YJ is not mine—however, this is where things change—I have created a few characters here, (I think) including Mariana and Angel, this is because my story takes a background similar to that of the Robin who was Damian. Similar but not the same. This is not The Daughter of Batman either, only a similar format; as in, he has a daughter trained to be a vigilante also.

I hope to clear up what Angel is within the story but if you have any questions prior, than I'll be happy to elaborate.

Anyway, ramble over, on with the story.

Chapter 5—

The zeta beam called out his name and number as he left the mountain. He took the gas mask from his face, safe in the knowledge that his gas capsule would not knock him out as it had his team and the league. He came out in the phone box in Gotham, ready to travel the roves until he reached the bank. Then he stopped, breaking from someone's control as he worked out what he had just done. Slowly it dawned on him and he found himself curled into a ball in the cold alley, muttering to himself worse that even he couldn't make out himself. A dark presence shadowed his mind, fighting him for control. No, no, NO!

"No."

He had to run. It was all he could make out of his own thoughts among the chaos. Everything moulded into one noise behind his ears and he found it to be one big headache. He was running, he didn't know why, or where to but it was in the opposite direction of the bank, it was clear. Let Sloane find him, he would end up dead anyway.

Batman jumped to his head first as the others came to, lifting their heads sleepily up from the desk. The first thing the Dark Knight did was check the logs. Gotham. He cursed the name, he cursed the city and he cursed himself. He had no time for this; he needed someone who knew Gotham, who knew Dick, who could track him easily. He dialled regretting it already even as the call was picked up. On the screen above came an image of a girl, barely older than Dick, she saw him and stopped in shock.

He had no time for this. Clad in black, from her ankles to her arms, her hands held gloves, cut-off at the fingers. A bandana hid her eyes, but he knew them to be a deep, hollow black, much like the shade of her hair as it was dragged under a cap. He always thought he would get her a better mask, one she could properly see out of but he never got around to it. He always forgot about her, his daughter. A one-night stand with a married woman that left him with a daughter of his own. Mariana wasn't married anymore and loved Batman and Bruce the same and he loved her back. He just never got around to saying it.

Mariana had her own name as a vigilante, Feather and she had taught he daughter, ruthlessly to be one too, Angel. Batman remembered visited so long ago when Esty was only seven or so but training all the same. He had gone to ask for a favour but when he saw he Mariana dislocate the girls shoulder because she was holding back one then small kid, he ended up taking Esty home for Christmas, for her first Christmas.

"Hey, Angie, where's your Mother?"

"Passed out on the sofa." She shrugged; her British accent was so clear over the speaker, just like her Mother.

No doubt drunk, last time Bruce had given Mariana alcohol, Esty was born six months later. He vaguely remembered the three empty bottles of Pernod.

"Can you do something for me?"

"Sure." She was quiet, Batman noticed. "What?"

It had been a long time since she had seen her father and even then, it was because he wanted something work-related. Nothing was ever because he loved her, never because he wanted some boding time. She barely spoke to him, or her Mother, and yet they worked on the same level. Dick too, she could fight with her brother by her side; they knew what the other was thinking without a word passing between them. Hat was the best thing about family.

"You know the second zeta beam point in Gotham?"

He hoped she knew, she had never used it though, never step foot in Mount Justice, or the Batcave for that matter. The League stood in an arc around Batman, watching the short conversation. They didn't know the girl and Esty didn't know about the League. She was a smart girl though, so she could easily work out who they were from the news, she was Batman's daughter for God's sake.

"Yeah." The phone box, she knew it.

"Robin left there; I want you to track him."

"I can do that, I can track his aura." She sat forwards in her chair, and crossed her arms. "What did he do?" She asked, so eager to hear her brother's wrongdoing.

"Someone is messing with him and he's trying to deal with it himself. If any of us go, he'll think we're trying to babysit him, but if you go, he'll know you just like to fight." Batman could feel the weight of the League and their sidekick's eyes on him as he spoke.

Why wasn't he concerned? Why was he okay that he was putting another girl in danger with Robin? The answer was that Robin and Angel could handle anything. Even as Dick and Estella, they were exact copies of each other. They could spend hours playing Rock, Paper, Scissors and it'll still be a draw. It was hell when they were in mischievous moods too, Alfred would be cleaning for days after one prank, of course, they never stopped at one.

"Is this someone ready to hurt him?"

"Yes, he's already drugged him and sent him back to 'see what his life's worth'. It seems his time's up."

No emotion was shown on her face; it was how Marina had taught her form a young age. All the same, it was hard for a child to remain cold and so everything she felt was strong in her eyes. If she kept them covered as she did, then it was the same effect as a cold hard warrior. She was the child of two heroes, a mistake, that's all and she knew it. She tried so desperately to be what Mariana wanted her to be, and that was impossible, Batman knew.

"Never mind Robin, this guy's time will be up when I get a hold of him. It is a guy, right?"

"I have a name, Sloane."

Her lips pursed in thought. "Never heard of him."

"Joker's is involved too."

No reaction. "Harley too?"

"Haven't seen her yet…"

"One can only assume." She finished.

She knew about the Joker and he knew about her. She had her own run-ins with him, experiences that never ended well. Despite everything, the Joker always back out of a fight first. They played a similar game, he loved to joke and she loved to dance, both mocking an enemy. Watching them two, circling each other was a sight to see and they both had a smile on there face; whereas hers always had that glint of hiding something foul and twisted inside, the Joker was just insane and ready to do anything.

"Oh and Angie?"

"Don't worry; I'll leave him alive…just." She leant forwards, as she peered into the darkness of Mount Justice. "KF." Her smooth voice beckoned Wally forwards in itself. Once his face bathed in the glow from the screen, Angel smiled darkly, making the Flash wince for his nephew's sake. "You owe me a rematch without your powers."

"Really, you thrash me anyway."

"When you're done, I have something for you." Batman interrupted, thinking, off course KF knows Angel.

She looked to Batman, all seriousness, all of a sudden, "Right away." She saluted and the screen cut out.

"If only it was that simple." Wonder Woman murmured and Batman shrugged even with the cowl tight around his shoulders.

"She's a terrible optimist, anyway, she doesn't mind not knowing it all, she find out in plenty of time."

"How do you know her?" Flash interrogated his nephew. "What did she mean rematch?"

"Oh, Robin introduced us ages ago." He told his Uncle Barry to put his mind at ease. "She's cool, good at stealth and stuff. I keep meaning to ask why you won't bring her to the team." The fifteen year old looked to the Dark Knight. "You know, as yours because she is your…"

"She stays with her Mother." Batman stated as if it answered everything. "Besides, she's not…"

"Sane?" Kid Flash took his turn to interrupt.

"No." Batman said but left it at that. He turned to leave then stopped and faced the speedster once more, "Did she really trash you?" Humour lay heavy in his voice.

"Yes." He growled back, "between training from you and her Mother, I don't think I had a chance."

Batman bit down on a laugh and went to suit up; with Angel tracking him down, there's no rush. He didn't know whether he was caught or that he had even been confronted yet. Until he got that call from the Joker…no, that wouldn't happen. Robin was better than that.

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