Savages
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Summary: Gotham has always been a nightmare for Dick Grayson, but as Bruce Wayne's charge life seemed to be normal. That is until he meets a young girl by the name of Alyssa; who happens to be the adopted daughter of the most notorious crime duo in Gotham. When they cross paths, Dick's world is turned upside down; in the end both Alyssa and him have to make a choice. [Takes place before Right Through Me]
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Prologue
A girl no older than fifteen walked through the halls of Arkham Asylum, flanked on either side by a guard; her black heels clicking against the tile floor, her blonde hair flowing loosely down her back. Some of the inmates whistled, others cat-called her, she never broke her stride; her blue eyes locked forward while she stepped onto the elevator while the gate snapped shut behind her. The guards stood tall, AK-47s placed at their shoulders, her outfit was less than graceful for a girl of her age visiting an inmate-everyone knew this-the white button down shirt she was wearing was unbuttoned at the top, her tights were flesh colored, and the plaid skirt she wore was far too high. One guard looked at her from the corner of his eye, thinking she wouldn't notice, but she noticed, she saw everything. The guard caught the icy glare and looked forward again while the other opened the gate; the girl walked out in front of them, carefully concealing the package she had under her shirt. The second floor roared into more cat-calls and whistles while she was continuing her trek towards the solitary confinement area. The heavy black doors opened while the guards stood outside the room, she was greeted by the warden, "Visiting again, I see?" He asked noticing the bulge under her shirt, "What do you have?" The girl removed the package from under her shirt opening it for him. The warden looked in to see nothing but food contained inside, "Fine, go on." The girl heard the familiar buzz of the doors opening to the small room where she had sat multiple times as a young child, walking in the doors closed behind her, in front of her the doors opened revealing the pale faced green haired man she had come to see.
The red grin spread across his face while the guards removed his straight jacket, one standing in the room, the other stood outside, "There's my baby girl." He said stretching out his arms while she placed the box on the table, he closed his arms around her tightly, "Let me look at you," he said pushing her out looking her once over, "you look more and more like your mother each time I see you." The girl stepped back sitting in her chair across the table from him, he sat in the other, "Now, what have you brought daddy this time?" He asked taking the box from her, her blue eyes never left his as he lifted the top up, "Aw, baby cakes, did you make me a cake?" The girl nodded in response, "How thoughtful of you," he said reaching into the cake, he removed a hand gun, turned it on the guard, and shot him four times, "run." He said while the girl turned on her heels the doors behind her opened, reaching for her waistband, she pulled out a concealed knife and sliced the first guard's throat before running out of the room. The man ran behind her, firing more rounds off while she skidded around the corner to the elevator, ducking in time to avoid getting shot in the head, her father pulled the trigger once, and down went the guard. The two ran closing the elevator door behind them, the girl's heart was racing, her eyes wide, "Relax, we're just having some fun. Oh, but, don't tell your mother." He said ruffling her blonde hair before the elevator came to a halt on the first floor, the girl ran ahead once again.
"They're taking too long." A girl said peering out the back window of a black corvette, "Relax, Lyssa," a male with blonde hair said, "I have full faith in Cass. She'll get dad out." In the front sat a girl no older than seventeen, her black hair pulled back into a bun with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, "I'll give them five more minutes then I'm peeling outta here, I aint waiting for no Bat." Alyssa opened the back door of the car before she spotted her 'sister' running towards the car, "Start the car," she said while the male cocked his gun stepping out of the car, "let's go." Alyssa swung herself onto the trunk of the car while it roared to life, her 'brother' started walking forward firing shots off at the guards behind his twin sister and father. Cass was the first to jump into the back, Alyssa swung herself back in while the man grabbed the back of the boys collar pulling him back into the car, "Go!" Alyssa said while her older sister punched the gas.
The car screeched around corners while they raced away from the Asylum, the black haired girl glancing nervously in the rearview every once in awhile, "Relax, Megan, we're not going to get caught." The boy said as his sister looked at him then back in the rearview, "Says you, I can hear the fuzz." "Stop being paranoid, my love, you'll cause suspicion." The man said grinning while Alyssa looked at Cass, her blue eyes staring out the window, she hadn't said a word, "Hey," Alyssa said nudging her with her ankle, "are you ok?" "She's fine! She performed fantastically, I've never been prouder of my daughter than I am today." Cass looked at them from the corner of her eye while Megan's own eyes, which were seething with anger, caught hers. Cass turned her eyes back out the window to avoid anymore eye contact with anyone in the car. Alyssa and her 'brother' looked at each other in silence before silence fell in the car.
Meanwhile back at the Asylum, Batman and Robin showed up to be greeted by Commissioner Gordon, his arms folded across his chest while the rest of the Gotham City Police Department tended to the deceased, or wounded, "Commissioner." Batman said walking up to him, "Batman, I would say it's good to see you, but anytime you're called, it's never a good time." "Who is it this time?" Batman asked, As if you had to ask, Robin thought to himself with a roll of his eyes, he could just tell by looking around the room, "Joker, he had a visitor earlier today, a young girl, maybe about fifteen or sixteen years of age according to one of the guards. The warden said it's his youngest daughter." "Wait, a biological daughter?" Robin asked, "I believe so, we never checked on the log what name she's using, not yet at least." Gordon responded, "Someone actually reproduced with him?" "Enough, Robin." Batman said glaring at him, "Sorry." Robin muttered under his breath, "The boy has a point," Gordon said, a slight smile showing, "but Joker has a following. We know of at least two biological daughters, one has moved out of Gotham, the other still lives with Harley Quinn. They say this blonde girl just recently took interest in him about two or three months ago," "Here's the log, Commissioner." "Thank you, Detective." Gordon said looking over the log book, a frown etched on his face, "Cassata Quinn." He said handing the log to Batman, "So it is his biological daughter." "That's what it seems; we can run the name against birth records, try and figure out when she was born." "That's not necessary." Batman said handing it back, "We will figure it out when we return to the Batcave. What's the total of the casualties?" "Two, the guard that was standing in the room with Joker and his daughter, another that came rushing in after hearing shots fired. The second guard took a knife to the neck; the warden said it took him about five minutes to bleed out."
"Either Joker is getting sloppy, or he didn't want to expose his daughter to so much violence."
"Like I said, Batman, she is young. For all I know, Joker could be preening her to commit more crimes. GCPD will keep an eye out."
"Any idea where Joker went?"
"None. The guards outside said they both seemed to disappear, the only thing that happened were shots being exchanged, but that was it."
"This was planned, this was no coincidence. Track Harley Quinn's movements. If we can find her, we'll find Joker; meanwhile Robin and I will do our own research. We'll be in touch."
"As will we."
The Commissioner and Batman shook hands firmly before Robin and him left, "What now, Bruce?" Dick asked quietly while they walked past a few GCPD cops, "There's nothing we can do currently, we go back with the knowledge we have and go from there."
TBC….