DIE YOUNG

summary : batfam enjoy each other's presence while Alfred and Bruce silently mourns your death.

part 2 of die young

in another universe

Dick sit's down and eyes his family with a warm smile as he looks at his siblings with a loving look - they've all came so far and they all deserved this moment of blissful peace . He observes Tim and Damian engrossed in some random videogame , duke was painting steph's nails while she shows him random memes on her phone while jason and cass are talking about the latest anime they watched .

Everyone is happy , including himself because he's back home , surrounded with the people he holds so dear to his heart. Alfred approaches him with a fresh pan of brownies . Dick quickly snatches three portions and flash Alfred a smile , " Thanks Alfie !!" he exclaims . Alfred nods and rest the pan on a nearby table . " Hey Alfred when is Bruce coming back ?" Jason randomly asks . Alfred glances at his watch , " In approximatly one hour Master " . Jason groans. " That's so longggg besides why is he always disappearing off these days ?"

Alfred takes a moment to compose himself - he desperately tries to swallow the underlying pain he feels bubbling inside before he answers , " He always has board meetings around this time Master " , his tone wavering in the slightest yet unnoticeable. Jason rolls his eyes - annoyed but understanding and was about to retort but gets distracted when Cass shows him something on her phone.

Alfred excuses himself and makes a beeline escape to the outside patio . In the quiet stillness of the manor , when the eloquent halls are empty , when the kids are enveloped in their own innocent warmth , Alfred takes his time to shed a silent lone tear as he grieves . God knows , knows that every night when his worn palms are intertwined as he mutters a silent pray - that he's praying that your soul is safe and happy wherever it is - that your watching over him and this family with your silly smile and wrapping them in your soft , delicate hugs as you shield them away from the evil that tore you apart from them.

Meanwhile Bruce sits in his office chair - the room dark and quiet save for the occasional hum of the AC . His workers long since left hours ago , his work long finished and laid discarded on his desk . Bruce was a man that planned for everything , whether he was doing business or simply being Batman , he had plans and preparations for everything but parenting - he swears no matter what he does he can never ever fully plan .

He never planned on adopting Tim , Jason , Dick and Cass , never planned on being Steph or Duke guardians or hell never plans on having his son, Damian. None of it mattered because he would never ever regret having them in his life . He has read so many parenting books over his years , learning how to carter to each one of them but none of them prepared him to bury a child.

There is no feeling in this world that comes as gut retching , as tragic , as painful as the feeling of a parent burring their child . The memory is fresh in his head - the view of your small body - mangled beyond recognition - save for the pretty pink princess dress he dressed you in to go to preschool - your own blood covered you - like a blanket - a last ditch attempt to protect you from the harshness of the world .

Your once glowing big eyes that always looked at him with excitement now stare at him with a dull , blank look . He remembers cradling your small frame into his chest as the world around him crumble apart , as it slips through like sand slipping away to the ocean whenever the tides crash onto the shore . He remembers crying when he felt the bullet holes in your chest against his own. He holds your cold body close , cradling your head into his neck like he always do when he tucks you in to sleep . He lips memorized the way it kept muttering " it's okay baby daddy's got you , it's okay " .

He held your body until the police arrived and had to confiscate it . For the first and last time - Bruce lashed out at them - where were they when the school called in an active school shooter - where were they ? What was more important than saving his daughter's life ? He remembers screaming at them and Alfred having to hold him back . Alfred had to make the difficult decision to shove Bruce into the car to stop him from attacking the officers even though he himself wanted to confront them.

That night the manor for the first time was silent - Alfred was opening his fifth bottle of whisky in his room as he drowns himself in his own misery - he misses his grandbaby so much - he knows you hate seeing grandpa so sad and miserable - would always climb up on his bed and offer him your plushie as you gave him a big old kiss but you aren't here to do that anymore so he downs another after another.

Bruce sat on the floor of your room that night , the pastel walls filled with polaroid pictures of all three of you , his eye caught one - you were sitting on his shoulders , you wore a wide grin on your face , arms outstretched as you held a cone of ice cream he got you . He looked so happy there , hair tousled from your antics but he wore a smile . That day you were offering him your ice cream because you claimed " ice cream is the bestest thing in the entire world !".

He sobbed into his hands - why - why must the world be so cruel to him ? Why must the world take away his parents ? Why must the world take you away ? Does he not deserve happiness ? Does he not deserve to have hope ? Why must only he suffer ? Why out of all the children in that preschool the shooter chose to shot you ?

Was it because you were a small kind thing and had pushed your classmate out of harms way and took that hit ? Was it because you were too caring for your own good so you cradled your classmate's crying form into yours while you bled out ? Was it because you were you ? Did anyone ever thought in that moment to help you when the shooter yanked you away from your classmate and began to beat your small frame with his gun ? Did no one stop him from mangling your form ?

Did anyone care to step in before he shot you in your stomach a few times and left your body to be ensnared by death's cold fangs? Did anyone care to listen to your last words ? Did anyone catch the way you softly whimpered papa and grandpa - too scared , confused , too engulfed in pain to understand what was happening - just a small child searching for her family because that's all you knew ?

He curses that blasted teacher everyday - how could she let a child face that ? How could she huddle the other kids closer to her - leaving you to face that monster alone ? He wants to grab her and brutally rip the life out of her lungs - he doesn't care that she was pregnant and stressed and was doing 'her best' - what makes her unborn child and those other children more important than you ?

Another anguished sob leaves him and he remains there , crying his eyes out til the dawn breaks upon the world again. He hated that moment the most - of course that morning the sky had to shower upon them all a strong storm - strong winds that destroyed rickety rooves - practically plucking them from their houses like it was nothing . Strong , heavy rains that flooded the earth , a desperate rebuttal to wash away the scum of the world.

Alfred and Bruce stood together side by side as they watch a small casket descend into the depths of the earth . The priest practically choked on his tears during his prayer - Bruce feels himself going numb all over again - just life when his parents left him - he feels himself succumbing to the darkness and emptiness that reside inside him.

He shovels dirt onto your grave , each movement engraves a knife deeper in his chest - further solidifying the fact that you were gone and never ever coming back . He will never get back the sound of your cute giggles , never receive your colorful doodles of Alfred and himself , never get the opportunity to carry you on his shoulders , never get to experience you going to high school , you getting to experience you bring home your first boyfriend , the feeling of being overbearing and overprotective of his little girl going out with some guy , never get to experience watching you graduate high school , never get to experience you going to university and hear you complain about how annoying your professor is , never get to experience being happy and celebrating you getting your dream job and he would never ever get to experience watching you get married to the love of your life .

He would never get to experience any of this because you were never coming back home to Alfred or him . Bruce pulls up to the drive way of his home . His hand falls to his side as he watches out of the window and glances at the shrubbery. He misses you so much - he wonders all the time if you would love your adopted siblings - if you'd doodle all of them with your scented crayons and hang them up on the fridge , he wonders if you'd love petting Titus with Damian , if you'd play tea party with the girls , if you'd chase Jason down the halls with Tim and Dick because he stole your plushy -

He wonders if you'd love them , wonders if your watching over them - if you are proud that after you died he became the Bat ? Wonders if you would be proud that Alfred stopped drinking for you because he didn't want his little girl to be sad . He exits his car , his hands clutches the stuffed white bear in his hand and the other holds the bouquet of tulips and sunflowers.

He takes the long walk to the family cemetery , recalls all the funny conversations you both had - like how you thought the sun followed you in the car - maybe it did because whenever he was with you things were brighter . Even now , as he stands in front of your grave , the sun set behind you like a golden crown , its soft orange and pink hues , your favorite colors , paint the sky . Bruce sits near your grave and begins to talk to you ,

" Hey sweet girl how are you ? ......Daddy and Grandpa misses you alot sweet girl ...we miss you alot .....did you know grandpa made your favorite brownies today ? He made your own pan because he knows you loved them ....Daddy brought you a new stuffie and your favorite flowers ? You can name him whatever you want sweet girl .....I see grandpa left you a princess crown - I bet you love the pink glitters don't you sweet girl ? Daddy knows your still the prettiest princess no matter where you are . I miss you so much sweet girl - I wish you were here hunny - wish I could get more of your warm hugs - Wish you were still here with me - with us "

Everything goes silent for a long time , Bruce stays , embracing your comfort . Bruce watches as the sun full set behind the distant trees , the world now engulfed in darkness . He gets up , wiping away the lone stray tears on his face as he prepares to face his family.

He gathers himself and looks at your grave one last time , " Daddy loves you sweet girl stay safe for me okay ?" and with that Bruce leaves , heart heavy and longing .

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Al Ghuls

Pt 4.

Author's note: Fully admit I squeel ever time someone comments on my post. Thank you guys so much, I can't explain the happy confidence this gives me. Also I have my ask open so if you want something explained more, pop on in there.

The world was a blur of blueish green. Bubbles floated up above you towards a flickering light over head. Your body was suspended in whatever the thick liquid around you was. You knew where you were, this was an old dream that followed you for as long as you could remember.

Above your head you could see two people swirling. One was Jason. He was in the suit they originally buried in and younger than he was now. He looked like when you were two. Soft fluffy hair splayed out in the viscus liquid. His tie floated out from under his suit jacket. You couldn't see his face as he was looking towards the light. Somehow though you knew it was his. The idea it was someone else made you laugh.

The second person you didn't know. He had welled groomed hair that seem to barely move as he floated. Parts of it were white but most of it was black. He had facial hair but you had never learned what the style was called. You had seen it in movies though. His features seem stoic and calm with closed eyes pointed towards you. He wasn't sleeping though. His eyes were close on purpose, he intentionally wouldn't look at the bottom. You knew you had known him at one point and would meet him again. This... pit connected you two.

As a child you had envied him. That his eyes were closed and he couldn't see the bottom. You had tried swimming to Jason to protect you from what you saw there. Tried swimming to the stranger too. All it did was flip you around. You couldn't close your eyes either. She wouldn't let you.

However, during the experiments you started looking by yourself. Maybe it was stress of the whole situation or your growing immunity to fear and pain. Whatever it was you were grateful for it. Towards the bottom was an endless darkness that pulsed and sang with power. There standing in that darkness was a woman. Her skin was burnt away, strands of hair dance to power's drum beat. At first her arms were by her side, only her head tilted up. That was when you tried to run out of fear. The first time you turned willing she seemed surprised. Her emotions rippled in you like your own did. Everytime after her arms were open to you. Reaching out to grab you.

After your meta abilities awoke in the experiments you started swimming to her. You felt drawn in by that pulsing power at the bottom. She was happy when you did that. You began to understand why she liked the bottom. At the bottom you were not just a part of something, you were everything. You pitied the stranger now, who refused to look towards the bottom. The water was fine but the bottom was eternity.

The woman at this point began would always grab your face. Her eyes would open, untouched by flames and so similar yet different to yours. They glowed the same color as your own. "Now is not the time. You are not ready to remember." And you understood. You needed to complete something beyond the dream. The time would come. "Wake up."

You groaned as gentle beams of sun danced on your face. Last night you tried sleeping in your old bed. Key word being tried. After an hour of tossing and turning you gave up. Climbing underneath your bed to feel safe out of sight.

The experiments had provided you a cot to sleep in. But with the constant blinking light of a camera, you felt vulnerable. Often they would drop you on that cot after a rough round than continued when you appeared awake. So instead you started sleeping on floor under the camera. It bought more time to recover from the worst of everything. The only way to see you in that spot was to look through a viewing slit in the door. Which was fine because it caused light to pour in on your face.

A light similar to the one pouring on your face right now. Jumping awake you began scanning the room. None of your limbs were restrained, that was good. This wasn't another round of shots, it was probably a test of your abilities. You had to assess the situation, figure out what they were going before it started.

The room was your old bedroom in the manor. There was pause in your mind as memories flowed in. Right, right. You had escaped you were no longer in the experiments. It was safe. Or this was another test. You dug your hands into your eyes. Later, you would worry about that later. Scanning the room you noticed that it was clean.

There was no more dust on your bookcases. All the bags from yesterday's shopping trip were gone. Your closet was cleaned out with the new clothes hanging there. Looking down at your hands you saw your notebook with the plan was still there.

Your bedsheets were different. The faint smell of mothballs gone, replaced with laundry detergent. Tilting your head to the side your brain began to form new questions. The digital clock by your bed that had died long ago now flashed the time: 6:34 am.

Climbing out of bed, you peaked under the bed. The nest you had made late last night was gone. Instead you saw clean empty space with a singular note. It was written in simple print hand writing you had never seen before. "Please don't sleep on the floor again. It scared Alfred- Cass. PS breakfast is at 7."

You blinked Alfred was in your room with Cass? How did you not wake up? Surely you should of have heard something. Though Cass had always been oddly quiet. You remembered being scared of her when she first started living in the manor. She always snuck up on you when you were playing or reading. Alfred's military training might explain how you didn't hear him entering.

You needed to be more cautious. Opening your notebook you drew a little ninja star next to Cass's name. Next to Alfred's name you drew a caution symbol. These two could catch you writing in the notebook and ruin everything. Assuming they haven't already read it.

You paused. Did they read it well you were asleep? That was something you needed to find out and fast. A smirk crossed your face when you read the note, "Better hurry down to breakfast."

Cass had always found communicating difficult. Growing up unable to speak had made the task feel impossible. So when she first arrived in the manor to find a curious six year old running around she began to wonder. Was that how she could have been had she be raised normally? Curious and talkative. So Cass observed the girl for the first three weeks.

Books were her favorite, followed by children diy kits that taught them science. Cass quickly identified that the girl liked learning while playing. She watched as she explained her experiments to a collection of stuff animals. She would listen to her like the girl really was a teacher.

However, she began to noticed a change. The girl became skittish and paranoid. Always looking over her shoulder, flinching at the house settling, staying in public areas near Alfred. It wasn’t until she heard a conversation between the girl and Alfred that she finally understood why.

Cass accidentally scared her. Appearing without any noise and just standing there listening had scared (Name). She felt terrible but wasn’t sure how to make it up to the girl. So Cass choose to stay away, find some other place to learn.

One day, Cass found the perfect way to apologize for scaring the girl. The Joker had escaped again and got way to close. Bruce discovered that he couldn't handle the idea of one of his kids getting hurt. Especially the vulnerable one. That being of course, (Name), the only civilian in the family. With Bruce on the edge of a mental breakdown worrying about her safety and coming back every night bleeding from beating up criminals, Dick asked for ideas. So Cass found the best way to get her out of Gotham. A school that was only for girls, that taught the science lessons that made her the most happy. A learning paradise that was perfectly safe.

(Name) never made it there. Cass felt sick even though it had been hours since she heard the news. Had her recommendation been what caused this? If she had never recommended that school than maybe (Name) wouldn't have disappeared for two years.

Early this morning around 4am, when they had gotten back to the manor Alfred had approached concerned. She was sleeping under her bed, clutching a notebook, and shaking. Literal full body tremors while nested in blankets that smelt like moth balls.

When they tried moving her, she kicked and screamed so much they had to sedate her. The tranquilizer they had used would keep her asleep for a few hours until Bruce arrived home. It unnerved all of them. What had she endured to have reactions like that? They all worked together to clean up her room before having breakfast.

The table was unusually quiet. Cass looked down the table, her ability broadcasting everyone's emotions to her. Dick was distraught, pushing the food on his plate around with wide eyes and a tense posture. Jason was angry, eating his food with a curled lip and tight shoulders. Tim looked to be somewhere between analytical and upset, he was focused on his phone probably working her case. Steph was concerned looking towards the stairway that led to (Name)'s room. Barbara's stress was getting to her, probably because she couldn't find anything last night. Duke was worried, glancing at the plate they had set out for (Name), just in case.

Cass looked towards Damian before blinking. He wouldn't look at any of them directly. His plate was untouched, same with the utensils set beside them. Something was swirling around in his eyes. He opened his mouth but closed it. Conclusion he wanted to say something but wasn’t.

"Damian?"

"Why did none of you tell me about my sister?" Damian's eye snapped to the table. They were narrowed with his face scrunched up. Arm crossed over his body with stiff shoulders. He was angry.

Tim's posture straighten. His eyebrows knitted together and he blinked twice. His mouth open partially before closing than opening again to speak. Confusion. "We did?"

Damian growled like a beast. His hand gripped his arms tightly, "Telling me I have a sister is not the same as telling me about my sister."

"Oh." Jason barred his teeth jabbing a finger towards Damian. "Why didn't you ask about her. When we told you, you have a sister why didn't you ask?"

"Because I was certain you were talking about Cain." Damian gestured to Cass. She looked down at her own untouched plate. That wasn't her fault, right?

The table went silent. Cass refused to analysis the situation again. Her eyes remained glued to the plate. Someone cleared their throat, "Morning?"

Cass looked to the stairway finding (Name) standing there. She awoke from the tranquilizer early, way to early in fact. She should have been asleep until well in the afternoon. Everyone shared one look, silenting agreeing to not mention the tranquilizer. (Name's) shoulders were tense and her body was angled away from them slightly. Most of her weight shifted away from them. Eyes rapidly moving around the room. Her hands gripping the backpack she was currently wearing. Conclusion she was willing to run. There was a good chance she remember earlier.

Duke smiled at her brightly, "Good Morning. Your plates over here if your hungry. What's with the backpack?"

"Thanks." She walked towards her chairs. Her steps measured, her chin high and eyes focused on where she was going. She would have appeared confident if not for the tension throughout her whole body. (Name) took off her backpack and set it next to her chair. She answered Duke's question as she sat, "I have some research projects from school I need to wrap up. Might not be getting a grade anymore but I still wanna finish them."

Another unspoken agreement occurred between everyone. Dick clear his throat before speaking, "Oh what are you researching? Perhaps one of us could help."

"Don’t worry about it." She shook her head, grabbing her silverware. There was a shift in her facial expression, it was subtle but edged. Cass snapped her eyes to Dick shaking her head slightly. "Oh, hey Cass. I saw your note earlier."

Cass's throat dried up. She nodded. (Name) stabbed her fork into the waffle on her plate. "Thanks for telling about breakfast but can you not go in my room again. I have a... system and it's frustrating when people... mess with it."

Tension rippled down the table. She almost certainly did remember being tranquilized. She let out a small half laugh, "side effect of roommates, am I right?"

"Yeah. Hey why don't you tell us about them." Steph forced her smile. Cass had the vaguest sense of being on a chess board. She wasn't sure what the girl's ulterior could be though. (Name) continued to eat offering a noncommittal shrug.

"Not much to tell. They were..." Her eyes darken. She looked up for a few seconds, "troublesome." That was an understatement to mislead them.

Barbara took up the topic. This was their best chance to get information for the investigation. She made the next move on the board, "Oh, that doesn't sound good. What did they do?"

(Name) reached for her cup and took a sip. She was delaying giving them information but trying to be causal. They weren't going to get the full truth from whatever was said next, "Stealing and reading my diary." Those darken eyes flicked to Cass. She wasn't giving information she was... verbally attacking.

"Oh." The word slipped from Cass's mouth. That notebook she was clutching in her sleep. Did she think one of them read it? They couldn’t if they wanted to, she had a death grip on it in her sleep. Oh no. She wouldn't tell them information willing if she thought they had violated her privacy. Cass thought of a subtle way to hint that none of them looked. "That’s rude."

"Yeah, good thing no one here would do that right?" Her words were a test. This was a chess board and she was about to get the information she wanted. Everyone murmured something along the lines of agreement. Cass joined in feeling (Name) stare burn into her. Finally (Name) smiled happily and Cass felt herself relax.

The carefree six year old was back with that smile. Cass's mind flashed with memory. She wanted to make that kid happy and join in with the teddy bears recieving a chemistry lesson. Read the pile of books surrounding the girl together. She wanted to have the childhood she missed out on with (Name). Once they solved the case on what happened two years ago, Cassandra would do everything she could to experience that.

"Hey Alfred." (Name) moved on. The six year old disappearing again. Calculation shown in her eyes. Right chess board, she was making another move, "I know I told Duke about this but I figured I should tell you myself. My debit card, the one my allowance is transferred to, was stolen at school. Can you get that canceled for me? Oh! Maybe we'll were doing that we should talk to the family accountant about disputing the charges."

"Very well, Miss. I will arrange a meeting with Mr. Davis to discuss the actions necessary." Alfred nodded from where he sat at the table. (Name) lip twitch subtly and her lips flickered. That move had put her closer to something important. Cutting of financial means to someone.

Cass nudged Tim's foot under the table. They had to take this chance to try and figure out who she wanted cut off. Tim looked at her, blinked once than asked, "Did your roommates take your card?"

"No..." (Name) paused "I think it was a teacher but I can't prove it." There it was. Who ever she was cutting off was important to something. Not principal or student but teacher somewhere in the middle. Their first major clue in the investigation, whoever had her debit card was involved in what happened. "Anyways, I'm full. I'm gonna go to the library now." This round was over for now.

"I will accompany you." Damian stood from the table.

(Name) snorted grabbing her bag, "Yeah, no. I don't want you anywhere near me. Beside, I study better alone."

Damian's face fell. The poor boy looked devastated, Cass couldn't blame him. It must of felt like the same rejection she felt as when she accidentally scared little (Name). Dick spoke up "Hey, that's unnecessary. Don't talk to Damian like."

(Name) half laugh dismissively, jabbing a thumb towards her half brother. "Dude, he full blown shoved me into a wall yesterday. Why would I want to hang out with him after that?"

Damian immediately stepped forward. (Name) went on the defensive, back into that bolting stance. "I thought you were an intruder." Silence huge heavy in the air. (Name)'s mouth huge open and she looked Damian over twice. A small puff of air. Conclusion, she was upset.

"Wow!" Sarcasm dripping from the word like it was a wet rag freshly removed from running water, "That’s the strangest apology I've ever heard. I'm gonna go well you think that over."

She left the room quickly after that. Everyone looked at each other uncertainly. Finally Duke spoke, "Told you."

"What?" Jason's face morphed from a mixture shock and impressed to confusion.

"She has a shit list and Damian's name is underlined."

Damian's stance harden. His face flickering between steel and despair. He marched out of the room muttering, "You should have told me more about my blood sister."

Fully admit I struggled writing this chapter. Special thanks to the anonymous asker who gave me the idea of Damian being disappointed with the family about the lack of information on reader.

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I need an au where joker torture reader (his daughter) without him remembering shit but reader know it's him so she tries to reasons with him, begged for him to snap out of it but nothing happens. Batman tries to save the reader but it was already too late, she was already dead.. Body torn, dismembered, skin peeled, bones broken, blood everywhere, eyes gauge out, teeth pulled out like her finger nails.. She was beyond recognition. In a fit of anger, Batman beat up joker and somehow made him(joker) snap back and memories of the reader as a kid flashing through his mind. Joker remembers why he was joker in the first place.. Remember why he sent her away and left her as a child(to protect her from himself because he knew that he'd lose himself one day). He starts blaming Batman for making her a Robin, for bringing her to the life of vigilantes when all he (joker) wanted was for his little treasure to live a normal and peaceful life. (Do your magic, I suck at writing)

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waited for life to hit me hard so I can make this angsty

OH FATHER DAREST PLEASE SAVE ME

I Need An Au Where Joker Torture Reader (his Daughter) Without Him Remembering Shit But Reader Know It's

What defines evil? What defines the line between betrayal and trust ? What defines the line between justice and superiority ? TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME PLEASE !!

Name grew up to be a good child - a child that Jack Naiper and Harleen Quinzel felt pride in . Name was their saving grace , their redemption from the filthy fangs of Gotham's slum and criminal underground. Name was their heaven in a place of hell.

They were never Joker or Harley Quin for her - no they'd never dawn such a monstrous mask for their sweet child no - for her they'd be normal - for her they'd love her .

Joker always smiled around her - not the smile he dawns at night no - it was a soft fatherly smile when he watched you color away in your book . He always took pride that he was your safe place that you would always come running to him when you injured yourself or wanted to excitedly show off your drawings.

Harley loves her child - her precious daughter always takes pride in dressing her and making her lunch before the school bus picks her up . She revels in the sweet way her daughter calls her " mommy " and makes her feel so proud and happy.

You may not be biologically Joker or her child but God did you feel like you were made for them - this small little angel that just likes holding her mommy's hand and coloring in her daddy's tattoos while babbling on about her day.

It feels surreal for them both every day when they wake up to your happy giggles every morning . It's a routine so soft- Harley makes herself and Joker coffee while you get a glass of apple juice . Joker always finds himself getting your book bag and lunch bag ready before helping Harley with breakfast.

You're in the living room watching Dora, the explorer on the t.v, your little legs rocking back and forth . Joker sits you on his lap and feeds you while Harley gets your bath and uniform ready. " Daddy, can I be like you and have green hair ?" You asked him once oh so innocent .

Joker giggles at your antics , " Now why would my princess want green hair ?" . " I wanna look like you !" You exclaimed as you snuggled into him. Joker laughs and kisses you on the forehead . " My princess is too pretty to look like me."

Before they know it, they're standing at the front door waving you off as you enter the school bus. They both sigh, but their face melts as they peak ,Balck Mask lackies further down the road.

" I thought we agreed not to bring home work," Harley asks , practically boring a hole into one of them. " I thought so too," Joker mumbles as he clenches his fists. There was an agreement - an agreement generally acknowledged by all criminals of gotham's slums and underground world that under no circumstances that you were to interfere with one another as civilians.

Guess black mask wants to play a dangerous game. Harley watches in silence as she watches them offload boxes from an unmarked truck into a house.

Joker pursues his lips - he knew he was no one to talk since he does his own dirty business, but he hates it that Black Mask chose to do his near his home - your home. " I swear if name gets hurt because if this I am going to kill everyone," he swears . Harley nods in agreement.

The evening dawns upon the Gotham , the sun sets under the tall distant sky rise like a collapsing star - its beams of light breaking apart upon the floor as a last abode. Name happily skips to the Wayne Manor , her barbie back pack in tow.

The manor so dark - so looming in the distant had once scared her so much, but now she's grown so accustomed to it. Name carefully yanks the door black , iron gate open , her small feet push her towards the big mahogany halls of the manor.

Name gets on her tip toes and carefully presses her small finger on the doorbell. Moments pass, and Alfred opens the door , " Miss name, you know you don't have to ring to the doorbell every time you visit " Alfred greets her. Name smiles , " papa told me it's rude to enter someone's home without asking for permission first" .

Alfred shakes his head but still motions her to come inside - Name was a newly addition to the Wayne Manor- a good one at that. Name giggles as she bumbles in , running inside , " Jasonnnnnnn~" Name calls out in a sing song tone.

Said boy was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons when his head perks up at the mention of name's voice , "Name !! You're actually here !" , he exclaims as he runs over to embrace her . Jason has always wanted a little sister - selfishly he know this dream of his would never had happen with the type of parents he had - a drug addicted mother and a father who worked as Black Mask's lackey wasn't they environment for a child like name so safe to say when he met her at school - his blood just took to her.

Jason was simply walking home from school - his mood sour since Bruce had insisted he attend a gala tonight . God knows Jason Todd hates galas with everything in him - it's just a bunch of preppy rich fucks that gather around to brag to one another about how rich they were.

Jason feels his jaw clench at he damned thought - he would gladly sell off his soul if it meant that he didn't have to stand hours on end in some scratchy suit and plaster on some stupid smile. Another sigh leaves his lips as he stops at a cross road.

a " Excuse me mister can you please cross me across the road ? My papa can't do it because he has to work late and mama has to run the salon" a little voice calls out to him followed by a soft tug on his uniform's shirt. Jason looks down to see this small little girl looking right at him with big old eyes.

'Sure kid why not", he answers . The kid smiles at him all wide and Jason swears it took everything within him not to squish the kid's cheeks together. Jason holds her hand and walks her across , ' Thank you Mister !" Name thanks him as she hugs him. Jason pats her head , " Anytime kid also just call me Jason" . Name smiles up at him , " My name is name !!" she exclaims as if it's the best thing in the world - probably is.

Jason's afternoon evening continued like this - he'd always wait at that cross road and cross name right over until one day rain began pouring . Jason sat in the limbo , Alfred seated at front , idly tapping away at the steering wheel , " Master Jason are you sure the young miss would arrive ?" Alfred questions Jason . Jason anxiously picks at his fingernails , " I'm not sure Alfie.." .

A long moment passes before name's small figure emerges through the heavy down pour of the rain and Jason immediately shove's the limbo's door open, " Name ! Get in !" . Name looks confused for a moment but when she realizes it's Jason she immediately crawls in the car , soaking wet. " Uhh sorry for the mess ..." she trails off nervous and embarrassed . " Not a thing to worry about dear - here would you like the heater to be turned on ?" , Alfred reassures her .

Name hesitantly nods before seating herself next to Jason. " Alright , we are going to Wayne mansion okay ? Once the rain calms down I'm sure to drop you off home alright ?"Alfred offers her with a gentle smile . Name meekly nods but snuggles into Jason and he allows her to steal his warmth.

Ever since then - Wayne Manor's residence treats name like their family - it's own blood - only difference is that the little thing does not live with them . Jason let's out a cough as Name sits across from him , Alfred enters the living space , snacks in hand and warm tea for Jason.

" I big brother okay ?" Name asks as she nimble away at a Oreo cookie. Jason let's out another cough before Alfred answers her , " I'm afraid Master Jason's flu keeps on getting worse as each day progresses - maybe if he actually rested and took his medicine he'd feel better " Alfred complains as he side eyes Jason. Jason weakly coughs, " Name don't worry about Alfred , I'm fine -" he counters but is interrupted by another cough.

Name giggles at his antics, " You need to take your medicine - my mama would take away my Ipad if I don't " she giggles away. Alfred laughs , " Maybe I should do that to Master Jason - maybe he'd actually learn to take care of himself for once " . Jason side eyes Jason before coughing out his lungs.

" Ya'll just overreacting" he murmurs weakly. The evening is spent with Jason coughing his life out while Name watches henry danger on the big television. The door of the foyer opens and there emerges Bruce Wayne in all his glory . Name perks up at him and gives him a wave , " Good Evening Uncle !!" she greets him. Bruce smiles and waves back at her , " Evening Name I see you came to visit your big brother ?" he questions with a knowing stare at Jason. Jason rolls his eyes,

"I'm not sick" he defended while another cough exits his mouth. Everyone immediately erupts in laughter at his pathetic lie. " Sureeee" Bruce teases as he puts away his briefcase before excepting a glass of water from Alfred. Just as everyone was starting to unwind - an alarm sounds off - the television immediately switches to a live feed of Joker and Harley Quin in jester masks smuggling cargo.

Bruce feels his jaw clench at the sight and immediately begins gearing himself. Jason begins to weakly stand up only to fall flat on his face , "Owww" he groans , name immediately rushes up to him , helping back onto the sofa , " Uncle I don't think Jay can join you" you murmur helpless. Bruce eyes you and Jason's growing red face . "It's alright I will handle them myself" he declares before he walks off. Jason's eyes widen , " You can't go by yourself -" he calls out stubbornly .

"You aren't going and that's final" Bruce says with finality as he slips on his batman mask. Jason stares at him defiantly while Alfred quietly presses a damp rag to his forehead. Name hesitantly raises her hand , " what if I go in his place uncle ?" she asks a bit shaken. Bruce opens his mouth - ready to deny her suggestion when Jason looks back at him defiantly , " If you can so call handle it yourself - I'm sure Name being there won't make a difference" he says defiantly.

Bruce pursues his lips , " Fine but Name you stand behind me " he says before walking off. Name eagerly runs behind him as she quietly slips on the robin suit, " I promise to do you good jay !" she calls off before disappearing down the hall.

Jason smiles before he coughs , " Sure kid !" he calls back.

Harley and Joker , in the dead of the sinking sun , hurriedly offload Black Masks' cargo into one of their own trucks , " I am gonna resell this shit back to him for this shit" Joker curses as he puts the last of the load in the back , Harley shutting the door with a loud 'tud'. " I feel like thats too vanilla honey we should straight up maim him for breaking code' she says with a grit in her tone.

Both were about to enter the vehicle when Batman and Robin landed on top the vehicle. " Stop right there Joker" Batman declares , already glaring down at them. " Go fuck off Bats this has nothing to do with you" Harley shouts at him. " Ma'am cursing is bad !" robin calls out behind batman , her small figure practically hidden by his massive cape.

Joker lets off a mask , " Aww Bats I didn't know you parent stray kids now " he laughs manically . Batman grimaces , ' What do you think you two are doing smuggling drugs " he accuses . Joker laughs again before reaching into his purple coat and began shooting towards them , " Come find out for yourself batsy ~" he teases.

Batman picks up Robin and jumps into the air , dodging the stray bullets when Harley took the opportunity to throw smoke bombs right at them. " Such damn pests !" she calls out as the bombs exploded - masking their vision. Their view is immediately shrouded and Batman grabs Robin and crouches behind a dustbin.

As the smoke disintegrates , Harley comes swinging at them with her spiky bat , " Hello Batsyyyy !!" she calls out as she swings at them - batman narrowly escapes but robin unfortunately hadn't and their stomach is immediately makes impact with it and is sent flying backwards into a wall. Joker takes his chance to stand atop the van nd starts raining down bullets before Batman has the chance to react.

" This is pathetic even for you Bats !!" he calls out as he refloads back in a magazine. Robin gets onto her feet and immediately throws batarangs his way - attempting to divert him. Joker curses and Batman takes the opportunity to land hard kick into Harley's jaw and he immediately jumps after Joker.

Harley goes colliding into the floor - her nose bleeding but before she even gets a chance , robin immediately jumps onto her back and begins restraining her in handcuffs.

Meanwhile Batman And Joker standoff - each trading dangerous blows to one another , both eagerly waiting for a weak spot to open to permanently take down their opponent. Joker wipes the blood of his lips as he stares down Batman , gun aimed at him , "Fun time's over Bats - time to end this " he declares , fingers trained on the trigger.

Batman grimaces as he lunges at him but it was too late - it all happens in slow down , joker changes his aim and aims his gun right at Robin and 'swoosh'. The bullet slices through the air at rapid speed and collides into robin's spine. Robin let out an ear piercing scream - a scream that practically shook the earth as robin lays face front onto the ground , crimson blood pouring out rapidly.

Batman screams as he lands on top of Joker -, " NAME !!" he calls out as he threw Joker's laughing body away somewhere like it was garbage. Joker in the amidst his maniac laughter stopped - it can't be , that name is too familiar - it , no that couldn't be his daughter. Harley laid there frozen - the reality of the situation dawns upon her when she watches Batman turns robin around onto their back and removed their mask to reveal name - her name - their name.

Harley feels her insides twists -, " NAME ?" she calls out confused . Batman frantically wipes the grime off name's face to reveal her pale face , her eyes slowly closing. Joker immediately comes barreling towards them , his mask long removed as he pushes away Batman.

"Name , honey - honey what - why " he stammers as he holds her in his hands. Harley is full on crying , no wailing her lungs out to the point it hurts - she cant believe her sweet girl was robin no- it can't be her sweet girl was always home on time - Batman must have forced her ! yes - he force her to be robin - she tries to convince herself - her mind to far gone to accept the cruel reality she's living in.

" Papa /" Name murmurs as she watches him through her drowsy eyes . " It hurts..." she murmurs as she shivers in his hold. Joker holds her close , "It's okay daddy's here - he's here baby - he's here to save you promise" he whispers as he tries pressing down on her wound.

" Papa please ...save me -it's too dark ...too painful" she pleads with him but it was too late , her eyes shut for the last time and her pulse stops. Joker lets out an agonizing scream before Batman tackles him to the ground. " You leave Name alone " he barks - his tone furious - he knew joker was cruel but to be so cruel to kill his own was a wicked he thinks not even the devil could achieve.

" YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME SHIT BATS NOT WHEN YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S DEAD" Joker screams as he violently trashes in his hold . Harley can only cry - her eyes were bloodshot red as it stared at your discarded corpse - she refuses to believe that her baby's corpse - not thats someone else baby her's is home building a pillow fort waiting for her to come home .

" DON'T BLAME ME FOR YOUR SICK SHIT - YOU'RE THE ONE THAT FUCKING SHOT HER" Batman curses as he sucker punches Joker's face , practically sending it pummeling into the floor. " YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE BATS - YOU'RE THE BLOODY ASS THAT BROUGHT HER IN THIS DAMN LIFE - A LIFE THAT SHE WASN'T MEANT TO BE IN " Joker curses as he lays there helplessly on the floor .

His body feels too weak to get up - it feels like lead was poured into his veins and is keeping him chained to the floor. Batman kicks Joker to the side of the van , in the distance ,wailing sirens rang through the empty streets as they slowly approach them . " I hope when you both are rotting in the darkest pits of hell - that you both realize that you never deserve Name in the first place , that tonight , her death is on your heads , that you both are so vile that karma paid you a visit and that costed a pure soul like name's - that name is never fucking coming back " Batman declares.

Rain immediately begins to pour down like heavy bullets, Batman scoops up your cold corpse , practically tucking you into the safety and warmth of his corpse before he grapples away.

Blue and red lights flashes about as the smell of burnt tires filled their noses. Harley lets out a scream before a police officer drags her away into the confides of an armored truck. Joker stares into nothingness as an army of police officers drag him into a separate armored van , he glares at the spot batman stood in before the door closes on him permanently. " We'll see how you react when I take away something precious from you bats " he swears before his maniac laughter echoes off the empty streets.

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