No Joker.

No, little girl.

Joker has never been quiet this long; Bruce didn't like it.

A quiet Joker is deadly, but no one has died yet.

He's planning something big.

Could it have something to do with the little girl?

He's been in the cave, staring at the computer for hours.

Where was he?

What was he planning?

And how did it involve Josephine Kerr?

What was he planning to do to her?

If she's still alive, that is.

The thought makes him sick if she's still alive, but it is a realistic reality when dealing with The Joker.

If she's still alive, that little girl could be dead.

Oh, God, what if she is dead?

He needed-

'Father?'

Bruce turned to find Damien standing behind him. It was a bit unsettling that Damien had been there without Bruce noticing.

"How long have you been behind me?" Bruce asked, surprised.

"Ten minutes," Damien replied casually.

"Ten minutes?" Bruce repeated incredulously.

"Yes," Damien confirmed as he stepped into the light. "You're slipping."

The realization unsettled Bruce. "Hmm. Aren't you going on patrol with Richard?"

"Yes, but I wanted to talk to you about Josephine Kerr," Damien explained.

Bruce turned back towards the computer. "Damien-"

"I was wrong," Damien interrupted.

Bruce whirled around to face the boy. "What?"

"I was wrong," Damien repeated earnestly.

Bruce couldn't help but wonder if hell had frozen over.

"I overreacted to my defeat at the hands of Josephine Kerr. She's not one of your repeat offenders. She is a child," Damien admitted.

"What brought on this change of heart?" Bruce inquired, skeptical.

"I would like to earn your trust," Damien replied.

"Well, this is a surprise," Bruce remarked, still processing Damien's unexpected confession.

"Father," Damien sighed, "I- you- Colin and I have a lead on the girl."

"A lead?!" Bruce exclaimed, feeling the weight of the situation.

"She was last seen with a woman called Gagsworth-" Damien began.

"Gabrielle Gagsworth, yes. I know," Bruce interjected, recalling their last encounter.

"You know her?" Damien asked, surprised.

"Met her, once as Batman, and once as Bruce Wayne," Bruce admitted.

"How? When?!" Damien reacted with a mix of shock and curiosity.

"She was introduced to me," Bruce explained.

"By who?!" Damien prodded for more details.

"Jason Todd, she was his friend," Bruce clarified, feeling the weight of the past.

The memory of his last encounter with Gagsworth surged into Bruce's mind. The 15-year-old girl had blamed him for Jason's death, while her boss remained unscathed.

"We should-" Damien began, suggesting a course of action.

"BatGirl should talk to her," Bruce countered, strategizing.

"But-" Damien started to object.

"Most women only feel comfortable talking to another woman," Bruce reasoned, trying to preempt any argument.

"Oh, I suppose that is clever," Damien conceded, acknowledging the logic behind Bruce's proposal.

Everyone in the Cadillac was quiet; Gabby could cut the awkwardness with a knife.

Gabby was scared; what did Joker want with Josie?

She glanced over her shoulder and looked at the kid; Josie looked like she could be the main character of a Disney channel show.

Josie was someone whom Joker would consider boring, but he just kidnapped her.

What the hell did he want with her?

'So, Girl Scout,' he said after a while, 'tell me, why are you in Gotham?'

She and Josie exchanged glances, and then Josie said, 'Am I the Girl Scout?'

'Yes.'

'Oh, well, my grandparents died.'

'Oh.'

No one spoke for a while; Josie looked away from them.

'How'd they die?' He asked after a while.

'Car crash.' She said as she glanced up at him.

'Car crash.'

'Yes. We-'

'How did you find me?' He asked in a sharp tone.

The sudden change in his demeanor startled Josie. 'What?'

'How did you find me? Fess up, girl!' He sounded impatient.

'Miss. Ivy brought me to you!' She said quickly, clearly afraid.

'How did you get here? In Gotham.'

'My grandpa drove us here!'

'Tch! Then hell must've frozen over because James and Jane wouldn't set foot in Gotham.'

'You knew my grandparents?'

'Why did they come to Gotham?'

'The circus.'

'Try again. The circus was two months ago.'

'No, it wasn't!'

'Wait a minute!' Gabby said as she turned to him. 'Two months ago, I saw something on the news about an old couple dying on the way to the circus.'

'That was the night I broke out of Arkham.' He said as he stopped at the light. He turned to Josie. 'You've been comatose for two months?!'

'I was only sleeping for two weeks!' She said firmly. 'It was May 3rd when I went to sleep-'

'It's July 2nd, Girl Scout.' He said as Gabby handed her cell phone to verify it.

'I've been asleep for two months?' Josie said, dumbfounded. 'Why didn't the doctors tell me when I woke up?!'

'My friend's a doctor, a psychiatrist.' Joker said as he resumed driving. 'He'll be able to talk to you.'

'Doctor?' The kid repeated.

This was the first time Gabby heard Joker say anything about a doctor.

'You're taking her to see a doctor?'

'Yeah.'

'Why?'

'I can feel that look!' He growled.

'Why are we taking her to a doctor?'

'To square things up.' He said casually.

What the fuck did that mean?

'I don't like doctors.' The kid said quietly.

'You and I have that in common.' He said quietly.

'What's your friend's name?' Asked Gabby.

'Hugo Strange.'

It's Bruce; it has to be. Dick thought as he looked at his vibrating phone.

He then looked over at a sleeping Barbara Gordon.

Since the moment he found out about the girl, he'd been debating on whether or not to tell Barbara.

She, of all people, should know.

She needs to know.

'Babs.'

'Insatiable tonight, aren't we?' She said in a playful voice as she opened an eye. When she saw his face, her demeanor changed. 'What's wrong?'

'Don't freak out.'

'Every time you start a conversation with me, don't freak out,' she said as she sat up, 'I instantly freak out.'

'I wouldn't blame you for this one.'

'Go on.'

'Bruce confessed something a few days ago.'

She paled at the admission, then ran her fingers through her hair. 'What did Bruce confess?'

'Do you remember when everyone thought the Joker and Batman were dead?'

She relaxed and nodded. 'Uh-huh. The longest Joker's ever been quiet.' She shook her head. 'I remember hoping that the Joker was dead. Oh, God, does that make me a horrible person?'

'No, not from where I'm sitting.'

'Clearly, this is relevant. Does Bruce have a lead on him?'

'Sorta.'

'Sorta?' She repeated. 'What do you mean sorta?

'It's not a lead on where he is but crucial information.'

'You're scaring me, Grayson.'

'Joker met a woman.'

'What?' She said, amused.

'While he was in hiding, he met a woman.'

'Is he hiding out there now?!'

'No, she's dead.'

'He killed her.'

'No, she died in childbirth.'

'Oh.' She said. Her blue eyes widened. 'No.'

'Yes, the Joker is the father of an eighth-old girl.'

'Oh, shit.'

'There's more.'

'More?'

'She's in Gotham.'

'How long has been in Gotham?!'

'About two months.' She jumped out of bed and grabbed her pants. 'What are you-'

'He tells you this now!'

'She's been in a coma for two months.'

Barbara turned to him. 'What did that bastard do to her?'

'Nothing, I purely believe it was a coincidence. The kid's family died on the way to the circus.'

She looked away, shaking her head.

'Of course, it's a circus.'

'It gets worse.'

'How does it get worse than being the Joker's daughter?'

'Do you remember the kid Damien says bested him in combat?'

'Wait, she's the one who-?'

'Yeah.'

'Poor kid.'

'Bruce thinks she's in danger.'

'He's right.' She looked at him. 'Does my dad know?'

'I don't think so.'

She scoffed. 'Bruce should have told him! Richard, you need to tell him!'

He wasn't expecting to hear that!

'What?!'

'Dad, Tim, and Damien need to know!'

Bruce is going to kill him.