the jokers daughter and THE BATMANS SON!!!

chapter 26 Chemical Reactions (part 1)

(The photo above I drew just for this chapter~<3)

I wake up feeling exhausted. I had stayed awake for what felt like hours the image of my own twisted smile stuck in my mind the red eyes, pale skin, and black hair. It was me but different as if I had snapped. I had waisted some time in a computer that had been setting near my bed googling me and my family, some reports came up but nothing too important I had seen the word "Arkham" appear many times and did some looking into that till I passed out tired. I sat up looking in the mirror my long dark brown hair and brown eyes. It seemed almost impossible for that girl to be me, but then again the world works in funny ways. I stretch getting out of bed I look over in my closet and find some black and pink shorts that looked like they must have been pants at one point from the frayed cut at the end. I put on a black top and pink hoodie with a black hear on the pocket. I Slide a black belt with hearts all over it on and look at myself in a cracked mirror I sighed walking down stairs. I could hear my mom singing as the smell of burnt food fills the air I cough a bit at the smell I hear a laugh and turn to see my dad walking out from what looked to be an office.

"Even with your memory gone you seem to dread the smell hehehe. How you feeling kiddo." He says patting my back

".....find I had a nightmare last night so I'm a bit low on sleep." I say followed by a yawn.

"Don't worry about nightmares. They end up making you Batty." He said walking into where my mom was singing I follow seeing a kitchen surprisingly it looked to be made to mimic a kitchen from a normal home, built in the middle of a safe house it was as if the safe house was a shell covering a self built house. Was a bit amazed.

"Morning sweety."my mother says I look at her she it's in the same jester outfit but now with a apron added. "I hope your Hungry I made pancakes." She says pointing to a plate of chard pancakes. "Just scrape off the black and they are prefect."She says with a smile.

"Oh.....thhhannnks." I say picking one up it stayed stiff as I picked up I could tell it was as hard as a hockey puck ".....you know I'm gonna go for a walk...." I turn to walk out

"Wait! Where are you going? ...I'm not going to stop you from taking a walk but take this with you. I don't want you getting hurt." I turn back holding my hand out but freeze as he places a pink gun with a black "A" on it.

"T-this is a gun!?" I say shocked

"Why of course it is. It's your gun, I also ordered more of your throwing knives and firecracker bombs." He says handing me a belt holster holding three knives shaped like a spade symbol and a small bag. I look in disbelief, who just hands their daughter this stuff! I decide not to talk back and adjust my belt putting three knives on it and place the gun and bag in my hoodie pockets I smile nervously as I walk out of the warehouse. I felt uncomfortable walking around with such items on me as I walk.

"Have I always walked around like this?" I ask myself "I can't believe I could do anything to help them I'm just a girl....I can't be dangerous." As I turn the corner rubbing my fingers along the smooth barrel of the gun I hear yelling in a alleyway beside me I turn and see a tall young girl, with short brown hair, most likely in high school being mugged a man holding a knife against her throat. "Well I definitely don't live is the safe neighborhood." I say heading towards them full speed. "Hey get away from her!!" I turn my body and flip over him and grab his wrist twisting it causing the knife to fall from his hand she took the opportunity to slide away backing into the wall her eyes on me worried.

"You ok?" I ask looking over to her she nods and points behind me eyes Widen.

"Behind you!!" She yells I quickly duck as a knife passes above me the man stumbles a bit and instinctively I pull my gun shooting him in the stomach he gags and falls quietly. I gasp and stand up looking at him the girl looks shocked and scared.