You were Batman’s daughter. Good right? No. You live in the hell that’s Gotham and even though your father and brothers were crime fighters, that only made you more of a target constantly. You trusted your father and knew how seriously he took his work but you still felt a bit worried something would happen. And rightfully so, it did…very wrong. You were going to a store to just go shopping for some new cute clothes when suddenly something grabbed you and roughly covered your mouth. You didn’t remember anything else after that but when you finally woke up from the drugs, you were terrified. You were in a dark empty room, on a bed, chained down, tied down with duck tape, and a camera in front of the bed. A strange tall man with a terrifying scarecrow mask on watching you with a dark chuckle. He then spoke to the camera condescendingly “…aw look at your princess Bruce?…so sleepy and nervous hm?…why is she scared bats?…why is your little girl squirming so much?~…” you gulped and tripped to moved against the restraints but whimpered against the duck tape. The scary masked scarecrow man you heard about was just looking down at you and chuckling darkly. he then said back to the camera that your father, Bruce Wayne, had to watch. You didn’t know that man too much but it was very clear with his terrifying mask, you were in deep danger.