The note had confused her slightly. Yet she had found the address , it was a run down area but it didnt seem to attract attention and that was something she didnt need – attention. It hadn't being a trap through the flat, it was barely furnished but the lease was in her name, only it was her name it was in the name of Lacey Napier but she was beginning to realize that she was Lacey Napier. The kitchen was small barley stocked but had a bottle of vodka layed out on the side. The bathroom was filthy , small and dark. The 2 bedrooms where plain and had sheets roughly pushed across. It was clear who ever had done it up had no style and didnt care about her. Yet they cared enough to bail her out of jail, just not enough to face her she pulled the gun out of her pocket and looked over the news paper she had picked up outside.

"DAUGHTER OF THE JOKER RETURNS – LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER"

and a little picture of Lacey being dragged towards Arkham and a small article about how children become there parents. Lacey frowned because this was the first she knew of him. The Joker? So this was her infamous father, Lacey needed to find out more.

She placed her head down on the cold harsh sheets, and closed her eyes she wanted to cry, she wanted to die... she thought about it... a lot, but she wouldnt do that she couldnt – she could never kill herself she was too chicken. She frowned and ran to the bathroom throwing up. Before looking out the window. She wondered why her mystery 'note leaver' had chosen here. It wasnt the best area prostitutes operated outside the building often bring rich wealthy guys inside, Lacey shuddered because she knew soon enough she would need money – was this a test?

As she woke in the morning she opened her eyes to a bright day, which surprised her the streets looked different as if she was somewhere else. She walked out of her bedroom to find a school uniform in the kitchen she raised her eye brow looking around – someone had being in here? It made her shudder and scared but clearly she was fine.. who ever it was didnt want her dead, and it made her wonder just who she had to watch out for. She frowned and picked the note off.

"blend in Lacey, how about school? GOTHAM HIGH!"

someone clearly was trying to control what she was doing. But who ever it was had apoint she needed to blend in and maybe she could find out more about The Joker at school. She sighed and she made her way to the bathroom cleaning it up before taking a shower she felt drained she hadn't taken anything in a while and it was effecting her she needed something. Thankfully she had a cigarette, she lit it up and took a drag as the re leaf spread across her face. She smiled looking at herself in the mirror. Her short mini skirt, her messily un-ironed shirt with a tie half way down her chest and a gorgeous red coat. She liked it she smiled and finished her cigarette before heading out her door locking it she passed a few people who looked at her funny but she figured it was because she was new. She frowned slightly she had the gun in her jacket just in case she dumped into someone who she shouldnt.

Enrolling in Gotham High was easily enough she was a wanted escapee yet it didn't matter to anyone there. She smiled as she filled in the papers to enroll then she took a walk around the school checking it out. Like most places in Gotham it was simple but falling apart and very run down the students were loud mouths and most of them looked like they would never achieve anything. It was a shadow of Laceys old school, MANHATTAN SCHOOL FOR THE ELITE – both a school, and a boarding school Lacey opted out of staying there school was bad enough without living inside it.. yet she once loved learning and was on top form to become a nurse. Until she had hooked up with her 'step-brother' and started doing drugs and sleeping with him. Why had he come out on top and she had being left here? She sighed. He had everything, great parents, great education and a great world that she really wasnt apart of. They werent her parents – it wasnt her world – this was. Lacey looked up from her thoughts as a boy pushed past her, Lacey turned.

"sorry"

she muttered and he turned around raising his eye brow.

"I havnt seen you around here before what year are you in?"

he asked looking her up and down, Lacey rolled her eyes why where guys so prevy?.

"Im new, im in year 12 what about you?"

she said looking at him, he smirked and he walked closer.

"Me too, my names Dusan. Dusan Al Ghul"

he said offering her his hand, she looked down she took it laughing.

"Nice to meet you.. im Lacey Napier"

she said looking in his eyes he raised his eye brow.

"Oh the girl who escaped Arkham eh.. go you"

He said laughing, she smiled.

"Yeah..its not like that.. look do you know where I can find the library?"

she asked him softly.

"Uhmm"

he itched his head and looked around.

"I guess 2 could show you"

he said she smiled and she looked at him.

"Thanks"

she said and before long they had found the library. Lacey smiled and thanked him and he left. Heading inside she took a seat at one of the computers she was determined to find out more about this crazy guy who was her father and maybe figure out who her mother was.