AN: Hi! I know that there are several stories similar to this out there, but please take the time to read mine. If anyone found this because their reading my Hunger Games story, I have not given up on it, I just am having writers-block sorry.

Please note that I own noting execpt the storyline and my OC Jessie.

I have never had a "normal" upbringing. I knew how to shoot a gun at five. I robbed my first store when I was six. I knew seven ways to take down a full grown man when I was seven. And I knew most every curse word out there by the time I was eight. If I had a choice I never would have grown up like this, but you can't choose your parents… And mine are about as bad as they come. See I happen to have the misfortune of being the child of two of Gotham's most notorious super villains. I'll give you three guesses as to who they are. Heck I'll even give you a clue, it's my name: Jessie Quinn. Yeah my childhood was that good…

I had learned to be prepared very early in life. All of my shit was stuffed in a pack that I could grab at a moment's notice. So when The Bat started radin' our warehouse to get my parents, I grabbed my pack, and headed for the sewers. I hadn't even run ten yards before I ran in to a kid wearing tights.

"What the Hell?" He seemed completely confused by the presence of an unknown thirteen year old in the sewers, yards away from the Jokers current hideout. Despite his confusion I recognized him: The Bat-Brat. I did the first thing I could think of, I hit him. And ran.

I heard him yell in shock, but I didn't slow. I was shocked at how quickly he got up though, I punched hard.

"Hey! Wait!" He screamed chasing after me "I can help you!"

"Fat chance, you bastard," I said quietly, trying to run faster.

As the chase continued I had to admit the kid impressed me, I was going as fast as possible, using the most confusing route I could, but I still couldn't lose him. I suppose he wasn't as stupid as he looked. I don't know how long the chase continued for, but I finally found a place to head above ground. I ran to the nearest convenience store, and headed straight to the bathroom. I cleaned up as best I could; I ran a brush through my blonde hair (and did my best to wash it in a sink. The stuff that got in my hair from climbing through the sewers was nasty). Once I was finished I exited through the window. I looked around and smiled, I had finally lost the Boy-Blunder. I headed to Red's place, looking for a place to sleep; luckily it wasn't far from where I was.

"Hey Ivy," I said with a smile as the opened the door "Got a place for me to stay?"

"Of course darling," she said smiling at me; Red was basically my second mother.

After I had a proper shower, Ivy and I started talking.

"So what happened this time Jessie?"

"Batman"

"Oh… Is Harley…?"

"Don't know"

"Did you get hurt at all?"

"No," That was I tiny lie, my hand stung slightly from punching Robin, but nothing major.

"What happening other than Batman?"

"Not much… Red, do you think I should leave?"

"Leave… Gotham? Your parents?"

"I don't know both? Find a place where the adults aren't in Arkham every other week,"

"If you wanted to,"

"I think I do… I don't think I would leave Gotham altogether it's still my home, and I would still keep in touch, but maybe find some rich folks, get them to pity me, then bam! One stable environment coming up," I said with a smile.