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-Lizzy Skellington

The Joker's Little Girl Part 2 Chapter 1

Alice Quinn woke up to hysterical laughter. She glanced to her left. It was her clown alarm clock. Her hand limply hit the top of the clowns to make it stop laughing. Alison stretched and threw the warm purple comforter of her.

She sleepily walked to her 'bathroom'. Shedding her purple pajamas and green socks, her feet quivered against the cold granite floor. Walking to the moldy shower curtain, she moved it the side and stepped in. The dry metal made her palm ach as she turned the left knob, which only sometimes, produced hot water. She held her birthday wish back for warm water, because she was most likely going to need it for something more important later today. Freezing rain fell upon her. It oddly felt good, last night she had been so exhausted from training so hard that she didn't take a shower. There was only a little bit of generic coconut scented shampoo left, but since Alice had short hair, it did not matter. After shutting off the water and drying off, she carefully walked to the rusted sink.

Her tooth brush was the only thing in her 'bathroom' that was not in serious need of replacing. That was something her Father always made sure she had, was great dental supplies. It wasn't like she needed a warm dinner or nice clothes as long as she had a clean, white smile.

Her gaze fell upon her reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink. Her damp short brown hair drooped in small waves along her head and her green eyes looked tired. But it didn't matter. Soon she wouldn't have to train as hard, once the people of Gotham knew her name and feared her. She grinned. Each tooth in her mouth lined in a straight row. Her heart lurched in fear. She looked like him. Her gaze fell to her toothbrush in disgust. How could she be like him, when she couldn't even look at him? Sighing, she scurried into her bedroom.

Dressing in black pants and a purple t shirt she made her way to the make shift gym her parents had. The previous night Alice had stayed up and trained by herself because today was her fourteenth birthday. Her parents were going to let her watch them do their profession. She frowned in her so- called- excitement. However the constant warmness in the back of her head seemed to blaze under her scalp from her nervousness. If she fails tonight, well, that was a thought she did not have time to think about at that moment. Swallowing the excess saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, along with her worries, she continued to get ready.

This was the day she had been training for her whole life. She remembered her father constantly knocking her down when she was little. "Learn how to take a punch Alice," he would tell her. So she did.

Alice began to doing cartwheels and bending forward then backward. Alice had a gymnast build like her mother. Her mother had been teaching her gymnastics ever since she was three years old. Alice did one final summersault then began her trek to the kitchen, or what her mother called a kitchen. What is was, was a electric dented refrigerator, a sink, much like the one in Alice's bathroom only bigger, an electric stove, a table and four chairs. The 'kitchen' was located at the very back of the Fun House. It was a somewhat long walk from her room, which was toward the front of the building.

Passing a slight glance toward the empty, fairly large dog house, Alice frown deepened even more slightly. The Hyenas had died a month or so ago. The young teen had noticed the signs, the slower movements, and their reluctance to eat. Finally, her Father had had enough and taken each dog outside. Her Mother had tried to stop him. However after a difficult, 'Sophie's Choice' type decision between Alice and the Hyenas, Harley hugged her daughter close to her, while crying in her hair, waited for the gun shots.

All Alice could do was embrace her mother back and hope that Aunt Ivy would come back from her trip to a plant research facility somewhere in Switzerland. Ivy had promised to call. It had been three months and no call.

Realizing she was about to enter the kitchen, Alice put a gig grin on her face. The only thing her Father hated more than Batman was a sad face.

"Hello Ace," said the Joker. He was wearing his usual purple tuxedo. She leaded down and stiffly hugged him.

"Morning Dad," she replied as she sat down opposite her father."Hey Mom."

"Hey Ally," said Harley as she set a plate of pancakes in front of her.

"Thanks," said Alice as she began to eat her breakfast.

Harley gave her a kiss on her head and went into the living room.

Then the Joker got a huge smile on his face. Alice began to wonder why they hadn't said happy birthday to her yet. Even though she never had a real birthday party, however, recognition of one's special day is always nice.

The Harley came back with a rectangular green box with a purple ribbon on it.

"Happy Birthday Alison!" her mother sang.

Alice pushed the plate away from her and her mother put the box in front of her. She opened the box. And inside was the gift that would change her life forever.

Inside the box was a costume. It was like Harley's only instead of red it was purple. And there was a black A surrounded by a red diamond. There was no white colure, frills or jester hat. And a black mask.

"I love it!" shouted Alice, all of her worries were suppressed for the time being as she felt the cloth in her hands. Something snapped inside her. And a true, pure grin spread across her face. "Can I try it on?"

"Later, but now we have to talk about tonight," replied the Joker.

After telling Alice the plan she smiled and laughed an aerie laugh.

All day The Joker, Harley, and Alice stayed at home practicing and going over the plan .

Over the years The Joker had been teaching Alice how to use a gun, kind of, the proper amount of laughing gas, and the dynamics of a whoopee cushion. So that day was just a review.

Harley had helped Alice put on white face paint.

At 11:00 p.m. they left the fair grounds. In the car The Joker was driving, Harley was sitting next to him, and Alice was in the back seat.

On the way Alice did her best not to bite her lip with worry. Her whole future depended on tonight, whether she would be a villain or nothing. Live or die. Pushing the thoughts down into her stomach, she kept a small, evil smile painted on her face.

When they got to the bank, the Joker said to Harley "Wait for the signal."

Harley nodded.

"Be careful Ally," said Harley, turning to look at her daughter.

Alice said "Don't worry mom, I will." She, Harley and the Joker got out of the car. The Joker motioned to Alice to go to the building next to the bank. She climbed the fire escape of the building. A quick flash of her flash light was the signal.

Harley and the Joker entered the bank. The bank itself was small. The roof had a glass window. That's the whole reason for choosing this place. So she could get a bird's eye view of the whole thing.

Her green eyes darted from side to side. She watched her mother kick one of the night guards and her father collect the money.

"You do get a wonderful view from up here, don't you?" said a teenage boys voice.

Alice whipped her head around.

The boy, was no other than the caped crusaders side kick, Robin.

Her self defense instincts took over. Alice gave him a high kick. Which he easily dodged. For a boy who is also fourteen years old he was very skilled. She tried again but with a blow to the face. Robin ducked. He then punched her in the face. She went flying about two feet. She was now in the center of the roof. Her whole body burned with anger. She was forced to hide it from her Father, but when she would fight, it all poured out for the world to see.

"You should have ducked," said Robin, walking toward her.

Alice got up and tried to hit him again, and again, and again. But Robin blocked every blow again, and again, and again. And again Alice was knocked on her bottom.

"What's your name?" asked Robin.

"I'm going to kick your ass! That's what my name is," shouted Alice as she punched Robin in the stomach. He was surprised by this and had no time to block it. He was knocked on his back.

Alice then cart wheeled off the building and on to the one behind it.

Robin slowly sat up. That last punch knocked the wind out of him. "Who was that?" he asked himself. It was dark so he didn't get a very good look. He thought it was a girl from the sound of her voice. When he tried to stand up the pain in his stomach became too intense. He sat back down until the pain subsided.

Alice was now a couple of buildings away from Robin. She was panting. She missed the whole thing just because Bird Boy couldn't mind him own business.

Alice heard a window crash. She quickly got off the building at ran around to the bank.

Batman was holding a baterang and her Father was on the ground laughing. Her mother was being held by Batgirl.

The police weren't there yet.

She didn't know where Robin was.

Alice quickly went to her parent's car and popped the trunk. Inside was a bazooka.

The bazooka was heavy, but after getting her balance, Alice went over to the window. She aimed it at Batman. And fired. A red net was fired from the bazooka. The blast broke the glass.

Batman whipped his head toward the broken glass. He was bound by red rope in a matter of seconds.

Batgirl looked over at Batman who was on the ground. Harley then punched Batgirl and kicked her. Batgirl went down.

"Come on!" shouted the Joker. He grabbed the bags that were filled with cash. He ran out of the bank. Harley was close behind him. Alice was already in the back seat. The Joker and Harley got into the car and sped off. They heard sirens off in the distance.

"And one of the most important things about being a great criminal is a clean getaway," said the Joker, smiling at his daughter. Alice smiled in relief.

Thirty seconds after the Joker and his family left, Robin finally showed up. Batgirl had freed Batman and he stood. Giving Robin a disappointed look, the trio heard police sirens.

"Let's go," said Batman. They ran out of the bank through the back door, and disappeared into the night.

Later in the Bat cave:

"Where were you?" Shouted Bruce Wayne.

"There was this girl and we got into a fight. I almost won but she caught me off guard," explained Tim Drake.

Bruce looked at him in shock. He didn't think they would take her out this early. But what else would he have expected from the Joker.

"You know who she is, don't you?" asked Tim.

"Her name is Alison Quinn," replied Bruce.

"You mean the Joker and Harley had a kid?" asked Tim. "Ew."

"Yes, be careful of her. She is the Joker and Harley rolled in to one," explained Bruce as he typed some things into his computer.

"Don't worry. Next time I'll get her," replied Tim as he walked out of the Bat cave.

In the Jokers car two minutes after they escaped.

"Alice, I know you took out Batman, which I am so proud of, and you obviously saw Bratgirl, but did you see the boy blunder?" asked the Joker.

"You mean Robin?" asked Alice. She knew it was a stupid question, but she didn't know if she should tell her parents because… she really couldn't think of a reason not to tell her parents.

"Yes Robin," said the Joker. "Did you see him?"

"Yeah, I mean yes, I kicked his butt too," said Alice. Smiling nervously, she remembered how her Father hated teenage talk. Knowing that if tonight was ruined, it would be her fault, she grasped her left hand in her right and squeezed, trying to rid the fire in the back of her head by distracting the pain as she bruising her fingers.

"Good! Did he bleed?" said asked the Joker.

"I don't think so," replied Alice.

"Well maybe next time," said the Joker, turning back to the wheel.

"Hey Daddy? I was wondering if maybe I could go on a heist by myself some time?" asked Alice. Then at least some of the pressure would be off.

"Hmmmm," said the Joker.

"I did take out Batman by myself," said Alice.

"I'll think about it," said the Joker.

Before Alice could stop herself, her voice came out in a beg."But Dad-."

"Ace I said I will think about it. Now I am tired!" shouted the Joker.

The warmness traveled down her neck and burned her shoulders. Alice just gazed out the window. She thought about Robin. I'll get you yet, boy blunder thought Alice, before she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

At the fairgrounds twenty minutes later:

The Joker and Harley pulled up to the fun house. It was only 12:30 pm. But it had been a long night for the three of them.

"Puddin' look," said Harley as she pointed to her sleeping daughter. The Joker smiled.

"You'll get the weapons in the morning. You grab the money, I'll get Alison," whispered the Joker. Harley and the Joker opened the car doors, and quietly shut them.

Harley grabbed the bags of money, while the Joker gently woke Alice. The three villains walked into the Fun House. All the while the Joker was telling Ace about how grand their next heist will be. Ace nodded slowly and tiredly.

The girl glanced to her mother. Harley worried expression was washed away by Ace's sleepy eyes.

The Joker slapped Alice on the back. She slightly lurched forward as if someone had shot espresso into her veins. "Well don't kiddo. Now go get some sleep, we have more training to do tomorrow."

The three departed to their own rooms.

Harley was already in bed. Her face paint was washed off and she was reading a book. The Joker then got dressed into his purple silk pajamas. And he got into bed next to his girlfriend.

"Hey Puddin'," said Harley putting down her book.

"What Harley?" groaned the Joker, who was sitting up and had his body turned to her.

"Do you think we should let Alice go on a heist by herself?" Asked Harley.

"Of course she is! I've been training her since she before she could walk," said The Joker.

"That doesn't make any-. Whatever. But what if something happens?" asked Harley.

"I mean if she gets thrown into Arkam it's not like she doesn't have loving parents that would break her out," said the Joker. He and Harley thought for a moment.

"Well, I think she's ready," said The Joker.

"But if she wants to go on a heist then who will give her a ride?" Asked Harley.

"We'll get her one," said the Joker with a devilish grin.

Meanwhile in Alice's bedroom:

Slipping under the covers, Alice's body tingles as in relaxed into the mattress. Her fist clenched the pillow as she remembered how angry Bird Boy how mad her. She had never felt so angry before! Breathing deeply she tried to forget him and the madness that surrounded her. Falling asleep without the craziness was easy after all these years, however it always seemed to return in her deep, sound part of her dreams. She bit her thumb to make the nightmare go away. No matter how hard she bit, even when the blood stained her teeth, the maniacal laughter echoed in her mind.

At Wayne Manor:

Tim slowly lifted the weight to his shoulder then back down. 'The Joker and Harley have a daughter? That's weird. And she's a villain. Has she even committed a crime yet? I don't think so, then why was she there? All I know is that I have to keep an eye on her. She could be worse than the Joker. She has Harley's moves and the Joker's brains. If I understand her now, she'll be easier to fight in the future.' He smirked at his plan then moved to the other arm.