If anyone is wondering why I haven't been updating Mirror but I have been putting out one shots (Like Dear Batman and The Fear Filled Robin) and writing a lot of PC that's because I generally have two stories going at the same time. The main one (Mirror) and the one I write when I have writer's block (PC) and if I have writer's block on the second one you start seeing one shots. Mirror will take some time because it's a very important chapter and it's a lot darker then they have been so far (I also don't want to make Fire's past to much more obvious and there will probably be some major hints in the chapter) So just bear with me for now.

Okay I lied Decks has a pretty good sized pov part in this chapter but hey... who cares?

I do not own Batman

Chapter 4

Tim Drake watched anxiously as the Batcave computer having been left behind while the others went on petrol, it did gave him the chance to check something out though. He was watching the loading bar as it ran though the records, everything that the computer had access to. He tapped his fingers against the table as the minutes passed.

"What are you doing?" as the boy turned the chair around he saw his guardian still in his costume along with Batgirl "you should be in bed" the boy glanced back at the screen for a second.

"Do you remember that girl I was talking to in the park before the concert?" Bruce nodded removing his mask "the way she said something reminded me of someone..." The computer beeped and Tim looked at the large screen, clicking a few times and sighed "I thought so" Bruce moved forward to look at the screen, Tim noticed and started to explain "I was searching her name to find out anything I could about her... However there are three people named Jacqueline Peters in Gotham" he brought up all three profiles "none of these girls look anything like her"

"An alias" The man said

"For who?" Barbara asked, Tim's eyes narrowed for a second, feeling so stupid

"For Decks!" He cried out "I can't believe I didn't think of it earlier! I've met them both and she fooled me" Bruce put his hand on the boy's shoulder

"Relax Tim" Barbara talked for him "maybe what you know could help us find out who she actually is" Tim nodded getting up from the chair and started telling the two everything Jack/Decks had ever told him.

/

Decks narrowed her eyes as she held up three of her tin cards; she threw all three as the dart board. Not one missed but at the same time they didn't land as she expected them to. She gritted her teeth walking over to remove the cards and repeat the excises. She was getting a bit stir crazy not being able to leave the ware house.

Admittedly it was her own fault. A smirk threatened her face but she chose to keep her face as blank as possible. She threw the cards again and again she didn't get what she wanted, an exact vertical line.

She didn't know it if was even possible but she was board, lonely and trying not to think about the worrying thoughts that plagued her.

Pulling the cards from the board again she sighed.

"You made the choice" she told herself "You're lucky you got off as well as you did"

The Joker hadn't been happy, not only had the gas canister exploded but no one died from that even!

"Look at the bright side boss... We didn't get caught" one of the goons said. His offering was met with a gun in his face and a not so nice death. The rest of the Joker's men shared looks hoping to not be the scapegoat, even Harley knew not to try and sweet talk him at that moment. He paced wildly for a few seconds before in a split second he had his hands at Decks throat. The girl's eyes for the first time in a long time showed distress and fear. Everyone moved away happy that the young girl would take the blame.

"You know Peony... with how well you handled those controls early on in our little show it surprised me how you lost all control of the pyrotechnics" Decks felt the pressure on her neck and tried to calm herself. "Especially when you take our deal into consideration" he tightened his grip

"Robin..." She tried to breathe "he... knocked me into the controls" The clown's hands removed themselves from the girl's neck.

"Oh I see the little boy blunder got in the way" Decks had her hand on her neck nodding "well I do know how those heroes can be a thorn in the side" he hit Decks on the back, the girl flinched slightly keeping her balance. "Don't worry about it"

She looked up at him, something in the way he said those words, the look in his eye... She knew this was going to be bad.

Didn't help that his signature laugh followed soon after.

So here she was throwing cards at a disintegrating dart board with no clue what to do... Oddly she found herself wishing she could speak to Tim Drake. It wasn't because of any particular feelings she may have had for the boy himself just the way their conversations went... How normal they felt, like she was just an ordinary teenager.

"Decks" hearing his voice she spun around feeling the full force of the boxing glove gun in her stomach, her back hit the wall with a sickening crack. She coughed up blood and looked up at him her body shivering in agony. "I forgot to punish you" he held the gun up next to his shoulder. "Come now Decks this is why I chose you" she stood using the wall to help herself up, she coughed up more blood. She didn't speak and kept her eyes as blank as possible as she straightened her back and wiped the blood from mouth with her arm.

"So your plan?" She asked as the last of the pain left her body

"Haven't thought of it yet" he turned to leave "but don't worry you'll have a large part to play"

That made her feel worse... and there was the laugh

/

Weeks had passed since the Joker's last sighting. However from the letter Gordon had given the crime fighters they now knew where to find them however they also knew they were walking into a trap.

Face it Bats you're never going to find us

It hadn't taken Batman long to realize that the message was alluding to the 'Face it' factory, a makeup factory. It seemed a little too literal for the Joker.

/

"Wasn't the clue too obvious puddin'?" Harley commented as the three of them prepared the factory. The Joker laughed

"In all the excitement I didn't want to worry about Bats not getting the joke" Decks moved a barrel, keeping very much to herself. Over the past few weeks all she really had done was target practise and she had been left to that. The Joker every once in the while making a remark about how important her role will be.

"After all" she jumped slightly realising he was right behind her "this is the day our little Decks becomes part of the family" something clanked against the top of the barrel. Her eyes widened and her stomach fell in front of her was a hand gun.

"Why..." She started turning to the man who was ginning more than usual.

"Truth be told I always thought the Bat had one too many kids..." Her face paled as she understood

"Our deal..." She finally got out quietly as he waged his finger in her face.

"Now, now Peony if you had been a good girl and held up your part of it" Her eyes widened. "Oh yes I noticed" he bent his hips so he was eye level with the girl "such great accuracy unless... say in a fight" She tried to think of a way to explain it away but the Joker just placed the gun in her hands "so now unless you want to be back on the streets I suggest you clip the little bird boy's wings" She gritted her teeth she nodded and hid the gun.

/

As the three heroes entered the factory, they found it empty or seemingly so. This only put them more on edge.

"Split up and call if you find anything" Batman said as the two younger heroes nodded heading in opposite directions.

Robin found himself in a storage area just off the main part of the factory; the place was filled with barrels of chemicals used in making the factories products.

"Robin" He heard Batgirl on the receiver

"Yeah?" he asked noticing how from where he was he could barely see the main room even with it so close.

"Have you found anything?" He was about to answer when something flew right by his ear disabling the devise. He spun around to see Decks sitting on one of the barrels. She didn't have the usual smirk on her face, she looked almost sad.

"Decks..." The girl stood up and stepped off the barrel keeping eye contact the whole time.

"Let's just cut the chit chat Boy wounder" she pulled the hand gun from her shirt turning the safety off and aimed it straight at his head. Robin stared at the girl in horror; a gun never seemed in character for Decks.

"You don't want to do this" He told her in response he got a pitiful smile.

"No... Not overly but I don't have a choice"

"Jack..." She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a humourless laugh.

"Oh... wow I can't believe it..." She stopped laughing "Tim" it was his turn to stare at her "please you're the only black haired boy who I gave that name to"

"So you know who I am and I know who you are" she shook her head

"No you really don't"

"Peony Sarah Brice, daughter of Darien and Summer Brice who were a famous Escape artist and assistant that was until they came to Gotham." He paused for a moment as the girl absorbed the information "when Summer Brice was found dead outside their hotel and both Darien and Peony disappeared" Decks glared at him

"Congratulations Boy wounder you know who I am" this was the first time Robin had heard the girl speak with such venom. "Doesn't exactly change the situation we are in"

"But why are you doing this Peony..." The girl's eyes narrowed "are you just trying to catch your mother's murderer or..." Tim admitted to himself he was clutching at straws, with all the detective work they had done it still left them with no clue why the girl had joined up with The Joker.

"Tell me Tim why did you join up with Batman?" The girl asked "your family is gone to... Did you join up with him to catch their killer?"

"No!" he growled "I did it to help the city" he saw something in the girl's eyes falter

"You know all this time I've been trying to find the difference between the two of us" she was more talking to herself then Tim "we may have had different lives but we were both the victims, both lost our parents... I wanted to know" she was crying "I wanted to know why you were saved and I was dammed!" She held the gun to her head

"Peony!" Robin shouted

"I get it now... It's because your unselfish while I... I did this to save myself" she pulled the trigger and collapsed in a pull of blood.

...Well crap... Some of you may be able to guess what happen next but there will only be two more chapters of this story.

By the way Peony is a flower and it means bashfulness, compassion, shame and a happy life. I thought it fitted with her family being famous and all that her having such an odd name. Not saying all kids of famous people do but I so rarely get the chance to name a character something so different from the norm the temptation was too much.

And remember folks don't flame unless you have an extinguisher!