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The Girl Behind the Broken Smile

The night was pressing heavily and the street were oddly silent. A young woman . . . or what appeared to be a young woman sit with her back against the alleyway's brick wall. A sigh escaped her throat as she thought back on her life, on how if she was anyone else she would be dead by now. She smiled a small cynical smile. Her life was shit and she knew it, but she met some interesting people because of it. A low chuckle tickled her throat as leaned her head back against the wall. The facts of her life:

1. Her mother never loved her.

2. Her brother wasn't really her brother.

3. She was sorta psychological experiment.

4. She is technically dead. . . Well according to the authorities anyway

5. Her dad has become a fucking crazy clown criminal, also known as the Joker.

No normal person would be handling this all so well, not to mention all the stuff left out the 'Fuck My Life List', she wanted to curl up somewhere and cry, scream, hurt but that is seen as weakness and something you don't show on the streets of Gotham. She let out a long breathy sigh as she stood from her resting place. "It's about time dad and I have a talk," she states to herself as she stares blankly in front of her. One thought came to her in that moment, 'This isn't going to go well.' She walked with dread building in her chest, she knew that day was the day when she would have to confront her father . . . when she had to confront the Joker. Her father had always had this dark side to him, she called that side Mister J because while he was a part of her father she didn't think of him as her father, thus the name. Jack Napier that was the name of her father. She smiles as a faded worn memory came into her mind, it was of the three of them at the park. Three of them meaning her brother, Hydan, herself, and her father. A melancholic sigh escaped from her lips. 'Hydan,' she thought pain running rampant through the expression on her face, 'he may not have been my brother but he cared' she thought as a tear tried desperately to escape from the trap of her long eyelashes. She wiped her eyes furiously. Weakness isn't something she showed often and it pissed her off that she nearly broke her promise to herself, the promise to never be weak again. She looked up at the door of the warehouse she seemed to have suddenly appeared at. She scowled at herself for being so distracted by her thoughts. She opened the door dramatically smiling like a mad woman, then again maybe she was. Mad that is. "SO, MISTER JAYYYYYYYH, WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK!" she yelled in an overly happy tone. "What is it you want, Dollface?" The Joker practically growling at me. "Oh, you are gonna love this convo Mister J, it needs to be a private one." She giggled false happiness. "Ah okay?" The questioning tone in the Joker's voice was thick. They strolled into one the rooms of the warehouse, a weary smile placed itself on her lips as the Joker shut and locked the door behind him. He looked up into her face seeing something was really bothering his young prodigy. "Rogue," he sighed, "What's wrong?" Rogue's smile became easier, she let out the sigh that had building in her throat, "You're not gonna believe me." Joker's face twisted its self into a frown before finally speaking, "Isn't that supposed to be my decision?" Smirking as the question left his lips. "I suppose so," was Rogue's only response. A long pregnant silence occurred shortly after. "Rogue!" Joker growled in warning. The breath that escape Rogue's throat she feared would her last, as she prepared herself to let the cat of the bag, "I know that you had a daughter before you became the Joker," Rogue kept her eyes directed at him watching as he tensed up. "I know the authorities think she burned to death in a fire," Rogue heard a sharp almost piercing intake of breath take by the Joker, by her dad. "I know you took her the park and tucked her in at. . ." "Shut the hell up." She was cut off by a heavily breathing Joker. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He screamed at the unblinking Rogue, he stalked closer to her until he was up in her face. He growled threateningly at her, "Well! Answer me bitch!" Rogue refused the wince that threatened to grace her face and responded calmly with a dead eyed stare, "I am your daughter. I didn't die in that fire and have been learning to fight since your accident, that apparently made you forget mom, and Hydan, and I." A sharp slap stung her face as the Joker let his feelings be known. "You're a lying bitch" venom dripping in his voice. Rogue refuse to let the pain that her heart was experiencing show on her face, her dead eyes turn to look at her dad as she turns her head back in his direction, a smile graced her face as she numbed herself to everything. She spoke to him as if he was a child, "Now, now just because you can't accept the truth, doesn't make it any less true." Rogue turned on her heels, just as Batman crashed through the one window in the room. 'Could he have any worse timing?' Rogue mused to herself as her signature smirk made its way to her face. Her father at that moment chooses to scream, "You're not my daughter! You, fucking crazy bitch." "Can we do this later? We have a certain flying rodent to deal with." Rogue stated turning face the Batman. "No, you do," Joker screamed maniacally throwing grenades he got from his jacket as he ran from the room. Rogue's eyes widened just realizing her father basically just tried to kill her. She froze to her spot in terror and pain, 'How could he?' She thought bitterly, 'How fucking could he?' She was so in shock that she didn't even feel when the Batman pulled her along with him to safety. The grenades exploding is what snapped her out of her shocked stupor. Her instance taking over as she plants a solid kick to the Bat's abdominal region of his body. She growled low at him as he quirked an eyebrow at her. "Is this how you thank people that save your life?" He asked amused. "I didn't ask you too." Rogue snarled at him like an animal. He laughed at her letting his amusement be shone. "What the hell Batman? Did you finally get that stick out of your ass? Or are you high? Either way it is an improvement." Rogue practically giggled out. She watched as his face went from amuses to stoic. "You're coming with me," he states in gravel like voice. "Oh no to the fuck I am not," amusement dancing in her eyes. She backflips off the building they are currently standing on.