A/N- Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad everyone likes this! Here's chapter 2!

Chapter 2- Jo

The clown had escaped again, and once again he was called to the scene. The Dark Knight walked slowly around the office the Joker had hidden in, careful not to disturb possible evidence. This, of course, was useless. The Joker never left anything helpful behind, not if he wasn't ready.

"Have you found anything, Batman?" asked Dr. Rictim, the current occupant of this office.

The doctor was dressed in the stereotypical white trench coat. Underneath it, however, he had a button up teal shirt with blue jeans and sneakers. It was pretty late at night. Batman knew the man had been off duty when he had gotten the call to come in, yet he still tried to look professional. The Dark Knight admired that, though he wouldn't let it show.

"Not much. It seems as though he took nothing nor did he plant anything. Standard Joker," Batman replied in his low, somewhat menacing voice--depending on what side of the law you were on.

"Then I'm afraid you've missed something, sir," the shrink said, stepping farther inside the office and closing the door.

Though it went unseen beneath his mask, Batman raised an eyebrow. How could he have missed anything?

"What I'm about to tell you is classified. And it will break the policy of patient privacy, but it is of the utmost importance," Dr. Rictim said as he walked over to one of the filing cabinets lining the wall behind his desk. He pulled open a drawer and stepped aside. "I assume, you being the great Batman and all, that you know the basic types of files we keep on patients. Can you find what's missing?"

Batman stepped closer. He saw the file marked "friends," the file marked "habits," and several others, but there was one he knew that was standard that was missing. He looked up at the doctor.

"Why would the Joker take the file about his family? He knows he has none," he said. He now had a feeling that this doctor knew something about the Joker that he did not.

"He has a child, Batman. A teenage girl by the name of Joanna Ker."

Batman was stunned, and, mask or no, it showed.

"She's a senior at Gotham High, and she lives at Number 3, Privy Drive. It's only about a block away from her school," the doctor continued.

"How did you discover the existence of this girl?" Batman asked.

"Her mother's diary."

"Does Joanna know?"

"Not to my knowledge. I interviewed her a couple of times under the guise of a college representative. She gave the impression of having no knowledge whatsoever of her father."

"I must go," Batman said, turning toward the window. Doors just weren't his style.

"He'll go after her, won't he? He'll think she's his, as though she were promised land or an inheritance, right?" Rictim said, genuine worry filling his voice.

"You're the psychiatrist. What do you think?" Batman replied, sarcastically, from over his shoulder.

The doctor let it slide in order to say one more thing.

"She's the top of her class, most likely to be valedictorian. She's got the whole world to choose from. Don't let her get hurt because of my carelessness. She's just a girl," the doctor said.

Choosing not to reply, but taking the doctor's words to heart nonetheless, Batman left.

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Joanna Ker walked down the sidewalk from her high school in a carefree manner. She was even humming some little kiddy song. It had been a terrific day at school. She had succeeded in making A's in all her classes today. Her friends and she had even tried out for the Senior play. It had been just one of those good days.

Now, as she crossed the crosswalk, she noticed a dingy brown car inching up the road behind her. She stopped and noticed that the car stopped too. When she resumed walking, the car started moving again.

I'm being followed, she thought in a panic. I can't let it know that I know it's there.

Sticking to this thought, the forced herself to walk, as if everything was normal, all the way to her house. Once outside the door, she quickly unlocked it and slipped inside.

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"Wow, Mistah J, this is some pretty swanky neighborhood," Harley Quinn observed from her place in the drivers seat of a brown, dingy station wagon. Joker flashed her a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, my girl really fell upstairs when she moved here," he said with mocked fatherly pride.

"So whadda we do now, puddin'?" she asked.

"We wait. Then, we nab the girl."

"And after that?"

"Eh, I'll wing it."

Harley gave a small smile in the direction of her puddin', and then sped off in the direction of the hideout.

End Notes: So, what do you think? I, myself, am pretty happy with this chapter. Please R & R! Thanks!