“You came all the way to Bludhaven, to tell me some fake sob story? Do you really expect me to believe you? After everything you and your father has done to my family?” Dick growled, a low and raspy tone. The wind whistling at a medium pace, as the leaves on the trees rustled. Light drizzling, as heavy rain was predicted to come soon.

Being Jokers daughter, you were brought up—no, brainwashed to follow his ways, go crazy, cause havoc. Your main mission, obviously to take down the bat family.

For years you’ve helped your father to cause Batman and his family pain and suffering, all against your will. Your father had luckily been put into jail, it’s obvious he’d escape soon though.

But for that time, when he was in jail, he couldn’t do his weekly rituals to keep your mind in his control. So you’d slowly been, gaining your sanity back. You’d realise what you’ve been an accomplice in, but by now you were wanted by most of Gotham.

You had no choice but, to contact someone, anyone. You knew Nightwing pretty well, considering you blew up his apartment a few months ago. So you reluctantly decided to text him from an unknown number. You texted him to meet you in one of Bludhavens alleyways. You couldn’t go back to Gotham until you sorted this out.

He’d arrived in his Nightwing suit and domino mask, he was shocked and furious when he saw you. You were in casual clothes but a black hood, but it was no doubt he recognised, the way you stood, your voice.

You tried to explain how you’ve been brainwashed but he didn’t believe you, and he technically did have every right now to.