For the Love of Nightwing

Wayne Manor

A/N: not even gonna lie to myself and think y'all don't know Hatter is Dolly, sooo yeah

~1 Week Later~

Jan. 1 2015  

Dolly's P.O.V.

      I looked down at the newspaper in my hand that had just been delivered to Catwoman's apartment. Smirking to myself as I read the headline.
"Mad Hatter Robs Gotham City Bank of Half a Million Dollars." I read out proudly as Selina made scrambled eggs for breakfast.
"I didnt know you were being serious when you said you were going to do that. You need to be careful. Not saying you didn't do a good job, but you're reckless. You'll get caught soon." She reprimanded, "I mean, you don't even wear gloves."

     I snorted snobbishly.
"BOO!! You're no fun." I crossed my arms in front of my chest, "Oooo!" I gasped suddenly, startling her so that she dropped a piece of bacon.
"What?" She hissed.
"One of the voices just came up with a great idea." I whispered, leaning low onto the counter. She gave me a worried look, every time they gave me an idea it was usually pretty risky, and possible that we'd get caught.
"Of course they did. Stupid Harley and idiot Joker fried your brain, you used to be so smart. Now you're just crazy." She mumbled.

      I let out a laugh, shaking my head.
"Who fried my brain?" I questioned, chuckling.
"Don't know." Selina answered quickly as she set a white plate with potatoes, bacon, and eggs down in front of me, "So what's the idea?"
"I'm gonna rob the Wayne Manor!"
"Shhh! You're always so loud." She barked, "And that's probably the worst idea I've ever heard. Do you know how well protected his house must be?"

       "So what? I'll just be in and out before any alarm goes off. Batman and Nightwing will be too worried about the rest of Gotham to bother with an old, rich man. Besides, ol' Bruce Wayne's still torn up about the death of his daughter and son to do anything, and his sons, Richard and Tim, are out somewhere for New Years, I bet." I explained. Selena nodded slowly before asking if I needed help.

     I shook my head, we sat in silence for a few moments, eating, before she spoke up.
"Do you remember Wayne's daughter?"
"No. I don't remember anything before a few years ago. But I bet that snobby b*tch deserved it. Why?"
"No reason." She took a small sip of her coffee.

     I stood up and put my boots and head band on.
"Well I need to go. I want to talk to Harles and Jo before I go to the Manor, maybe go see Jade." I said as my farewell. She nodded and waved me off. I opened the window and climbed up to the roof. I didn't usually travel during the day but I was too excited.

     I ran to the club I knew Harley and Joker would most likely be. When I got there the bouncer let me in, knowing who I was. It was becoming empty as all the people who partied into the morning were beginning to leave. I skipped to the back where I found both of them on a red couch making out. I cleared my throat. They jumped apart and looked at me.

     "Hiya there, Maddy." Harley grabbed me by the neck and rubbed my hair, knocking my mask off.
"Look at that pretty face!" Joker said proudly as he stood up and kissed both of my cheeks. I giggled as I gave him a hug.
"I need your help." I didn't bother trying to beat around the bush.
"Anything. Need me to kill someone?" Harley said seriously, but with a joking tone.
"Nah. I wanna get into the Wayne Manor- it'll be my biggest score yet. Did you see the newspaper? How many newspapers do they make? Can't people just check on their phone instead of killing trees? When can I get a phone? -" Harley grabbed me by my shoulders.
"Sugar cube, stay focused." She pleaded. That happened sometimes, I would go off track and then sometimes I would be somewhere completely different than I started.
"And yes. I saw the paper. I'm proud of you. Half a million? Really?" Joker gave me an approving look, "We did good with you."
"So I wanna get into the Wayne Manor, I was just wondering if you had any pointers or precautions."

"Watch out for a rich man's alarm system." Harley supplied rapidly, I nodded and turned to Joker.
"We can distract Batsy and Nightwing for you." I thanked them told them my plan and left.

~11:00p.m.~

   I sat on the roof of the Wayne Manor, patiently waiting for the bedroom light to go off. It finally did around 11:30. So I dropped down to a ledge outside of  a window that led to a large hallway full of paintings, bookshelves, and suits of armour.

     "That was easier than I thought it would be." I whispered to myself happily, as I lifted up the window with ease. I gracefully climbed inside, my black heels clacking against the hickory floorboards when the touched. I pushed myself against the wall and held my breath as I quietly inched my way towards the bedroom- I had managed to figure out where it was by looking through windows.

      I came to a large space door; it just had to be the bedroom. I had assumed that's where he kept his safe and valuables. When I jiggled the handle I found it was locked. I groaned internally and pulled a hair pin out of my hair, kneeling down, beginning to pick the lock.
"C'mon, c'mom c'm--." I felt something hit me in the side. I let out a breath and fell over. Using a kip up to return to my feet. I squinted into the dark, all I saw was the outline of a large man.

      "Bruce Wayne?" I asked into pitch black as I took a defensive stance, "You'll be a piece of cake." I threw a hook kick, which successfully landed on his outside thigh. I threw punches at his head and body but he blocked them and didn't even seem too phased by the ones I did land.

       Taking out my revolver I pointed it at him; I was prepared to shoot (not kill) him, but he pushed my arm out of the way so I ended up shooting a chandelier. Wayne used the grip he had on my arm to spin my around and pull me into a head lock.
"Let go!" I screamed, elbowing his solar plexus. His hold loosened just enough for my escape. He held the gun up for me to see and emptied the magazine- which was the last thing I saw before something heavy hit me in the back of the head.