The Tale Of Becky Quinn

Bonding

Becky had left the kitchen after convincing Alfred that she didn't feel well and headed to her room, after she entered she turned on the TV and watched the news and paused the TV when a picture of her father came on, they were still discussing the subject of the young girl that was now said to be the Joker's daughter, she crawled over to the TV and stared at him.

He was the personification of insanity; she wasn't crazy, but some of the traces of humanity that was still in her were starting to fade.

Becky reached up and traced her fingers along the TV screen,

His wide, cynical yet cruel smile that touched his eyes; the stark green outline of his raven hair, the effects of the chemicals his skin, no his body had been tainted with; the twisted humor in his heart, if he had one; the way his laughter could bring chills to the most strong-willed people in Gotham and how his very name creates pale faces and pools of blood on concrete.

The chemicals? Becky looked blindly at the picture seeing him all her life she was used to what he looked like, she didn't go unfazed by them, the chemicals did faze her, and she was very short 4'8 to exact and the whole hair turning green thing. The chemicals were finally taking charge and trying to make a 'Joker Jr.'

Joker that was his name. The name of my...Father.

Daddy's Little Girl.

She flicked the TV off and laid backing her bed, she wasn't daddy's girl that was for sure she wasn't terrified of him but she was....scared; Becky turned on her side and closed her eyes, did they know where she was? Are they coming for her? She didn't know she buried her face into her pillow and cried and she did so until she fell asleep.

Bruce sat in his office glaring at the TV; he rested his arms on his desk. He wanted to know where they got this information on the Jokers daughter; Gordon wasn't a squealer and Bullock didn't have any information...or so he thought anyway he switched off the TV and rubbed his temples.

"Bruce?" Said man looked over at his door,

"Barbra" he said watching her as she walked over in front of his desk; she folded her arms across her chest,

"When were you going to tell me you took her in?!" She demanded softly. Bruce sighed

"I didn't know how you would take it..." he muttered.

Barbra glared at him, "She is the spawn of the two most wanted people in Gotham! How would you think I would take it!" she said now letting her voice rise,

Bruce stood up making Barbra back down;

"Give her a chance me and Tim had the same talk! She's just a child" he said,

Barbra glared up at him,

"Yeah well I'm not a child! If that girl is anything like her parents then I don't want her around! Put her somewhere were they can help her like Arkham!"

Bruce placed his hands on her shoulders, "Barbra" he said softly "Please Rebecca is...she isn't...." he sighed and let go of Barbra and sat back down, "She isn't like her parents...or at lest she doesn't try to be" he said finally looking at the redhead, who seemed to relax,

"I'm still not happy about all this..." she told him and walked towered the door, "But I will give her a chance" she said as she shut the door behind her.

Bruce sat back in his chair and picked the bridge of his nose, "This is not going to be pretty..." he muttered and laid back in his chair, and thought about what Becky had said;

"Maybe batman could...never mind...thanks Mr. Wayne..."

"Maybe Batman could..." Bruce mumbled to himself.

"Alfred I'm home!" Tim shouted as he burst in to the house and started up the stairway,

"I'm going to the mall with Kyle be back in a little while!"

"Mister Tim wait!" Alfred said walking out of the living room "Why don't you see if Becky wants to go with you" he asked Tim frowned.

"You ask her and I wont tell Mister Bruce that you failed another math test" Alfred told him as he passed the staircase and into the kitchen; Tim sighed,

"Fine I'll ask her!" he called as he headed up the stairs and turned down the hall to Becky's room, he stopped at her door and sighed.

He knocked twice and waited for an answer, after he didn't get one he knocked again; "Becky!" he called out "Open up!"

He heard shifting then the door opened he backed up as Becky stood in the door way,

"Y-yeah?" she asked, Tim tilted his head a bit when he noticed that Becky's eyes were red.

'Are you okay?" he asked as he stepped closer to her "You eyes are kind of red" Becky backed up a bit,

"I'm fine!" she snapped then cleared her throat "I'm fine" she said softly "Did you want something?" she asked.

Tim nodded "Yeah...my friend Kyle and I are going to the mall...you wanna tag along?"

Becky shrugged "I've never been to the mall..." she told him shyly Tim rubbed the back of his neck; "Never been to the mall?" he asked, Becky shrugged "I guess I'll tag along Let me get ready" she said as she closed the door.

Tim told her that he would be waiting in the kitchen before he started down the hall. As he walked into the kitchen Alfred stopped him,

"So Becky is going with you?" He asked, Tim nodded as he slid up on the counter "Yeah...looked like she was crying" he told him; Alfred sighed "They turned her Mother into Arkham today..." he whispered.

The apple Tim was holding stopped midway to his mouth and he looked down, "Oh" he mumbled as he sat the apple on the counter "Both her parents are In Arkham now right?" he asked Alfred nodded. Tim leaned back on his hands, "At least I can visit my parents...well there graves at least...I feel horrible that she can't even visit them"