It was Friday afternoon, and Alicia was waiting patiently in school uniform and textbooks in hand as a black limo pulled up the driveway, the window rolling down to reveal Bruce Wayne.

Alicia heard the ooh's and aah's of muttering peers as the window rolled down, and the charming face of her father greeted her.

"Alfred's busy at the moment, so I'd thought I'd pick you up, get in."

Alicia got in the back of the limo, sitting next to her father.

"How was work?" Alicia asked.

"Didn't go." Bruce said with a smile. "How was school?"

"Fine I guess, it's been stressful. Not the classes I mean, but with participating in all the clubs."

"Which ones?"

"Disciplinary committee, Dance, National Honors Society, and Cheerleading for our Football team."

"Well, nothing's too tough for a Wayne right?" Bruce tried to cheer up his daughter. "How about...we go to that burger place you like? By 3rd and 22nd? I've got some things to do first, but you don't mind spending time with your old man?" He said with a managed to cheer up Alicia a little bit. Nothing was better than spending time with her father that didn't involve training in the dojo. She was looking forward to a relaxing weekend with her father.

Heath lost his breath as his back slammed into ammunition crates, tumbling off with a thud.

He was fuming, eyes seeing fire. Fucking bastards. He had tracked his Dad down to the warehouse down at the port. It had taken him literally all day, but thankfully he found him. He expected for the surveillance goons to at least recognize his jacket, to know that he was one of them. Apparently they didn't believe him. They were importing weapons and ammunition and explosives when Heath arrived. Unfortunately his Dad wasn't there to save him from a brutal beating.

He had blacked out at one point, and unfortunately gutted a man, and sent the other gurgling with a bleeding neck, which had sent the four others into a frenzy. They quickly stripped him of his gun and knife and was currently beating his already battered body.

"Let me, let me talk to Jo-Joker. Lemme talk-"

"It's Mista J to you boy!" They yelled as they kicked him in his side.

Heath gasped, coughing, trying to catch his breath. They yanked him up by his arms just as the 'Boss' walked down the dock.

"What, do uh, we have here? A little Spyyy?"

Heath heard his father's voice, and it made his thankful he was here but it also filled him rage.

How dare HE!?

"Get off me! Fucker get off of me!" Heath seethed, but he only received a hard blow to the gut.

"We found him snooping around here Boss, kept him alive so you could have a little talk. He said he was looking for ya Boss."

They threw him down at the Joker's feet, landing on his hands and knees.

"Ohhh Heath," Joker said as he pulled his son up by the scruff of his jacket, almost dragging him to the thug, making Heath awkwardly stumble.

Joker looks pointedly at the men. "I want you all, to remember this face," he twisted Heath's bruised face roughly with three gloved fingers to the goon who paled at the sight of their Boss' unhappy face.

"Don't. Touch. Him...or you might end up sinking into Gotham River by your neck...aliveee with you family. Quality time, right!? Now clean up, now that this squirt has caused such a mess…"

He drawled and turned back to Heath, equally unhappy. He was currently trying to catch his breath a bit weak in the knees.

"Why...Are...You...Snooping?" Joker smiling with a grin that had no humor in it, his voice getting deeper with every word.

Heath shoved himself away too angry at his father. He spat at the ground, his saliva red.

"You sent a FUCKING GOON AFTER ME!" Heath yelled at his father who looked at him seemingly uninterested. Heath stood silent, awaiting an explanation from his Dad.

"... Hehe, Is that it? Hmm? Are you, are you done with your little, ah temper tantrum? You- you come to my work to- to whine?" Joker chuckled, green waves shaking as he did so, suddenly turning around, catching staring eyes.

Did...I ask you to stare? To eavesdrop? I'm...admiring the boy's work, surely you wouldn't want to become a copy, hmm?" He turned back to Heath.

"That was, ah punishment.." Joker exaggerated his 'T's his voice darkening.

"Why? What did I do!?" Heath said and Joker snapped, "I tell you, I tell you to go to that snobby white collar prep school. I tell you to be good, because that's what they do. I don't care that you beat up a kid. You could have KILLED him and wouldn't bat an eye. But when you attract attention, and no, not the good kind, you make my life a little bit harder. Connections are dug up, professors and administrators get bossy. And then someone dies. You see this cycle. Now...go. Before you end up with something much worse than some, ah, cuts and bruises." Joker left to deal with his goons, " Hurry up! Time is of the essence! Hurry before Batsy comes out to play!"