'Bruce?'
Bruce looked up to see Dick, Barbara, Tim, and Alfred staring at him.
Great. Bruce thought as he turned to them. You might as well get this over with.
'You're all here.' He sighed.
'Dick and Babs insisted that you had something to tell us.' Tim yawned. 'Where's the prince?'
'I don't think we should include him just yet.'
'Well,' asked Alfred, 'what is it?'
'The Joker,' he half mumbled, 'I-'
'He has a kid!' Barbara shrieked. 'She's here, in Gotham!'
So much for breaking the news gently.
Thanks, Barbara.
' A kid?' Tim gasped. ' I didn't know he and Harley-'
'Harley's not her mother.' Bruce announced.
'Wait, so he has another woman crazy enough to-you know what?
It's not important. Where is her mother?'
'Dead, died during childbirth.'
'Damn, The Clown gets around. Does he know?'
'I believe so.'
'What are you going to do?' Asked Tim.
'We have to find him.' Bruce proclaimed.
'We should tell my father!'
'I know, but...'
'There is no but!' Barbara hissed. 'We can put out an Amber Alert to find her.'
'And how exactly are we going to do that without putting a giant bullseye on her forehead?!' Bruce turned back to the computer. 'The instant his enemies learn of her existence, she's dead! When her mother died, her grandparents swore nev er to set foot in Gotham! If I'd known it was them... We have to find him.'
'The public doesn't need to know she's Joker's daughter, but my dad does.'
'What's her name?'
'Josephine Kerr.'
'The kid Damien claims won against him in combat?!' Tim laughed. 'I like her already.' he poured himself a cup of coffee. 'I'll head to the orphanage.'
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