Joker
Isabel sat in the corner of the room, banging her head on the wall. She stopped when someone knocked on the door.
A man in a purple suit with a flower in his breast pocket glided in. "Helloooo, my dear Isabel."
Isabel didn't even bother to cover her face as she knew that Daniel's boss found out who she was. She saw the heavy make-up on the man's face and recognized him as Batman's nemesis, the Joker. She felt puzzled as in the Batcomputer database, the Joker was recorded to be dead.
"Surprised to see me?" the man asked cheerfully.
"You influenced Daniel to bring me here, didn't you?"
"Smart girl. Your green Romeo was so devastated when I first met him in Jump city. Just lost his daddy, you see. He felt belittled by your scary powers so he came to me. As a philanthropist, I gave him powers by injecting him with my 'medicine'."
Back in the Batcave
Bruce stared at the two pictures on the screen; one of Green Arrow, one of Bullseye. He couldn't figure out how Daniel obtained the powers as meta-powers by injection could never have such strength.
By watching previous fights, Bullseye's powers were as strong as Isabel's. He couldn't recall any meta-humans as strong as a Kryptonian.
Daniel's powers were different from any ordinary meta-powers. He couldn't help but be astonished by the change from Green Arrow to Bullseye, from a hero to a murderer.
Their eyes also seem different in color. Bruce's eyes widened. He zoomed into the eyes and saw that Bullseye's eyes were a lighter green than Green Arrow's emerald green.
Bullseye's eyes had the same shade as Isabel's when she turned into Brainiac. The powers, cold murders, the glowing eyes.
Bruce understood them all now. "Mcginnis, we need to find someone."
In the lair
Isabel tugged her knees in her chest and felt weak. She heard Daniel's story from the psychopath.
Daniel had been secretly meeting him for power yet she didn't notice his pain.
Even with Brainiac, she wasn't smart enough to protect those around her. Daniel's change was partly her fault.
"Little Isabel, don't cry. Want a hug from Uncle Joker?" Joker teased her, opening his arms.
Isabel glared at the maniac. "Don't touch me!"
"Why not? You let Brucie hug you." He said, pretending to sob.
Isabel looked up in surprise. "Yes, I know everything about your little family. Brucie, Terry, Supes. So cute."
"What do you want with me, Joker?"
"Jumping straight into business, are we? Well, let's break it down for you."
He walked towards the crouching Isabel and sat down next to her.
Isabel shifted away from him but was grabbed on the neck by Joker's surprisingly firm hand.
"Tut-tut-tut. Didn't Brucie teach you manners? When Uncle Joker talks, you listen."
Isabel clawed at Joker's hands choking her. Finally, he released her and left her gasping for breath.
"As I was saying, I want an heir. Someone to carry on the Joker business. I need someone smart, strong and charming like me."
Isabel suddenly thought of something. If Joker were the original Joker, he would be as old as Bruce.
However, the Joker she saw looked much younger. "You're not Joker. The Joker is dead. You are some crude imposter, trying to relive his past glories." Isabel analyzed.
She was rewarded with a quick slap to her face.
"Uncle Joker feels so humiliated that you can't even identify me. I am THE Joker. You'd better keep that in your mind and pay me some respect."
"Respect?! How can I respect someone who can never defeat Batman?" Joker slapped her once more.
"Isabel, you are so close…so close to making me do something indecent."
"You wouldn't. You want me to be your heiress, right?"
"Mmmm…Perceptive little girl. Just like Batsy. You're right that Uncle Joker needs you to be Little Joker. That's why Uncle used some Abracadabra to tame you and make you become me eventually."
Isabel snorted. "How do you intend to make me become you?"