'How the fuck did you get my number?' I quickly texted back.
I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. Great...just what I need to make the day more interesting.
My phone started ringing so I answered, I was greeted by Joker on the other end.
"Hiya girlie" he seemed enthusiastic for reasons unknown and frankly it scared me. People like him only get excited and enthusiastic over murder and terror.
"What do you want?" I snapped. I was tired and just wanted to go to bed.
"You're so tough now that I'm not in front of you, eh?" I heard him laugh. "I need your help"
"With what?" I asked hesitantly.
"Does it matter?" The amusement in his voice was irritating.
I hung up the phone and laid back in bed. Why should I care that a psycho needs my help?
I thought about the things that have happened in the last few days. My hair turned green, I found out who my parents are, almost got killed by my dad, and now my dad wants my help with some sort of plot. On the bright side at least I'm passing economics, because that's pretty important.
I wonder what my mom would say if she was here, would she want me to help my dad? Would she want me to tell him who I am? They don't really have a manual on what to do when you find out your dad is a crazy villain hellbent and trying to kill a guy in a rubber suit. I don't think this is your average teenage drama.
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The Daughter Of The Joker
FanfictionI've lived with my Aunt and Uncle my entire life. I never asked about my parents because I simply didn't care. What happens when I meet my father?
