small sense of flattery that her father was checking in on her but then again, he most likely sent Harley away so he could have Batman all to himself, "You sure strayed far, pumpkin," The older blonde frowned, glancing around at the skyline, "I'm not even sure where we are."

"That's fine by me," Robin broke in, interrupting the slight mother/daughter moment, "Because that just means you won't have an easy escape!"

"Robbie-poo!" Harley chirped, grin once again spread across her face, "I didn't see you there! How are you doing?"

Robin's smirk faltered at the genuine (at least, she seemed very genuine) tone Harley spoke in, "G-good?" The Boy Wonder answered unsurely. He was starting to really wish Batman was here. One crazed clown was enough for him, but two? That was just two to many.

A mischievous glint flashed in Harley's eyes as she smiled maliciously at the Boy Wonder, "Then I guess we'll have to change that!"

Robin yelped as Harley slammed her hammer his way, just barely missing him as he rolled out of the way. Clover made a move to attack, but Harley held her hand up, signaling the younger blonde to stay back. Said girl pouted, but listened to her mother nonetheless.

"Pay close attention, pumpkin!" Harley called out, dragging her hammer behind her as she closed in on Robin, "To defeat a bird, you have to break its wings!" With a loud cry, Harley swung her hammer towards Robin. The raven immediately dove to the side once more, but wasn't fast enough as the hammer's direction was changed last minute and came careening into his wrist.

Robin howled with pain, clutching his broken wrist to his chest. Harley grinned deviously as she stalked forward, causing Robin to stumble backwards, "One wing down, one to go!"

Through panicked masked eyes, Robin watched as Harley came closer and closer to him. He knew the clown girl could, and would, kill. After all, he had seen her do so himself. Off to the side, he noticed Clover watching, with no sympathy for him whatsoever, as Harley came closer, dead set on causing more damage and/or killing the wounded bird.

Harley raised her hammer up once more, the light from the moon casting an ominous shadow on the cement of the roof. Robin's blue eyes went wide as he tried to scramble away, only to stumble and fall onto his broken wrist. Pained tears filled the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over as he stood (er laid) in the face of death (a bit of an exaggeration but you get the picture).

The raven clamped his eyes shut. He began to mentally apologize to anyone and everyone for failing them all. For letting the Joker, Harley and their child, Clover get away. Above all, he was saying sorry to Batman for being a disappointment. He wasn't supposed to freeze in the face of death! He was supposed to be headstrong, determined and stubborn. But no. He for some ungodly reason he froze, ending in his inevitable death.

There was a loud, heavy thud as a pained cry escaped Harley's lips. Robin cracked his eyes open, noticing the oversized hammer lying uselessly on the concrete roof, which caused him to let out a sigh of relief.

Clover stared wide-eyed at Batman, who she was just meeting in person for the first time, as he loomed over the girl. She felt her throat go dry as her body threatened to shake and quiver. However, one thought at the beating her father would give her for quaking in the fear of a bat and she regained her composure.

Though she did love her father, she feared him more than Batman.

Plastering on a grin, Clover fake saluted Batman, causing the Dark Knight to arch his brow, "Good evening sir!" She chirped, casually walking around Batman and over to her mother, who was pouting and cradling her wrist (where the batarang had hit), "My mother and I were just going to take our leave!"

"Yeah, B-man! Clover and I hear was just about to head home!" Harley added, plastering on a large grin as she grabbed her hammer.

"Not so fast," Batman growled as the two villains attempted to walk away. At the sound of his voice, they paused, "You two are going to Arkham."

At the mention of Arkham, Harley whirled around, blue eyes wide with fear, "No!" She shouted, "You can't send my pumpkin there! She won't survive!"

"She's insane, Harley. As are you."

Clover pouted, "Says the man running around in a bat suit!" She shot back.

Batman frowned but ignored the comment. He gave his adopted son a quick once-over before returning his attention to the two female clowns.

"Wow, Batsy!" A large grin spread across Clover's face as her father jumped up onto the roof, "You sure now how to make a disappearance! It's a good thing I know how to make an appearance!" Joker sent a wink Harley's way, which was a silent signal telling her to be prepared to escape. Leaning down, the Clown Prince sniffed the oversized flower pinned to his chest. Grinning wickedly, he faced the Dark Knight, "This flower smells great! Take a whiff won't you Batsy?"

Batman frowned, not bothering to move. He wasn't quite sure what game the Joker was playing at, but he knew he wasn't going to fall for it.

Joker pouted, "Party pooper. All I wanted you to do was smell my flower! Is that so hard?"

"I'm not smelling your flower, Joker," Batman ground out. Clover immediately began to laugh in the background. Come on! How many times are you going to hear Batman say those exact words?

A malicious smile spread across the pale man's face at his daughter's laughter. Using it as encouragement, he stepped closer to Batman, who in turn tensed, "Fine!" Joker held his hands up, face becoming momentarily stoic before his face immediately darkened, "I'll just had to bring the scent to you!"

Before the Dark Knight even knew what was happening, Joker pressed a hidden button on the flower, releasing a green, thick gas. Harley immediately clamped a hand over Clover's mouth and nose, whispering in the girl's ear to not breathe it in. The young girl nodded in her mother's grip before the duo sidestepped around the noxious gas and closer towards Joker.

Robin was the first to succumb to the knock out gas, seeing as he was younger and more susceptible to it. Batman attempted to pull out the gas mask he always carries with him, but it was too late. He had already inhaled too much of the noxious gas and felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

Maniac laughter echoed in the empty streets of Gotham as the Clown Prince led his family away from the Dynamic Duo and back towards the safety of their warehouse, goodies in tow.

Clover's laughter was the most distinguishable out of all the laughing. The girl felt like she was high on life as she raced with her parents back home. She had managed to outwit Robin and Batman (with the help from her family of course) and it felt great. Her debut into the villain world had been a success and Clover could already feel villainy sinking its claws into her.

She was born for this (literally).

~Time Skip~

Kylie sighed as she played with the pocket knife her father had given her all those years ago. The silver glinted in the artificial light coming from the light on the ceiling. Her blonde tresses pooled out from her head and over her pillow as her eyes roamed each and every crack the concrete ceiling had to offer (and trust her, there were a lot).

The TV to her right flickered with various images, though Kylie was no longer paying attention. In fact, she was just too pissed to watch the TV at this point in time. Why was she pissed you ask? Well, if you were grounded for a stupid reason, you'd be pissed as well.

Apparently, if you don't kill a man, you get grounded. Yep. That's how Kylie's world works. Killing equals praise while not killing gets you scolded. Not that Kylie minded. That's just how she was raised.

Though she would've thought her dad would've been a bit more understanding as to why she didn't kill the man. He was probably dead now thanks to his injuries anyway. It's no fun to kill an unconscious person. In Kylie's opinion, it was better to leave them for dead, let them suffer longer.

Flopping onto her stomach, the fifteen year old continuously flipped the knife to and fro, eyes returning to the TV screen to watch as her parents, Joker and Harley, robbed a bank. It was their past time. If they ever got bored and weren't currently planning to blow up Gotham or something, they could be easily entertained by robbing yet another bank.

Her family was kind of loaded at this point in time.

Kylie continued to watch, disinterested, as Batman and Robin finally showed up on scene. A part of her was glad she wasn't allowed to go with them. She hated, and when she says hate she really means loathed, Robin. Kylie thought the kid was too stuck up and cocky, granted Kylie was kind of stuck up and cocky, but it was cute when she did it! When Robin did it… it was downright irritating.

A few hours passed, all of which Kylie spent cooped up in her room. She had tried finding ways to cure her boredom, like repeatedly throwing a knife at a picture of Robin's face, but that was only entertaining for so long. As of now, she was lying face first in her pillow. Her blonde hair was pooled out around her, shrouding her face in darkness.

Just when Kylie thought her boredom was going to drive her crazier than she already was, the door slammed open.

"KYLIE!" Her mother's shrill voice yelled up the stairs, "WE'RE HOME."

Kylie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Obviously a door slamming open had to signify someone was home.

"No shit, mom," Kylie said, appearing at the top of the stairs. Harley frowned up at her daughter.

Dropping two large bags at his feet, Joker grinned widely, "Look at all the goodies we got!" Kylie stared at the bags, face devoid of emotion. She was trying hard to portray the epitome of a pissed of teenager who was grounded. But, as her father grinned up at her with his wide, crazed grin, she couldn't help it. A large grin, one that mimicked the Joker's nearly to a T, spread across her face as she slid down the banister to the bottom of the stairs, sliding into her father's open arms.

They're trip to the bank was successful and as much as Kylie wished she could have been there, she was happy she didn't have to worry about breaking them out of Arkham.

A/N: Review are always appreciated. I want to hear what people think of Kylie and if there's anything that I should change up/do more of. Also, this chapter starts off with her birth, fasts forwards to when she's five, then onto age nine, then to fourteen and then to fifteen, where she will stay for the majority of the story.

This takes place after season one in case anybody was wondering.

Also, if you happen to recognize me, I'm not done with my other stories. I've /sort of/ put them on a hiatus. I only wrote this out because it popped in my head and I really wanted to do something with it. I want to try and write a decent villain story that doesn't follow the plot. I don't really have much mapped out for this story yet, but I hopefully will soon. I have some ideas for the second chapter (I wrote a lot down in a note on my Iphone). 'When Lightning Strikes' is what I aim to finish soon. I have 2 more episodes left and 2 more chapters planned out for afterwards in case anyone cares.

I happily accept constructive criticism. I am really going to try to bring back the good name of daughter's of the Joker (almost made Kylie a boy but I had difficulty writing as a boy for some odd reason). I want her to stay a villain but play a hero. Y'know, something that you don't see Joker's spawns doing. They tend to resent their fathers and are the epitome of sane. I guess, nothing wrong with that but I want to avoid it. Be a bit more original? You guys feel?

Okay. Last thing. I have decided I might pair Kylie with someone. That someone would be Cameron Mahkent/Icicle Jr. Well, he'd be her love interest but it wouldn't focus on that. It'd be a side thing or they might just be BFFs because Cameron needs more love.