Hey, Luka here and I'm starting my very own Fem. Wally Young Justice Fic! And here's the basic idea, I don't believe anyone starts out evil, its just a chain of events that lead them to be criminals or/and villains, and I don't make any exceptions to that belief, not even to the Joker and lets face it, even villains need vacations. So my idea is, while Joker takes his vacation in Central City, he finds a peaceful family murdered with their newborn infant as the sole survivor, Joker becomes attached to the baby girl and takes her in as his own, but after discovering Harley Quinn dead, he hides his new daughter away. Now, after many years of hiding and secret training, Star is ready to join her father in crime as Siren, the new Princess of Crime, but on her first night, she sees a horrid sight, her father captured by the Justice League. Fuelled by her thirst for revenge for not just her mother, but now her father, Star, armed with her unique magical powers, is ready to take down the Justice League once and for all…but is it really what she wants to do?
Chapter 1: A Beginning
Flashback ~sixteen years ago~
Joker grumbled to himself as he trekked for the annoyingly quiet and sickeningly peaceful part of Central City, the kind of neighbourhood where you could leave your doors unlocked and could always count on your neighbours. Whatever possessed Harley to think this was the perfect vacation spot for him, he'll never know, but, eh, may as well in joy it while it lasted, never know when he'll get to enjoy another vacation again. Besides, Harley would never let him hear the end of it.
Joker blinked in surprise at actually noticing something off in this otherwise perfect neighbourhood. Now Joker wasn't an idiot as he often portrayed himself as, he was just as observant as Bats when he wanted to be. Every house he's seen so far had its door closed and the pavement was spotless and the gate itself was not just closed but locked.
This particular house, almost identical in structure to its neighbours, had its front door wide open and the gate gave an eerie squeak as the breeze gave it tiny pushes every three minutes. Also, a very distinct detail caught his eye, the path leading up to the porch and the porch itself had a very fresh trail of equally fresh blood leading into the home.
Joker debated upon whether or not to go in, it wasn't his problem nor did he know whoever lived here, heck it wasn't even his city. So why should he care? With that last thought, Joker was about to move on, when a sudden sound pierced the air, making him freeze as his blood went cold, purple eyes widening; it was a baby's cry. Now despite what Joker may due in his crimes, even he had his morals, if there was one person he'd never harm it was a child, let alone a harmless baby, traumatize mentally maybe, but never physically harm. Hey, even he was human and had to put his foot down somewhere.
Fearing the child was hurt, but still on guard, Joker cautiously entered the property. He had to tiptoe to avoid disturbing the blood trail, why mess with someone's work and besides, he didn't need this pinned on him. He paused hesitantly at the door and looked around for a moment before entering.
The first thing that greeted him aside from the blood trail was a fairly organized closet space by the door with shoes and boots beneath the jackets and coats, ahead of him was two doorways that went to different spaces with the stairs sitting innocently between them. The trail lead into the room on the left and Joker cautiously followed, while grabbing an umbrella. Hey, being around Batman so long can make anyone paranoid, besides, he had his fair share of backstabbers.
What he saw barely made him flinch, but it still made his stomach lurch. Two bodies laid in a pool of blood, one a man with fiery red hair and lifeless light blue eyes with fair skin having various bruises all over his body, must have been bludgeoned to death, his face was just barely touched.
The woman on the floor wasn't as lucky, having various different cuts and scratches from two different objects, her long brown hair was mangled and matted to either the floor, her chest or once lovely face, her lifeless emerald eyes were the only distinguish thing left. Boxes and drawers littered the floor, signifying the intent was to rob, but everything had gone horribly wrong.
The baby's crying cut Joker out of his musings as he back-tracked, following its cry and up the stairs after putting the umbrella back. There were various pictures of the man and woman on the walls, the most recent should the two with a blonde man and another woman with the same hair as the dead man, but with emerald green eyes and the now dead woman was pregnant, before he spied a hospital photo of the woman cradling a bundle in her arms.
Upon entering the nursery, he nearly blanched at how sickeningly cute it was with bright pink and white everywhere and bunnies, hearts and butterflies were everywhere he looked. Looking into the crib, he gave a tiny smile at seeing the baby was fine, scared and confused granted, but physically fine nonetheless, dressed in a white diaper with cute little ducky-print under a pink nightgown, her bright, beautiful emerald hues stared up at him, wide and curious, but also confused and scared, innocent. It got him right in the heart. She was fairly small, even for a newborn, giving him the idea she was considerably premature with her father's fair skin and wisp of red hair, but her mother's beautiful eyes.
Joker then faltered, wondering what to do. He couldn't just leave the child here, she'd surely starve if her parents' murderers didn't decide to come back and finish the job first. Besides, if he left her here, there was a chance she'd be place in a foster home or worse, an orphanage. She'd surely be killed from the improper care those places had and he knew first hand that no child deserved that.
An idea crossed his mind, what if he took her with him back to Gotham? Surely no one would miss one little baby girl? Looking into those green eyes, now bubbling with brightness and innocent curiosity, he couldn't help but think of the possibilities of raising the little girl as his own, it wouldn't be that hard getting her back to Gotham, the question was how to keep her hidden from the Bat.
He smiled at her, making her coo as she reached up for him, wanting to be held most likely. Being careful and above all gentle, he picked the bubbly baby girl up and cradled her lovingly. She'd definitely be worth the trouble if he got to see that smile every day.
Besides…Harley's always wanted a baby to call her own.
End Flashback.
Within a secret facility just outside Gotham, a several well-armed men in army-print clothing kept guard of the few buildings within the large land as well as the sole entrance and exit of the fenced-in grounds. Within one building several contraptions were at work to form an obstacle course that involved sneaking around undetected through various different scenarios while disarming alarms and not getting caught by the dummies that acted as fake guards, dodging various sharp projectiles and laser-beam alarms, all to get to the goal, a single green gem.
Working her way through this obstacle course was a single, figure standing to be as tall as a girl entering her early teens wearing a pure black body suit with her hair tucked into a black cape with a face mask and gloves with sole and toe-less black socks. She elegantly and gracefully twisted her body through the lasers with practiced ease stretching her body in almost painful ways and angles until she reached the other side.
She smiled to herself, this was getting easier every time she did the course. It being a given since she did it almost every day a week ever since she was deemed ready by her father to being her physical training. She smiled as she walked up to the pedestal where her prize sat, but then paused, looking suspicious, before kneeling down and pried out a piece of metal to reveal hidden wires.
"Nice try dad," She smirked as pulled out a pair of small manicure scissors from her pouch, "But I learn from my mistakes." With that said, she grasped the wires and cut them, only for the lights to immediately turn on, making her jump to her feet in surprised-anger.
"What did I do now?" She shouted in disbelieved-anger as her father's henchmen began cleaning up her obstacle course, a few throwing small words of comfort and praise her way. But her attention was up on the metal walkways where her father stood in all his famed glory. The past seventeen years did nothing on his appearance, his green hair as bright and vibrant as ever and he showed no signs of inward aging, his ever impressive strength ever present.
Her father, the Joker, shook his head. "You cut all the wires at once," He stated matter-of-factly, before looking at her with a raised eyebrow, "Why not take the time to look through your guide book to find the correct wire that would simply de-activate the alarm?"
Now usually the Joker wouldn't care much for these little details, but for her, he spared no detail untouched. This was his protégé, the girl he had been grooming since childhood to one day take over his crime wave once she was older, this was his daughter. He would spare no effort in making sure she was ready for the real world; he wouldn't lose her like he did her mother.
In response, the girl removed her mask and hat, revealing a beautiful face of a girl who physically look thirteen, fourteen at best, a disorder they soon discovered ran in her mother's family. Her lovely, heart-shaped face was soon framed but mid-back-long, smooth, fiery red hair that seemed to glow in the lights as her freckled, pale face showed little physical effort from her activities, her emerald eyes blazing with life.
"I would have if I had no been so prideful and missed that one sensor alarm," His daughter answered motioning to the one sensor alarm that she didn't de-activate, "I hadn't noticed it, till I was already halfway through the lasers and I knew, if this were real instead of a simulation, I'd have less than five minutes to get the gem and then get out before the guards arrived, I decided to take a chance."
The Joker was silent at her response, before turning to the sole villains he entrusted with his daughter's very well-being; Klarion the Witch Boy, who had his cat Teekl, and Captain Cold. It had been when he discovered his daughter's unique…talents that he had to seek out a teacher to help her master them and he didn't trust that other magical villain Kadbra or whatever his name is as far as he could throw him.
Also Klarion was closest to his daughter's age so he could best work with her and Klarion was curious to see what potential a magical creature from their world could possess. Besides, Teekl soon grew attached to her, followed shortly by her master. Captain Cold was the only villain with medical knowledge he could trust because Cold knew what it was like to have kids, even if he didn't claim James and Harvey as his own.
"I think the kitten did really good today with or without her powers," Klarion said with a smirk as the girl in question glared at him, "You have to give her points for guts."
"For once, I'm going to have to agree with the boy," Captain Cold agreed, "She did do a remarkable job and she didn't have any of your little cheats."
"You do have a point…" Joker admitted making his daughter perk up. "Does that mean you'll take me into Gotham with you?" She asked excitedly, gathering a light pink aura in her legs, allowing her to speed up so she was right next to them in less then five seconds. The unique thing about her was her magical gifts varied, much like Klarion's powers, only they didn't harbour any negative energy like his did.
"Now Star, let's not get too hasty," The Joker said making her almost literally deflate in disappointment. "But dad!" Star protested. "No buts, you know why I built this place," Joker retorted. "Yeah, to keep me safe until either my eighteen birthday or I can defend myself," She replied crossing her arms, "Dad I can fight better than any of your…silly henchmen."
"Hey!" A few of the henchmen shouted, offended. "Not you guys!" She shouted back before returning her attention to her father, "Not to mention smarter and more cunning, I'm starting to be able to hold my own against Klari without having to use the you-know-what!" Joker didn't want to admit it, but she had a point.
"Oi!" Klarion suddenly shouted, "What did I say about calling me that?"
"Then don't call me 'kitten'!" Was Star's retort. "Enough, the both of you!" Captain Cold scolded, honestly he got enough of this from James and Hartley.
"Enough!" The Joker said getting their attention, "Star, I don't like the idea of you out there so soon," She was about to protest, but stopped when he continued, "But! I can't deny you are in fact able to hold your own against Klarion in a magical fight as well as me in a physical fight, so…" He smiled gently at her, "I think you are ready."
Star gasped, before squealing happily as she glomped her father, repeating 'thank you' so many times so fast Klarion, Teekl and Captain Cold couldn't keep up. "I'm really going to do crime with you, tonight?" Star asked excited as many henchmen stared.
"What are you all looking at?" Klarion asked with a glare as Teekl hissed warningly, making them quickly go back to work. "Now, hold it there, Princess!" Joker said quickly, catching her by the scruff of her suit before she could speed off again, "Who said anything about tonight? We still need to get you a costume and mask."
"Why bother with a mask?" Captain Cold asked making Joker frown, "No one even knows she even exists."
"Because you don't know Bats like I do," Joker said patiently, while mentally listing off the reasons, "It's better safe then sorry, you never know what can happen, I'm paranoid and I'm her father; take your pick!"
"Ooh…" Star pouted at the idea of still having to wait before being able to leave the facility, but shrugged with a small smile, "Ah, well, I've waited this long."
"And it won't be much longer," Joker assured her, knowing she's been waiting for this her whole life, "Your costume's already done, we're just waiting for one last thing."
"Just so long as it's ready soon!" Star grinned but then squealed again and took off before they could stop her, shouting in excitement, "I'm going to be a villain!" She whooped happily as she slid down the railing to the bottom floor, before running out the building as Joker watched with concern.
"You can't protect her forever, you know," Captain Cold told him upon noticing his expression. "I know…" Joker replied sighing, "But that doesn't mean I can't try."
Meanwhile, Star giggled happily as she ran to her personal part of the facility, a two story building that had its own basement with a high-tech kitchen and spotless dining room, five bedrooms, two bathrooms (one on each floor) and Star converted the basement into her personal workshop so she could practice her magic without being disturbed. It was spacious and organized, much like her room. Shelves full of both spell books, books on rituals and potions, both good and bad, jars of roots, herbs and other assortments used for her magic, vials of liquids of various colors. Knifes, cups, spoons and bowls were not as neatly arranged on one of her tables and a single space was used when she needed to draw symbols for spells or rituals.
"I can't believe I'm finally going to be a villain!" Star said to herself excitedly, a habit she picked up after so many years of being by herself for the most part as she trotted down the stairs to her workshop, "Is it going to be a normal heist? Maybe rob a bank? Ooh! What if I get to fight Bat-drool and Rob-dork?" As much as she didn't like the idea of heroes raining on her and her father's fun, she did like the idea of fighting them, maybe it'll finally show her father she wasn't a child anymore, despite her appearance.
'I'm going to have to be prepared,' Star mused as her eyes glowed light green, causing a matching aura to surround one of her books and it levitated over to her. Taking it she began to thumb through the pages, looking over the different spells that may prove useful, unlike most magicians, Star didn't need to say actual words for most spells, mostly just for rituals or the rare potion.
'Hmmm…turning people into humans, turning animals into humans, turning inanimate objects alive, picking locks, ooh, teleportation…nah, learned that last week,' Star thought as she looked through the spells, before tossing the book. "There must be something in here…" Star said looking through the magical titles.
Despite common knowledge, magic wasn't as easy as it often appeared, it took a lot of concentration to just simply levitate something for a certain amount of time. Of course, Star had years of training by the best under her belt so it was a breeze for her now, her lust for learning only made it all the more easier along with her perfectionist nature.
As her father taught her, perfecting a skill makes you deadly, while leaving it how it was made you sloppy and puts you in trouble.
Me: And that is that, Star is the seventeen-year-old daughter of the Joker and is the sole survivor of a family killing. She's also a Fem! Wally! This is going to be fun to work with! Especially since she has powers other than super-speed.
