Nightwing's Daughter (Fanfic)

The Joker Gets A Cold

Nightwing's Daughter - Chapter 2

The Joker gets a cold

"Ha, that's a name if ever I heard one." The Joker leered at me. I was no longer in the mood to stand around and make small talk. Three of my closet family members had been strung up, and they all had visible damage. I wanted to act.

"It is. Isn't it?" he knew I meant business; my voice had gone quiet and was as soft as velvet. He began to laugh at me; I took a couple of steps away from Nightwing and closed the distance between us. He began to sober up a bit. "You think you can beat me little girl? Papa bird has only just pushed you from the nest; you stand no chance in defeating me, especially on your own." Almost as an afterthought he added, "Oh and then you'd have to get through my good pal Dr. Freeze here. No chance." He repeated. While I took the verbal abuse I looked over his head a Batman, I knew he was looking at me with an intense 'This is serious. Be careful.' Eye warnings. He nodded, I began.

I walked forward a bit more, unclipping one of my hidden staffs from under my cape as I did so. Lengthening it, I spun it a couple of times before hitting a stunned Joker right across the middle. Effectively snatching away his insane laughter and winding him. He straightened up and lunged for me. His eyes were still watering from the impact. Unclear vision. Advantage. I did a couple of back flips in order to get out of range of anything he may throw at me.

"Dirty trick tweetie pie, didn't the rat with wings teach you it was naughty to play unfairly?" He was rubbing his stomach and glaring at where he thought I was in the shadows. In reality, in the time it had taken him to taunt me I was closer to Freeze on the opposite side of the room. The Joker could be violent and rash in action, but I knew little about Freeze so I was treating him as the more dangerous of the two, especially since he was stood right next to the computer that controlled the generator.

He was plugging himself into it, so in effect he was hooked up to the generator itself. He was using his ice power to make the computer think it was being ordered to cool the pipes full of chemicals. Meaning that given enough time the chemicals would freeze over, bursting the pipes and spilling everywhere. Just like they had planned.

Somewhere along the line the Joker had gotten hold of a machine gun, yay. He began to shot every which way in order to try and hit me, in his manic madness he had backed up just in front of Batman and Robin. A magazine worth of bullets had narrowly missed Nightwing. As one, the two men behind the Joker wrapped their legs around him. He and the gun both dropped to the ground, but not before a stray bullet hit Robin in the shoulder. His scream was like a blade in the cool atmosphere of the steel room.

I lobbed a bird-arang at Freeze; it struck him in the back of his glass domed head. "Don't get me wrong, I like a chill in the air, but I want to keep my toes." My words were accompanied by puffs of white clouds. "Frostbite will soon be the least of your worries my dear." He raised his hand to freeze me; he'd backed me right into a corner. An evil victorious grin crossed his blue-white scared face. I smiled back to. Did he really believe that I didn't know how to get out of this situation? I started to swing my arms for momentum. Jumping in the air I did the signature Nightwing move. A quadrupl somersault, a move that only a few people in the world could do, flying over Freeze, I landed quiet a way behind him, allowing me time to get my bearings. Once I had I ran towards him, he had only just started to turn around. I threw a second bird-arang at him; this one hit the cable that attached him to the generator. It was forced out of his back, with a scream and a flash of sparks, Freeze ran towards me.

He roared in anger, "You could have killed me you little..." But just what I was I never discovered, as in that second the generator drowned out the rest of his sentence. A mixture of loud beeps an whizz's emanated from the main console, the most concerning thing however was the fact that one of the sections had actually managed to catch alight, despite being surrounding by ice. I glanced around the whole room, my eyes finally resting upon the Joker who was getting up off of the floor. "What the hell is going on?" he snarled punching Robin in the process, his body jarred in a spasm, causing more blood to pour furiously from his bullet wound. Tears ran down his red hot face, mingling with the sweat that poured from his clammy forehead.