Hi there:D!

I do not own anything but my OC.

Anyways this was originally, going to be a one-shot but I think its good enough to be continued? What do you think? I'd love the nice reviews:') Constructive criticism only! And if you must flame.. Send me a P.M.

Anyways I hope you enjoy! :D

P.s Im still continuing- she wants to be, its just Im a little slow on idea's

~ XsmileForMeX

I stood at the end of a dark street. All that was lighting it up, was a million tiny glowing orange lights, which came from the street lamps in the distance.

I had once stood here with my father. I had once brought chaos and terror to Gotham City.

I destroyed lives and made my dad proud, but now my life was destroyed. Everything I ever cared about…gone.

One bullet was all it took. a fatal shot.

My dad had took countless beatings and also countless bullets, but that one bullet ended his life in less than a minute. On this very street I stood on, it was all so hard to believe.

Most people would go and give the man who shot my father a pat on the back. When the news announced, that he was indeed stopped once and for all. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole city, started cheering and had street parties. To celebrate the death of the one, and only family member I had left.

I started to stroll down the street, smiling. Dad liked it when I smiled.

The tears of anger and sadness, welled up in my eyes. They soon spilled down my cheeks, making some of my mascara leave a black trail, and hit the pavement in which I walked on.

They're was so much blood shed that night. He tried to keep smiling and laughing.

Though you could see he was in pain. They all stood by and watched as I fell to my knees in front of him, trying to stem the bleeding.

Batman, The commissioner, his goons and the other police officers.

I asked them to get help.

They all just stood back, practically letting him die, and when he had they took me too the MCU. It was pretty easy to escape from.

I'd told them, he was just a tortured soul. He wasn't all bad.

He'd taken care of me after all.

By being bad, I was just trying to make him happy, make him truly smile and mean it.

I wanted to be good and help people, not murder and maim but it was too late for that now.

I stopped at the other end of the street, before turning around slowly and staring down the other end.

I wanted to lay down and die, just where he had… No! that's what he wanted.

Revenge.

He wanted to bring this city to its knees, show them the funny side.

I would do it. I would show them all.

Except revenge was the only word, circling my mind at that very moment.

But it wasn't all about revenge, as my dear daddy had said "Its about sending a message."

I sat down crossed legged on the sidewalk as the rain started coming down, making my mascara run down my eyes and cheeks.

"They'll all know me as… The Jokers daughter." I whispered, smiling to myself.