"Who is Erza Quinn?" The boys said together as their father walked out of his room. The four boys were standing outside his room waiting for who knows how long.
"I'll check the computer." He said and rubbed his eyes. It was a long night in Gotham. He was looking for Joker and Harley, but they weren't anywhere to be seen.
"I'll get you some coffee, Bruce." Dick said and walked off to the kitchen. They walked down to the cave and Bruce's eyes went wide.
"Why didn't you tell me someone broke in?!" He scolded them as he read the message spray painted on the screen. "You were passed out." Damian said nonchalantly. "Whoever did this could've left a camera or something." Bruce growled before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Here's your coffee." Dick said as he walked into the cave. "You are the oldest. So you're suppose to be most responsible." Bruce snapped in reply. "You were passed out." Dick shrugged. "See Grayson gets it." Damian smirked. "Well of course he would he treats you like you're perfect." Tim sneered. "You wanna fight, Drake?!" Damian growled. "Little wing your ten stop trying to fight people." Jason laughed. "All of you quiet." Bruce growled. "Don't talk to them like that." A women's voice ordered. They all turned to see Erza standing there at the entrance. "Hello there, boys." Erza said and smiled at them. "How did you get in here?" Bruce asked. "Not important. But I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Erza Quinn! Daughter of Harley and Joker." She smiled brightly. "What do you want?" Jason asked. "Well you four delicious boys of course." She squealed. "But I guess I'll settle for just one of you." She shrugged. "Who?" Dick asked. "Him." She smirked and pointed her finger at Tim Drake.
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Kidnapped by Quinn
Fanfiction[EDITING] The daughter of Harley Quinn and Joker learns a valuable lesson. Crazy is genetic. Evils isn't. And it all starts when Tim Drake is kidnapped by Quinn.
