Disclaimer: I do not own The Dark Knight in any way whatsoever. WHY? WHY CAN'T I???? um....yeah, forget you saw that.

Summary: Bruce finds out that he has a daughter from a woman he had a one night stand with. In a weird way, she becomes the Joker's new favorite obsession. With stalking her, he finds out Batman's true identity.

This was the toally random idea I got while watching the Dark Knight


A death of someone you truly love is so hard for one to get over; it was hard, even for Bruce Wayne.

Rachel was the one person he felt such a strong love for; even when she chose Harvey Dent over him. After all those girls he 'dated' to make Rachel jealous, he could never forget her.

Getting over a death that you were responsible for is harder. Especially if it was the death of the one who was supposed to lead Gotham City out of the dark times. Harvey Dent was manipulated by the Joker, fooled into thinking that the only thing to even things out was to kill one of Gordon's family members.

Unknown to him that night, he would be the one dying instead. Many people looked at the bright side, now Harvey and Rachel were in heaven together. Away from all the pain and torture down in Gotham.

The Joker was locked up in jail once more, with more guards around him. And none of those guards were interested in listening to the Joker's crazy stories.

"Mr. Wayne, are you feeling alright?" Alfred walked into Bruce's bedroom. Bruce didn't answer, he continued to look out to the city that has now labeled him the bad guy and are hunting him down.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"Yes, Alfred?" Bruce turned around to face his trusty butler and long time friend.

"I asked you if you are feeling alright?"

"Not really." Bruce confessed. He headed over to his bed and flopped down onto it, face first.

", you need to stop blaming yourself for Rachel and Harvey's deaths."

"I know that Alfred." Bruce turned onto his side. "It's just so hard. I was so sure that she was the one meant for me." Alfred was going to continue on with the conversation until he remembered the real reason why he had gone to Mr. Wayne.

"By the way sir,You have a guest. A young lady who goes by the name of Syona."

"Oh, is she a reporter? A college student?" Bruce picked up his jacket he had resting on a chair and was getting ready to put it back on.

"No sir, she says she's here looking for her father."

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"Wow, this place is so BIG!" A girl around 17 years old stared in awe at the big house she now stood in. She was acting like a kid that just woke up to open his presents at Christmas. The large purple duffel bag that hung around her shoulder jumped up and down as she ran from one end of the room to the other, looking at everything in sight.

"Miss Syona?" The girl turned around to face the person who called her. Her eyes lit up when she saw Bruce Wayen; her mouth was wide open. "You're Syona, right?" She remembered who she was in front of, and immediately closed her mouth.

"Yes, I'm sorry about that. Are you…Bruce Wayne?"

"I am." He put his hand out for her to shake. Instead of doing so, she charged into him for a hug. A loud grunt was heard from the sudden impact.

"Uh, excuse me?" Strong hands grabbed onto her slender shoulders and pushed her away from him. "But who are you?"

"OH yes, I'm sorry, once again. Let me start over." She dropped the bag onto the floor. She unzipped it and put her arms in there, searching for whatever was important.

Out came a rainbow colored folder, inside were various papers and pictures. The pictures were of a young lady and Bruce Wayne in higly suggestive positions. She finally found the one thing she was looking for. A birth certificate

"My name is Syona Malfin. And I'm your daughter." She held up the birth certificate with pride, expecting Bruce to be happy about finding out that she's his daughter. She, unfortunately, got the opposite reaction.

"Mr Wayne, why didn't you inform me of having a teenage daughter?"

"I didn't even inform myself." Bruce continued to look at the birth certificate. "You can't be my daughter. I was never married."

"Honey, just because you never married doesn't mean that you still can't have kids." Bruce finally just grabbed onto the certificate and looked at the name of the mother, Carol Malfin.

"Carol." Bruce tried to whisper to himself, but it ended up being loud enough for both Alfred and Syona to hear.

", who's Carol?"

"Uh…she's just a friend."

"That way you reacted when you read the certificate, it doesn't sound like she's just a friend. Now who is she?"

"You mean, who was she." The two men looked to the girl who's eyes were now casted down to the floor. "My mother died of pheumonia a few days ago."

"Oh poor thing. May she rest in peace now in Heaven." Alfred commented. "Anyway, care to share the story, Mr. Wayne?"

"Well, I remember meeting a Carol when I went on that vacation in California. I was at this club and I saw her and…well, the only thing I do remember is waking up with a hangover the next morning in a bed with....Oh crud."

"You and my mom had a one-night stand. Resulting in…ME!" She threw her hands up in the arm for emphasis.

"How do I know you're actually mine?" He had a hard time believing anything.

"You're name is on the father side of the birth certificate. And you were my mom's first and last sex partner." Bruce felt overwhelmed by all the news. He slowly backed up until he leg hit the bottom of a chair. He fell right onto of it.

"I really can't believe it." Bruce looked back up to get a better look at the girl. To his shock, she did resemble her mother to a great degree. Her body was the same thin, curvy type of her mother. And she was rather short, only coming up to 5'2. What did she have that was Bruce's? She had his hair color. Dark dark black. Her hair was naturally wavy and it fell just above her butt.

But the one thing that stood out completely about her was the color of her eyes: a light purple.

"Well, believe it. I'm Carol's daughter."

"Miss, if I may ask, how did you get those purple eyes?" Alfred brought over a glass of water for the girl.

"Well, I was born one month early, so I was in the ICU. Something went wrong one night and they accidently gave me the wrong medication. Instead of getting better, the color pigments in my eyes changed from light green to light purple."

The three stayed in silence for a while. Until Bruce spoke up.

"I need a blood test done. Follow me." He handed her back the birth certificate. She placed it back inside the folder while running after Mr. Wayne.

They went downstairs where there were many cars.

"Holy Crackers and Cheese, you own all of these?"

"Yes." He chuckled at her reaction. The two of them headed over to a black mustang. "Get in." He softly spoke.

"Gladly."

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Bruce explained along the way that they were heading over to Gotham Police Department to talk to one of the main guys there, Jim Gordon.

She couldn't really listen to him. The speed devil was scaring her so much that she was clinging onto the seat with her fingernails. The whole way, she screamed in her head. 'I'M GONNA DIE. I'M GONNA DIE. WAIT, FIRST I'M GONNA EMPTY MY INNARDS, THEN I'M GONNA DIE!'

Much to her relief, they arrived at the police department in a short amount of time. Only because Bruce probably ran a couple of red lights. Hey, he was the richest guy in the city, he could pay off all those tickets.

"I hope I didn't scare you." He unbuckled his seat belt.

"Oh no." She said out, her voice shaking from the shock. "I'm fine. But you may need to get new seats." She pulled her fingernails out of the seat, some fabric coming off with it.

'Oh joy' He thought while getting out of the car. He walked over to her side and opened the door for her, allowing her to catch her breath while stepping out.

People walking by stopped in their tracks when they noticed a beautiful young girl and Bruce. He placed his hand on her back and guided her to the front door of the building, ignoring the various whistles the both of them were getting.

Once inside, Bruce grabbed onto her hand and lead her down the complicated halls. One could get lost in there if they didn't know where to go.

"Jim." He said when he entered a office full of file cabinets.

"Bruce , what brings you here?" Jim Gordon noticed the small girl holding onto Bruce's hand.

"I need to ask you a favor." He let go of Syona's hand and headed over to the desk to talk privately with Jim. Syona took the chance to slip away from the room, wanting to explore the place even more.

Once she was safely away from the office, she started walking in the direction where all the cells would be.

'Horny men' was what she thought when she reached the area. The guys behind the bars immediately ran to get closer to her and their arms were reaching out for her.

There was one prisoner who wasn't acting in the same vile manner as the others. Instead, he continued to seat on the bench inside the cell. He didn't even look up to see what was happening.

Curiosity took over her body, she wanted to see him. So slowly, she walked over to his cell.

"Hey Cutie, you wanna avoid that freak." One of the jail mates yelled out.

The man looked up to meet her eyes, which widened in shock. 'Scars'

"Well, uh, hello there." The man stood up from his positon and literally glided over to the bars.

"Hello." She answered back. 'why did they call him a freak? So he has scars that look like a smile. Not bad.' A soft smile appeared on her face.

'Doll face must not know who I am.' He smiled at her, flashing off his bright yellow teeth. She cringed back by the mere sight of it. "Do I scare you? Is it the scars?"

"No."

"Oh really? Well, uh, That's a first."

"Why would I be scared?" She asked.

"Are you new to Gotham, sweetheart?"

"I ain't telling you that." She laughed at the strange reaction the man was having to her talking to him.

'I'm sure now. She doesn't know me.' "Can I, uh, ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why are your eyes purple?" She had unknowingly moved closer to the bars, within arms reach. The man had his finger tracing around her eyes gently. "That ain't, uh, normal."

"Since when is anything normal?" She answered back.

"SYONA!" She turned around to see Bruce running towards her. He grabbed onto her arm and pulled her away from the man's reach. "Stay away from her, Joker."

'Joker? That's his name?' Bruce dragged her out of the room, all the jail mates complaining of losing their only entertainment.

"This is gonna be….fun." The Joker started with small chuckles before he blew out a loud laughter that haunts all of the jail mates dreams at night.


That's the first chapter. Not sure how this is gonna do, but it's worth a shot. Thank you for reading. Please leave a review on your way out.