Hey guys, I have had this story on my computer for over a year and a half and I am finally getting around to posting it. Its probably going to be a 4shot depending on how it develops. Thank you to my beta, angelrider13 for looking over my story/ I am a big batman fan but I have read and watched so many versions and read so much fanfiction that all the batman universes are kind of blurring together so please forgive me if I mention something that did not happen it the same universe as the Killing Joke Please read and review, I hope you like it. Just so you know the words that are in Italics is a scene I transcribed directly for the Killing Joke comic.
"I hate this," Jim Gordon said to his daughter with a frustrated sigh. He was going over his nightly ritual of clipping out newspaper articles from his cases to put in scrapbooks. "Whenever we jail him, I think please god keep him there. Then he escapes and we all sit round hoping he won't do anything too awful this time.
"Dad just once, leave your work at the office and relax? I made you Cocoa." Barbara said desperate to get her dad's mind off the Joker, at least for a while.
"Thank you sweetheart, I'll drink it when I've pasted this latest clipping in." he said with a small smile.
"You know I found that cat woman scrapbook you said was missing." Barbara told her dad while setting the tray of cocoa on the table in front of him. "Someday you ought to let me work out a proper filing system, like we used at the library. Urrgh look, you used too much paste! It's squidging under the edges of the clipping. You're going to get it on your pants.
"Barbara, you're fussier than your mother wa... "Jim started but stopped mid thought as he was interrupted by knocking." Was that the door?"
"Yeah. It'll be Colleen from across the street, tonight's our yoga class". She stood up to answer the door and glanced back at Jim. "C'mon Dad… company, put your scrapbooks away."
Jim,however, seemed to be too intothe article about Batman and the Joker he was currently reading, to comply. "Heh, look at this one, first time they met. Now what year was that?"
He seemed to be muttering to himself but Barbra answered anyway. "Well, I remember you describing the white face and green hair to me when I was a kid, scared the hell out of me."
The commissioner glanced up at this surprised and said, "I thought you'd be interested."
She smiled as she said,"Yeah, well, I had some interesting nightmares."
She opened the door and the first thing she registered was a flash of a muzzle pointed directly at her abdomen. She watched in horror as the Joker forced his way in, two of his goons not far behind.
She reacted institutionally instinctively. Working with the Batman definitely sped up your reflexes and within a second she had spun through the air kicking the gun out of the Joker's hand.
Barbra smiled at the rush that went through her. In that moment, she was no longer Barbra Gordon, librarian; no right now she was Batgirl, defender of the night.
Unfortunately, someone else realized this change at the exact same time. She could see the moment when the realization touched the Joker's eyes. His whole demeanor changed and he nearly fell to the ground as he was overcome with laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHA! No way... the Commissioner's daughter? HAHA! Seriously? HAHAHAHAHA! This is better than I could have hoped for!"
Barbra took a deep breath and decided to play stupid. "I don't know what you mean."
A sinister grin appeared on his face "Don't you? I've only seen a kick like that from one person before tonight m'dear." He backed her up until she stumbled back into a chair. He leaned over her griping the arm rests. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face and she froze waiting for his next move.
Suddenly, the Joker started laughing again and turned to his henchman. "And to think I just came by to prove a point to your dear old dad. Boys, it seems our trap for Mr. Gordon…caught a Bat instead."
Barbra glanced over at her dad, trying to gauge his reaction to this news and saw his face completely glossed over in shock.
"No," He said trying to deny the knowledge that was starting to take shape in his brain. The worst part was it all made sense: all the last nights, her admiration for the caped crusader, how she seemed more confident recently. He shook his head again. "No, it's not possible."
"Oh dear, did I just let the cat out of the bag? It seems like you guys need to have a nice long talk, unfortunately there won't be time for that. You're coming with me." He said gesturing to Barbra with ill-disguised glee on his face.
When she showed signs of refusing he raised his gun and pointed it at the commissioner. "It's your choice, you can either come with me or I will shoot Jimmy boy where he stands. One…two…thr…"
"OKAY! Okay, I'll come with you. Just don't hurt him."
"Babs don't…" Jim started.
"Dad, it's going to be ok" she said with a small smile, trying to reassure him.
"Now Barb, hasn't any one ever told you it's wrong to lie to your dad?" The Joker smirked "Not that you had a problem with it for the last few years."
Barbra glared at him but didn't dignify him with a response. Instead, she ran to her dad and hugged him. In seconds, the Joker's bodyguards grabbed her and separated them.
"Let's go boys!" the Joker ordered, and as they left Barbra and Jim made eye contact and an understanding passed through him. She nodded and then was gone.
As soon as he was sure the Joker was gone Jim reached into his back pocket and grabbed what Barbara had slipped in when she hugged him. It was a phone… a very high tech phone. Why had she given him this?
He opened the contacts and saw only one number: Batman. This must be her emergency cell. If he was going to get Barb back he needed help and that meant the Caped Crusader but one thing was for sure, he was about to get an earful.