Lotus of Gotham: A Batman Fan Fic.

Prolouge

Memoirs one:

I wasn't born a normal child, into a loving family with a mother and father. I have no siblings to argue with, to condole and share secrets with. I have a crazy "aunt", or that is what she always told me to call her.

My mother and father are both criminals, how I was born is pretty complex. You see, my mother is Pamela Isley; or Poison Ivy. My father was Two Face, though I really can't recall his name, I think it was Harvey something.

I was born into the low crime slums of Gotham and, was raised by an even madder mother.

Most of the time, I was taken care of by my aunt Harley. Though, my mother forbid her to take me to see "Uncle J", whomever that was...

My life with my mother was no picnic, somehow by some messed up genetic mutation and with her willing to do expirements on me since birth. I have similar powers to hers.....

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Prologue

(Gotham, December 12, 1995. Some Abandoned Warehouse) (told in a 5 year old's prospective)

I was taken from my mother, by some scary men. They had taken me at night when my mother had been busy stealing some rare plant species. She said that it had factors to take down the evil man, know as Batman. I was always told to stay away from that evil jerk! I was still in the Bugs Bunny pajamas, my auntie had gotten me. They were now torn and ruined.

My Aunt Harley warned me that he liked to eat sweet little girls like me. From the way Aunt Harley describe him, he didn't sound like a hero at all.

So, here I sit, tied to a chair and unable to move. All I could hear is shouts from the men in a funny way of talking, it sounded angry and scary. I'm trembling in my chair as I began to hum a song.

An old song about a mythical beautiful wood sprite, to beautiful and too lovely to be touched by men. The sprite had flaming red hair, sparkling green eyes and lily white skin. All the people wanted her, but she was too beautiful to be had. So, she was kidnapped and captured and finally died, because she couldn't get any sunlight. She wilted like a flower, because she wasn't free to be happy and dance.

"Shut the brat up!" I heard one of the scary men shout, in a gruff scary voice.

I could smell the men, the didn't smell pretty and flowery like mommy. Or sweet like candy, Like Aunt Harley. They smelled like something stale, like a rotten tomatoe left out in the sun.

I whimpered and wrinkled my nose. I pulled back as far as I could, I nearly tipped the chair over. It was a grown up chair, I barely could touch the floor, and that would be on my tippy toes.

I wished mommy was here, she would use her plant magic and save me. Or Aunt Harley, who would jump and do awesome flips, putting these evildoers in their place!

Why had these men kidnapped me?

I continued to sing my little melody, it was the only thing keeping me from crying and shaking in fear. I hope I was being a brave little girl, like mommy wanted me to be.

"Shut up!" I heard the mean smelly man shout.

I didn't I continued to sing, my song. I felt a hard slap across my face, making my little head roll backwards, and the chair to teeter from the force. My cheek began to sting. I could feel the tears welling up in my forest green eyes, leaking out in long streams. I could feel my nose also began to drip, and my small ears ringing from the blow.

"Shut up and be a good little girl, or I won't let your mommy have you," I heard one of the men rasp in my ear.

I began to hiccup, as I tried to stop crying. But the stinging sensation was terrible and I never felt anything like this before. I remember scraping me knee, but it wasn't this awful!