Never a Hero

Chapter 1 : Infamous Daughter

"Ok listen here little girl hand over the money and no one gets hurt." He points the gun at my forehead. Regular people would have just given him the money and be traumatized , go to therapy blah blah blah. Well not me , I just smirked at him . "What an idiot,out of all the people in this city you pick me?" he places his finger on the trigger . "I'm not messing around little girl ." he snapped at me I just rolled my eyes. " Well for your information I happen to be 14 and a half. Second of all those ropes you tied around my wrists were easy." I held out my hands and made a fake smile as I did the jazz hands . He looked dumbfounded and trembled his hand , then swallowed a lump in his throat . " How'd you do that kid ?" He asked as he tried to keep the gun steady. " Well it was easy considering I am one of the top villains daughter's " I then switched roles with him . I was holding the gun while he sat down on the floor, "Don't hurt me please." He cried out . I rolled my eyes an melted the gun down , oh mother how your heat vision helps me so. "Next time don't mess with me ." he nodded repeatedly to make a point. I took my bag which was on the ground of the dark alley way , I continued with my path home. I saw a building being robbed , and whoopty doo it was Batman catching him. I rolled my eyes as I froze the ground they ran on , no one saw me . I snickered at him and the robber falling one too many times to make my gut hurt. All of a sudden a saw a flash of blue and black in front of me , standing before me was the famous Nightwing . All the girls at my school drooled over him, pfft disgusting little train wreaks. "I saw what you did there missy." I rolled my eyes at him and pushed him to the side. He grabbed my wrist , god I don't have time for this. "How did you do it ?" he asked curiously , he arched his mask to so called hide his identity . " Magic little bat side kick . " I fake smiled . His face turned to anger , " I am not his side kick ."he defended . " Whatever you say let go of me or else." he laughed as still held my wrist ."Or else what?" He challenged smirking wickedly. I just gave him a smile and set fire to the rain. In other words I flamed up , my hair burst in waves of fire. My wrist burning his hand , he stepped back . I went back to normal and smirked wickedly before making my escape , jumping over the cars and running through the streets of Gotham . Then I finally got home , my father was probably plotting his next attempt to kill the Dark Knight. "I'm home." I called out , my dad didn't want me to get involved with his messed up crime so he has his minion Harley take care of me . Now I what your wondering , 'Oh but the joker doesn't have powers!' . My mom had the genes I have now , but I don't even know her . And I am positive it isn't Doctor Quinn, she was smart before now she's just psychopathic. Yet she manages to take care of me , I can't explain how she can turn in to my 'mother' in seconds . But then go back to being the killer clown doll , I swear that woman has her share of issues . " Oh Mickey look what I got you !" She squeaked. She came down in her normal attire , black and red everything . "Isn't this dress I bought you the cutest?" She smiled widely at me . I loved her , she was the only thing I had for a mother . Well the closest I can get, but never the less she tried her best to make me feel like I was her daughter . I smiled it was a nice dress but preferred a skinny jeans and a nice 'Chainsmokers' t-shirt. " Oh try it on !" she pushed the dress towards me. I kindly handed it back to her and gave her a 'no' nod. She frowned , "Alright Mikey , I'll just go and prepare dinner.". My name is Michelle , Michelle Napier. Also known as the Joker's daughter , they call me Smiling Daughter. Don't get me wrong I love my father I am just ashamed that he has all these things. He tries to make me proud by giving me a normal life , but that's just in my wildest dreams.