Arkham Asylum.
"This is the place?", I asked.
"Yes," my dad answered.
"What a dump," Nightwing commented from the back seat.
"Nightwing. You may be right, but don't mention that to anyone here," I replied.
"Let's go, guys. We have work to do," my father instructed.
We got out of the Batmobile and proceeded towards the nearest open window of the building.
I peeked in the room through the nearly closed blinds and saw Joker and a female similar to Joker intensely making out on the bed.
"Mista J...," she breathed out.
"Shut up, Harley," he scolded in reply.
"Making little Jokers?", Nightwing asked jokingly.
I nearly burst out laughing, but knew if I did we'd get ourselves killed.
In the next window, all I could see was a glowing, green question mark on the wall.
"Is that-", I started to say.
"Riddler? Yes," my dad answered.
We continued on, and finally got to the main entrance.
"Just follow my lead," my dad instructed.
We entered the dangerous building, passing the sleeping receptionist.
We got to the door that said "Riddler" on it and my dad nodded. With my powerful martial arts skills I learned from my dad, I drop kicked the door open and came face to face with Riddler.
"Hello. Who are you?", he asked, pointing to me.
"Batwoman," I replied.
"Oh. Well I have something to ask you," he said.
"What?", I asked.
"What belongs to you, but is used by others?", he asked.
I looked at my dad, who looked like he knew what was going on.
I thought for a minute before connecting the puzzle pieces.
"Come on, I don't have all night. I just asked you what it was," Riddler said, a little annoyed.
"My name?", I asked.
"Yes! Wonderful, little Batwoman," he replied.
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Being Batman's Daughter
FanfictionBeing Batman's daughter isn't all fun and games. After finally convincing him to take me with him, I became Batwoman. People often confuse me as his wife, but no, I'm Batman's daughter. Every day since then has become "bring your daughter to wo...
