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Batman's POV

'Insert data.' The droning voice of the computer disperses throughout the rest of the cave. I push my legs off of the ground and roll over to a rack of blood vials. I move my finger over a few of the little tubes until I see the one in mind and grasp it gently. Sliding the chair back over to the other side of the computer I place the vial into the empty slot and it is sucked away from sight. My eyes flicker back up towards the screen as a progress bar appears and the voice returns.

'Analyzing "Data 348" '

The bar quickly fills and then moves to the right side of the screen after a quick key press. An image of the girl pops up right above it and on the other side of the screen it copies, but with the Joker's information.

'Comparing "Data 12" and "Data 348" '

Another bar appears under the images and starts to fill slowly. This part usually takes a minute or two to complete. My computer is good, but it does need time to compare DNA.

What got me was her eyes; she has his eyes. His eyes. They have to be related somehow. I know it has to be true.

'Data match.'

I knew it. She has to be his daughter. That explains why he has been chasing her around so often. Now, I just need to know why she's been hiding from him. A small shuffle makes me turn around. In the middle of the cave is a bolted down chair that she is handcuffed to. A small gasp comes from her lips and she desperately tries to look around through her blindfold. It's time to talk about some things.

JACKIE POV

I stir and find I can't move myself more than a few inches in any direction, chained down to a chair and blindfolded somewhere. My first thoughts are that Batman must have gotten me and my stomach lurches then where my dad could be. I remember their fight vividly. Dad had pulled every trick in the book to get to me first, I had really hoped he would win, because despite my hatred for him a few weeks on the street makes it easier to accept a liar, but apparently not. "Where am I, where is my dad?" I say quietly to the apparently empty room.

I hear boots walk heavily towards me "The Joker is in police custody." I can hear lighter footsteps above me somewhere, but ignore them just as I ignore the fact that my first question was skipped.

"Let me go. You have no reason to keep me here." My voice is gaining confidence, but I am just talking bigger, I am feeling smaller. This is Batman, he wont let me go until he is ready to do so.

"We need to talk about your father first. Do you know who he is?" I wont give him the pleasure of hearing all I know so quickly.

"Of course, he is my Dad of course I know who he is." I smirk slightly knowing this will be a while.

"No, the Joker part. We all know he is your father." Well so much for evasion.

"That's none of your business." I hear a chuckle from the smaller set of footsteps. A lighter but still deep voice of a teenager comes from further away, "You show him, I'm sure you'll be able to keep this up." Batman seems to take no notice of the younger man.

"Why was he chasing you? A secret he didn't want out yet, piss him off?"

"You're the detective, you tell me." I smirk again, but this time instead of a remark from the younger man I hear him walk away then start typing somewhere in the room. Batman's breath hitches but he continues his question as calm as before.

"What did you do, Jackie." I hear a machine talk in the background, "Blood sample match, data 178 a match." "Hey Batman, you better come over here and see this." This young guy seems like someone I'd like. He is a good distraction at least. There is a pause and footsteps up stairs then down them again back towards me.

"Did you get mad at him? Run away? Because the Joker doesn't like it when people get away from him, just look at Harleen Quinzel." He emphasized the name like it should ring a bell, but it doesn't. What game is he playing at.

"Am I supposed to act shocked? Who the hell is Harleen? And don't play games with me, Batman. I don't like riddles."

"Harleen Quinzel was a doctor at Arkham. She used to run with your father, she is deceased. She was his doctor many years ago and he brainwashed her and was beyond cruel to her. She finally got away and committed suicide shortly afterwards. Batman continued on about this woman's abuse and what Dad did to her and I got angrier and angrier, finally I cut him off.

"You're a liar! My dad wouldn't do that to anyone!" I yelled and my voice echoed off of the walls and animals screeched far above us.

"Yes he did, Jackie. He used her over and over again and she kept coming back. He is a dangerous man. He has murdered thousands of innocent people. He has hurt this entire city and you'll defend him." The younger man piped in here, "She's just as brainwashed as Harley was. She wont tell you anything." At that something in me snapped and I struggle against the restraints.

"Don't you dare try to figure me out kid! You have no idea what you're talking about! You're both monsters!" I hear my teeth clash together as a hand swipes me across the face. It was a gloved hand, maybe smooth leather, I couldn't tell, but it silences me for the moment long enough to hear Batman yell at the younger man for striking me.

"I don't need pity from evil men like you."

"We just want you to understand the type of man he is."

"It is you who don't understand who he is! You don't know him! He is my father." I hear a sigh like this is going nowhere and then I realize I'm lying to myself… they know better. I don't have to convince them of anything… "He is the Joker…"

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Batman asks me quietly.

"I don't need to convince myself that he is a good man, I know he is. He raised me, loved me. I am just trying to remember now that he is a bad man… I just found out recently." The room is eerily quiet for a long time. I can't even hear the two men breathing.

"How could he have kept that a secret…" I don't think he is asking me, more like asking himself, but I answer anyway.

"He must have been a pretty good actor. Why? Don't believe me? Why do you think I ran away all the sudden?"

"So his parenting taught you morals…" Again it is sort of hard to tell if he is talking to me or not. He is speaking in the distant quiet voice like he is thinking really hard for a test question.

"What do you mean?

"Your values." He quickly retorts to my question.

"He taught me to have some if that's what you mean."

"So why did you leave?" I pause for a really long time and just shut my eyes. I don't even know how to answer my own questions about why I left, how do I explain it to two guys who already don't trust me and who I have never seen. I guess I paused for too long because the younger man chimes in.

"She has no idea why she left, Batman." Suddenly, right after that, a cloth is slipped over my nose and mouth and I know no more.

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