Authors note: Hi everyone! This is my first-ever fanfic. I'm really excited about it. Anyway, if you don't like this format, have any comments or questions, feel free to tell me. If you like it, feel free to tell me, too. xD
Anyway, thanks for reading. :3
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"Oh the Micro-Napper Strikes again!"
A chuckle emitted from the back of the bar, coming out of the wrinkled mouth of a man, his head down, bringing his glass to his lips, shaking his head.
"What a load of bologna. Everyone knows that it's just some kid who's looking for thrills and giggles. And the Micro-Napper? What kind of idiotic name is that?"
The man hung his head, chuckling a bit, holding his glass in both of his hands. He looked at the young woman and smirked.
"I used to have a daughter who talked like you. Had blonde curls, too. Would'a been about your age. What are you, eighteen?"
The blonde woman chuckled, "Caught me. Don't tell anyone?" She pushed one of her springy curls behind her ear, and took a sip out of her glass. "Where is she?" She asked.
The man's face dropped instantly. "She… uh… She went missing a few months ago..."
"Ah, geez, man. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bring up ghosts from your past, I-"
"Nah. No problem. Guess it was her time to go. Never found her body, though. Tore her mother's heart out." The man shook his head.
"I, uh… I'd better go for the night." Replied the young woman, a nervous look flickering in her eyes. She reached in her pocket and gently set a few bills on the counter, and quickly shuffling out of the bar.
The bar was now eerily silent, and empty, save for the one man, a look of pain on his face, warm tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
"Piper, Piper… God, I miss you so much…"
- A Year Earlier -
"Daddy, lighten up. You need to stop taking your work so damn seriously." Said the small girl, slumped down, feet resting on the desk of the very aggravated looking man.
"Princess, please let daddy work." He said, shaking his head. The girl pulled herself up into a sitting position and rested her elbows on the edge of the very expensive looking wooden desk.
"Work? That's all you care about now-a-days." She said, frowning slightly.
The man sighed.
"Piper, we're on the verge of catching one of the most elusive men in all of Gotham." He said, shaking his head.
"Why do you always shake your head when you're nervous? Besides, that Scarecrow guy isn't so scary. Bet I could take him," Piper held her fists up and chuckled.
Her father was not amused.
"Not the Scarecrow, princess. Someone more terrible." He replied. Piper frowned. "So like, he kills people? A lot of people?" She asked.
Her father nodded.
"And as deputy commissioner, it's my duty to do as best as I can to find this freak." He answered.
Piper sighed heavily. She leaned back down and scanned the mess of papers strewn around her father's desk. Something caught her eye.
Reaching over the other papers, she picked up the card and studied it.
"Baby, don't touch that, it's evidence!" Her father exclaimed, snatching the card from her hands. Piper rolled her eyes. "That's not evidence, daddy, that's just a playing card. A Joker, even. Nothing to get all worked up about."
Her father shook his head.
Piper smiled. "Well, when you're feeling up to facing your family, me and mom will be in the dining room. Eating. You should try it."