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I met him my first night out, the Joker. I was wearing a prototype of my suit.
They were supposed to be the common criminals. But apparently word had been going around that the Batman was bringing along someone for the ride. The Joker was curious so he hired some people to rob a gas station. He got me with some sort of gas, somehow got me away from Dad. When I woke up I wasn't even tied up, my mask was still in place. He just stood there, staring at me. I had the biggest headache of my life when I woke up. It must have taken me ten minutes to fully become aware. Joker didn't move a muscle. The following is what I remember of the conversation:
I ask him why he didn't unmask me. (I make sure I use an American dialect.) He said something along the lines of:
"Heh... heh. That wouldn't be any fun, now would it? Now Batman... he's another story." My head started throbbing worse then it had been. I asked him what was it that he gave me. He gave me a vage answer that didn't really answer my question. He came claose to me, moving for the first time. He grabbed my chin, suprizingly gentle, he forced me to look him in the eyes.
"Yiou have the same eyes as Batsy. What are you to him? Hmm? Sister? Cosin? Ch-" His creepy smile returned full force. "You're his child, his baby, aren't you? Oh, Batty is old! And he got busy! This changes things, oh yes it does!" Whatever he gave me started to wear off a bit but I didn't let it show. "Yes, yes! Why is Daddy letting his baby bat out on the scawy streets? Hm?" He started talking to himself, and even though he had hold of my chin, I knew he was far gone, making plans that only made since to him. I felt the effect of the unknown drug completely wearing off, I could feel my legs again.
"Hey, Joker?" I asked him. He looked back at me. "Want to know why Father Dearest let me out on the street? Because I kick ass too." And I fought him. It was a mostly one-person battle because he wasn't expecting for the drug to wear off. The Joker did get a few hits and one big slash with a knife that came from virtually no where. I escaped through a window, shattering it. Luckly it was only the third floor and I was able to grab things on the way down to slow my desent. After a while of wondering around Dad found me. he was frantic of course. My fist night out and he had lost me. Apparently the GPS in my suit malfunctioned... AND it was the Joker that got me. Just my luck. Dad started to freak ou. he drilled me over and over again about what happened. He was saying that there was no way I was ever going out as Batgirl again and how it was stupid of him to let a sixteen-year-old girl and his daughter do such a thing. He was even talking about sending me to Smallville. I managed, somehow, to talk him out of it. Bet he's still worried. He even had to sow me up because I couldn't stand the sight of it. It's completly different when you're doing it to yourself. But Dad's giong to wait a few days before letting me go out with him again and I'm not aloud to leave the house for the next couple of days, not even to go to the studio. I am going to go insaine. Well, night.
Batgirl (Not for the next few days though...)