A/N: Here's the rest of this little arc. If anyone has a request on what they'd like to see (angst, romance, etc.), leave a review stating such.

Jester's POV

Normal people could not comprehend the extent of my fury at that moment.

I had never planned on giving Barbara Gordon to my father; she was too special. After what I had witnessed with Bruce Wayne, I decided that she could be a marvelous enemy, despite the fact that she was female.

However, my father must have counted on my betrayal: Nightwing might have even led him to me. There was nothing to do about it now; we were unarmed, except for a few knives and birdarangs. Joker and his cronies pointed guns at us, and he grinned with victorious malice.

I sneered as Nightwing and I were forced to put our hands behind our heads. Barbara was watching with silent acceptance. Joker swaggered forward, laughing maniacally. "So, J.J.; thought you could double-cross me? Thought you could kidnap my hostage?" He punched me across the face; I turned back to him, glaring murderously.

Nightwing murmured, "Joker, we can call Bats, and you can battle it out to your heart's content-" Joker punched him as well, cackling.

"Is that all you kids care about? Fighting so you can unleash your hormones? Please…" Joker turned to one of his four henchmen, growling, "Get the girl."

Another two came forward to restrain us; I exchanged glances with Barbara. I wondered if Nightwing knew what she was capable of.

They opened the cage door; Barbara stepped out shakily. I couldn't help but notice how she was overacting the part; in fact, she was even faking a limp. Showtime.

As soon as she was out of the cage, she whirled on her guard, dispatching his nervous system with a few quick blows. Nightwing took the opportunity to attack our captors; I grabbed the gun from the last man and, with a swift blow, knocked him unconscious.

Nightwing and I knew my father; Barbara didn't. As soon as her man was down, she relaxed. I began firing at the area above her; a figure ducked behind rafter.

Joker ran for me, but Nightwing blocked his path and soon, they were locked in battle. As soon as my gun was out of bullets, the other hired hands fell from the rafters, and Barbara and I fought through a swarm of men.

There was too many, more than I had seen at my father's hideout. Barbara and I managed to fight our way to each other, and battled back to back.

We were losing, badly. Just as we were about to fall, a window broke. A shadow swooped in, and a streak of red landed beside us, joining in without skipping a beat. Nightwing abandoned his escapade and joined us as well.

When I was certain they could handle the rest of the swarm, I ducked into the shadows.

Before long, Joker was bound and gagged, though that didn't stop him from shaking with laughter. Nightwing and Batman congratulated Barbara while Robin started tying up the bad guys. He came close to me, frowning at me.

I shook my head, nodding towards Joker. Nightwing would have dragged me out despite my wishes, but Robin nodded in understanding, turning away.

Because he was younger than me, I had never sought out a brawl with him. I knew he wasn't like Batman and Nightwing; he was aggressive in a fight, as if he dearly wanted to kill something. I knew better than anyone that the Bat family wasn't allowed to kill, which was always assuring when I annoyed them with four different attempted robberies in one hour.

I glanced at Barbara; her eyes were lit up with amazement, and she was smiling. They'd offered her a job. Nightwing had offered one to me once, but I had laughed and jumped off the roof.

Joker's laugh echoed in the hall; they turned to him. "You accept the orphan, the street rat, and now a girl? Next thing you know, my J.J. will be joining you!"

He said things like that a lot.

Robin seemed annoyed, and he approached Joker with his fist clenched. Batman stopped him, though, and despite his bloodlust, Robin backed away.

I wasn't worried about him, though; it was the look my father was giving him. It was the look an artist gives a blank canvas before creating a masterpiece.