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Reader's POV
I woke up laying on a floor, with a headache, my hands hand cuffed behind my back, and my legs tied together. I looked around the room as my eyes adjusted to the dim lit room. I groaned realizing my location was the Batcave, and saw Bruce turn around on his spinny computer chair. He walked over and stood there, staring at me,
"What are you looking at Batbrain!?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He grabbed and swung me over his shoulder,
"HEY PUT ME DOWN!!! THIS IS ASSULT!!! OR HARASSMENT!!! LEMME GO!!!"
"You held a gun to my head, (Y/n)..."
"And you... What did you do?"
"I elbowed you in the face."
He sat me down on the couch in his living room next to the fire. I shot a "I hate you so fucking much" stare. He sat down beside me and stared into my soul,
"Why are you working with them?"
"I ain't tellin' ya squat!!"
He got closer and I backed away a bit,
"What are you doing...???"
He kept inching closer and closer to the point where I was turning red and I could feel his breath. He was now so close that if I moved, we'd touch. Bruce just whispered to me,
"I want ice cream."
He backed away, got up and uncuffed my hands and untied my legs. I got up and followed him out until I realized,
"Wait!! You're not gonna change outta your bat suit, Bruce??"
"No... I need to monitor you."
He hopped into the batmobile and signalled me to get in as well, so I did. It was day time, so people would be fascinated to see the bat out so early. Especially to get ice cream with a clown. People have seen me quite a bit with the Joker, wielding guns and bombs and other shit... But other than that... I still have to get the Joker outta Arkham. The vehicle came to a stop and we hopped out of the batmobile and walked into the ice cream shop. Everybody did stare, but they gotta understand, under all that armour is just a regular, fleshy human. Everyone in the ice cream shop was taking pictures or staring sometimes even both. Batsy just casually ignored everyone,
"I'll have 3 scoops of chocolate in a waffle cone... Don't forget the sprinkles."
He turned to me,
"What do you want?"
I looked at the flavours,
"I'll have (Insert order)."
They gave us our ice cream and Batman paid for it. We sat at a table eating, until I saw he got some ice cream on his mask's nose. I giggled and looked at him and grabbed a napkin,
"Stay still..."
He stared at me as I wiped the ice cream off his mask and then I backed up after wiping it. I got up to throw out the napkin and turned back around to see Batman's icy blue eyes watching me, which caused a chill down my spine. Why is he watching me?? Oh god!! I gotta get the Boss outta Arkham ASAP. I sat back in front of him and just continued eating awkwardly. I looked up at him to see him still staring at me. I choked on my ice cream and coughed. He grinned,
"You okay?"
"No... Why are you staring at me with your icy cold blue beady eyes??"
"Beady? Cold? I'm just keeping an eye on you... You are my prisoner after all."
"Oh... That's highly unfortunate... I'm still planning what I intended to do from the start, my dear. I hope you're aware of that."
"Oh really?"
I grinned and kicked up the table, to block his sight of me. I swiftly and quickly grabbed a smoke pellet from his utility belt,
"SO LONG B-MAN!!!"
I threw the pellet to the ground and made a break for it. I laughed at everyone screaming,
"WHAT A LOAD OF IDIOTS!!!"
I went into a gun shop and purchased a gun and ammo then used that gun to rob the guy. I gave fake information, and he doesn't know what I look like under all this makeup and face paint. After I got all the guns, knives, money and ammo I shot the guy. I left with the bags of guns and hijacked someone's car and headed to Arkham,
"I'm coming Joker... Don't worry."
Batman's POV
I sped around Gotham searching for the crazy jester that I used to know as (Y/n). I hope it's not too late for her... I don't want to lose her. I've lost too many people in the past. I looked around and scanned the roads,
"Oracle, can you use the shop's and street's security cameras to track a female jester with long (h/c) hair, and approximately the height of 5'3? (A/n: sorry if you're taller than that. I just thought it'd be cute for you kittens to always be looking up at people!)"
"Sure... I'm on it!"
"Thanks."
Time to get searching...
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Separate Paths(discontinued)
Fanfiction(Y/n), adopted daughter of Commissioner Gordon comes in contact with the Batman and The Joker. They both grow interested in her, but what path will she pursue? You decide.
