CHAPTER ONE
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"Hey Batty! Catch me!" The Joker laughed as he dove off the building. He crashed into Batman, but the caped crusader kicked him in the chest. Joker landed on a ledge, and Batman swung from a telephone wire to meet him. "Can't catch me, Battsy!" Joker laughed as he slapped Batman and leaped into the cool night air.
On top of the bank hidden was a now fourteen year old Jess Der watching in awe.
The Joker used his feet to hang onto the wire connecting Gothem City's bank, clutching huge sacks of money. He flung the bags to his girl, Harley Quinn, who grabbed them eagerly. Batman swooped up and punched Joker off. The latter kept falling, waving "Good Bye!" to Batman. Joker winked at his adoptive daughter, and she snuck down the streets. Trying not to make her purple skirt and lime green leotard with matching leggings noticeable, she hid in the shadows of an alley way between an apartment complex and the bank. Meanwhile, Joker kept falling, until the Batman flung an object from his utility belt at him.
The ropes instantly tied the Joker up. The criminal hit the ground with a THUD! Harley Quinn dashed off with the sacks of money, leaving her love and Jess behind.
Of course, that was the plan. Take the cash and dash.
Jess stared in awe. Not in her father, but in this wonderful crime fighter known as Batman.
She leapt down onto the street where her father lay. He growled, "Get me out of here!"
She nodded, pulled a throwing knife out of her hot pink jacket, and cut the ropes. "Thanks, Jess." he sneered and started running. Jess sighed, threw a knife behind her at the police man. It didn't strike him, but it knocked the gun out of his hand.
This life was hers. Party all day, rob all night, and repeat. Maybe have a drink now and then, invent some new weapon for her abusive father, and relax. She didn't have to worry about school, because Harley taught her Math and Science. Harley said she was pretty good, and had a high IQ, whatever that means. Jess counts on her fingers as she leaps from window ledge to window ledge. Oh yeah! She would've been a Freshman in High School by now, if she had gone to school.
Now, she was running on top of the buildings. "Pfft!" she grinned, "These buffoons couldn't catch me if they tried!" She flipped back her blond streaked with neon green hair tied up in two braids back and threw three more knives down at the police. She smiled grimly as the knives whizzed down to claim their victims. The knives just missed their skin and pinned them onto the ground.
"What can I say?" Jess mumbled aloud to herself, "I can't kill them. If I had to, I would've used a gun." she looked down at the bulge in her jacket that held the weapon, "I can't kill someone with a knife. Like, a gun shout is pa- dead. A knife stab is more like pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain dead."She kept running. She leaped eight feet across to the apartment building's roof. She glanced down at the struggling officers back there who couldn't even lift the lightest stab in the ground. "Too many trips to the doughnut shop?" She yelled down at them and giggled madly, too silly to be scared.
That's where she stopped dead.
Towering over her was the Batman himself. He was dark and quiet, and had a frown on so terrifying she quivered a little bit. But, that could've been just her nerves shaking with giddiness.
Oh, yes. Melanie's hero besides her dad. In fact, screw her dad Batman was her hero. She admired his skill, courage, and the ability to hide in the shadows. She adopted that skill of hiding from this guy.
The Batman lifted her up by her collar, "Where is he?" he growled softly.
"Heh heh," Melanie giggled and twiddled her fingers, "A-across town by n-now, Batman." She whispered "Batman" with a fan girl attitude, like it was an honor he would be talking to her. She gingerly rubbed her palm against his chest. She mumbled, "Heh heh, muscles..." Batman shoved her away with an "Ugh." sound and lept down. Jess sighed dreamily. It was her dream to be in the presence of Batman, let alone talk to him!
"Ugh, wait until Joker finds out I told Batman where he was! Drat!" She stomped her foot. The white lace around her sneakers flew off into the night Another beating. What would it be this time? A smack with his clammy hand? A kick with his scummy feet? An attack from the hyenas? Well, that wasn't so bad. She'd tamed the cats a while ago. She named them (csinos* and ennivaló*) and even fed them extra bread sometimes.
She started to run again, but then started to walk, prolonging the journey. No need to arrive when he was at his peak of anger. Let him cool down a bit, let Harley give him a drink and let him watch TV before he exploded.
"MELANIE! YOU ARE THE BEST MINION I EVA HAD!" The Joker took Mel in his arms and squeezed her tight. "UGH!" She screamed when she her breathing stopped.
"Sorry." He sneered. She rolled her eyes, but winced when Joker threatened to slap her.
"But... Why are you proud of me, sir?" Melanie hated calling him "Sir", but it was the way she talked if she didn't want to get bitch slapped.
"Because, Mel," He grinned that gap toothed, yellow teethed grin, "You sent Batman in the wrong direction!"
"I, I did Sir?"
"Yeah!" Joker smiled and jumped into his scummy comfy chair, and said to her, "I was on the other other side of town! You sent Battsy miles away!" Then he started laughing. Melanie half smiled, bowed a bit, and tried to run to her room because she knew what time it was...
"Mr. Jay hon, it's time f'er training." Harley giggled as she strutted over to the pair. "Don't keep her too long, Harley." Joker said as she dragged Mel by her collar across the scummy floor. Mel had her arms folded and legs crossed. She hated training. Especially since Harley didn't pay any attention to realize she could throw a knife at Battsy's . A mile away. While he was moving. If she was blinded. With a butter knife.
"Bye sweetheart," The Joker said, "Be back in time for dessert!" He winked.
"Gotcha puddin'." She winked back.
Melanie hated it when her parents used code to talk dirty. Like Melanie didn't know what they were talking about. Melanie stood up because she getting her uniform dirty, and ecause Harley was started choke her. "Now, aim those knives and throw!" Harley giggled. They approached the training field as Harley bounced away for an iced tea.
Melanie looked at the crate. It had twenty knives on it. She fingered the weapons lovingly and picked one up by its handle. She traced her finger up the blade, so sharp it looked like it cut through anything. She took a deep breath, aimed at the human figures and threw the knives at the most fatal points, the forehead, chest, stomach, and neck. She didn't even scratch any of the material. She picked up ten more hot pink knives with glittery blades and aimed again. She imagined the figures being Joker. Harley was ok, because she helped Melanie bandage her serious wounds when Joker attacked her. Anyway, Melanie shoved that image out of mind, cleared her mind of nothing but happy thoughts, and threw the knives. She hit the exact dot every time, flawlessly. She grinned at Harley - waiting for a compliment - but her foster-mom wasn't looking. She was cooing to a picture of Joker. Again.
"Whatja just look at me for one time!" Melanie shrieked and threw a knife at her. The knife took the picture and pinned it on the wall. Harley looked at it in shock and then looked back at Melanie, who was storming back to her room.
"Wow, Puddin' will be happy with her progress!" Harley said aloud as she tried to pull the knife from the wall. "Ooo he'll be so proud!" She paused, then said, "Of me! I'm the one who trained her, right?
Dick looked up lazily from his birdarang he's been throwing back and forth for the past ten minutes.
"Babs, I'm bored." He wined. He really didn't think complaining would help anyone, but complaining to Babs always helped a bit. It was fun annoying her.
"Well, Boy Blunder, if you were in AP math like I am, you would be doing homework!" Barb looked up from her textbook for a second and then smirked at Dick.
"Ha ha, miss genius. At least I did better then you in gym! I ran the mile in five minutes!"
"It's only a minutes faster then me." Barb mumbled, then smirked. The poor boy was bored, and she had all weekend to do math. Her studies could always wait.
"Com'mon, bet I can do more laps then you!" Barb laughed as she flipped to the training area with Dick shouting and following suit.
The two had been fighting robotic goons for about an hour before Batgirl said to Robin, "Ever wonder what being a superhero and in a relationship will work out?"
"Huh. Never thought about it. I'm guessing it would be hard. It's hard enough balancing school and crime fighting." Robin replied, whipping his forehead with a cool rag, "Why?"
"Well..." Batgirl said, looking up and smiling. "There's this really hot guy in my class named Niall, and I think he likes me!" She squealed and opened the door labeled GYM.
"That's nice." Robin responded and kicked a dummy in the chest. The pair had moved from the training lab to to the manor's gym, where dummies of different villains were held. Robin loved kicking the bad guys buts without them fighting back. It was just easier that way.
"Thanks for your enthusiasm!" Batgirl smirked and turned on the treadmill.
"Sorry." He muffled, then drank a bottle of water.
"So... Any... Girls... Interesting?" Batgirl huffed as she turned the treadmill up from Calorie Burner to Calorie Crematory
"No." Robin said, sadly. It was true, all the girls that were considerable were taken. Or just not interested in him. He sighed. One of the last man-to-man talks he had with his real father was about girls... Robin fingered the R on his uniform and then tried to push the painful memory out of his mind. Falling... Falling falling falling. They fell... They broke... Úgy estek ... Törtek ...
"Bum... mer." Batgirl gasped in between syllables and waking Robin from his awful daydream.
"Whatever." Robin put the staff away and threw off his sweaty gloves. He needed a cookie. Alfred's cookies always made him feel better. But, he would never tell anyone that... "Hey, I-I think I'm done for today."
"Oh well," Batgirl said stepping off the treadmill and smirking at Dick, "You still haven't ran as many laps as I have."
Hungarian Translations:
csinos = Cute
ennivaló = Cuddly
Ugy estek = They Fell
Tortek = They Broke
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