This chapter will be little shorts of the year she spends training with Harley. Same goes for next chapter with Joker. Each day will be separated by ... along with a title and date to know where we're at.

Bang bang into the room
Bang bang all over you
Wait a minute let me take you there
Wait a minute 'til ya
Bang bang there goes your heart
Back, back seat of my car
Wait a minute let me take you there
Wait a minute 'til ya
~Bang Bang ~ Jessie J~

...New Home: August 5, 2008...

I follow the king and queen of mayhem back to their surprisingly large home. I guess all that money they steal has to go somewhere.

"I'll show you to your new room," Harley says, leading me to the stairs.

"Do you guys get enough food?" I ask, glancing toward the small kitchen.

"Plenty. Why?" Harley asks, eyebrow arched.

I wince and smile awkwardly. "Welllll... I have a really high metabolism, so I have to eat a lot to be fulfilled. I have to have like 10,000 calories for one meal..."

"10,000!" Joker shouts. "That's ridiculous!"

I chuckle in embarrassment. "Sorry... I'm kind of a handful..."

"You weren't getting all that food to go feed some friends of yours or something?" Harley inquires. "I didn't expect for you to be eating it all."

"I don't have any friends," I grumpily say. "How would I? I can't trust anyone enough to be my friend anymore."

"You seem to be more trouble than you're worth," Joker grumbles, shoulders slumping.

"Nevermind him, tomorrow we begin training by going shopping," Harley says to me.

"Shopping?"

"Not really normal shopping more like undercover shopping. We can't exactly go out in public without getting jumped by Batman or something," she admits, starting up the stairs. "And we can't have the bat finding out about you so soon. How about I invite some of my friends to go with us?"

I follow behind her with Joker lagging along behind. "Who'd that be?"

"You'd know them as Catwoman and Poison Ivy aka Selina and Red." She makes her up the stairs and turns.

"I didn't know fellow villains could be friends."

"What other friends could we have?" Harley chuckles. "Heroes? HAahAha!" She opens a door to an empty white room with just a bed in the center. "This is your room. Ours is two doors down if you ever need anything. When we go shopping we'll get some of puddin's henchmen to go and collect the furniture if you want any."

"I don't have enough money for something like that," I say as I look around the empty room.

Harley and Joker begin to laugh. "Your new parents will take care of all the expenses," Joker says. "You'll be repaying us as our little monster now."

"Do you really mean it?!" I excitedly ask.

"Anything for our little princess of crime," Joker grins.

...Gymnastics: August 10, 2008...

After five days, I've finally managed to settle into my room. I never would've thought I would've ever had an actual room to call my own again. Anyway, the two friends Harley told me about were busy the other day, so I never got to meet them. The two of them have agreed to train me some whenever they have time though, but today Harley is teaching me gymnastics. Actual acrobatic skills better than any Olympic champion. I'm kind of excited. When my real parents were still alive, I used to take gymnastics classes and was one of the top of my class, but my parents never let me go as far as I could've, suppressing me to only basic gymnastics.

"You ready to go?" Harley asks.

"I am, but where are we going?" I ask.

"To a gymnastics gym," Harley says, strapping a gun in her holster.

I tilt my head at the gun. "Then why do you need that?"

"You'll see," she replies with a smirk. "Puddin's going to drop us off before he goes to work."

"Don't you have your own gym?"

"I do but my equipment is a lot more advanced which is way above your level," she admits.

Joker comes downstairs with a pout. "I don't have time to stop and drop you off. I'm late so you'll have to jump out the car."

"Are you crazy?!" I shout.

He looks over to me with his signature grin. "You do know who I am, right?"

"Yeah, that was a stupid question," I confess.

"If Batsy can do it, so can you," Joker says.

"But Batman has years of training to do things like that," I pout.

Joker grabs me by the hair and forces me to look at him. "Are you arguing with me?"

"Of course I am!"

He chuckles and slams me on the floor. "I should blow a hole through your head for that, but I'm already late enough. Get in the car, girls."

I pick myself up off the floor and we all get into Joker's purple lamborghini with gold accents. I sit in Harley's lap since obviously I can't sit in Joker's or my own since there's no back seat.

"You gotta prepare yourself to jump," Harley says.

I nod and a look of determination flies across my face. "Ready."

Joker laughs. "Why so serious?"

I chose to ignore him as I prepared to get ready to leap out the car when Harley says go.

"You gotta tuck and roll," Harley whispers in my ear and opens the car door. "Ready... Set... Jump!"

We leap and I tuck and roll like Harley told me to do, managing to only get a few large scrapes which are already beginning to heal themselves. Thank the speed force for accelerated healing.

"Ughh..." I groan, rolling onto my back.

Harley comes into my vision. "You okay, princess?"

I chuckle. "I can finally mark off jumping out of a moving car from my bucket list."

Harley laughs as she helps me up. "Good one."

I dust myself off and look around me to find all the passersby staring at the two of us. "What are you looking at?!"

They jump and rush off.

"Nice," Harley comments. "Now, follow me. This way."

She walks into a nearby building with the words Olympic Tumblers and I follow close behind.

"What's the plan?"

"Just watch." She walks into the gym and pulls out her gun, shooting it up at the ceiling twice. Many people scream and turn toward us in terror. "Everyone out! This is my gym now! If anybody dares to call the cops, I will find out who you are and shoot you!"

Nobody disobeys and they all rush out the building.

"Aren't you afraid the cops will be on us after something like that?" I ask tentatively.

"I gave them a warning, they don't listen, they die. It's as simple as that. Now let's start over here."

... Poison Ivy: October 4, 2008...

"Fair warning, don't harm any plants because she will go apeshit on you," Harley says.

"I'm assuming that's from experience?" I joke.

"Ain't that the truth."

It's been three months of training with Harley and she thought we could use a break from gymnastics. She decided that we stay at Ivy's for four months, so I can learn all about plants, seduction, and become a better swimmer. Things I complained about being useless, but after seeing the view, I've changed my mind. We arrive to enter a cave made completely of plants and a large root grows from the ground in front of us. Another takes our luggage.

"Whoa. Beautiful."

The vine lowers itself as if insinuating something. Harley pulls me toward it and she sits on top of it. "You coming?"

"I'm supposed to sit on it?"

"Yeah, it'll take us straight to Ivy."

"Cool." I leap onto to it and then it heads off deeper into the cave, taking different turns here and there. Eventually, we turn into a tunnel full of flowers. "It's so pretty!"

"Isn't it? I love visiting Ivy just to see this."

We reach the end of the tunnel into an opening with a large fountain and a house placed behind it. On the porch is a woman with long, beautiful red hair and dyed green skin. Her clothing is made of leaves, reminding me of Tinkerbell but in a more detailed and sexy way. We're taken all the way up until we're literally sitting on this vine in front of Ivy. Harley slides off so I follow.

"Is this your little princess?" Ivy asks.

"The one and only, Jester Quinn!" Harley introduces.

I take my bow as practiced. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Ivy. I've heard much about you."

"All good things I hope," she chuckles. "And don't be so formal, it's annoying. You can call me Aunty Ivy if you want."

I smile. "That sounds perfect."

"Good, here." She takes something off the table nearby and holds it in front of me to reveal a needlelike object with a green liquid inside.

"What's that?" I ask, looking at it then at her mesmerizing green eyes.

"It's a solution I made to be immune to toxins, bacteria, or viruses forever," she says. "I want to give you an injection of it because I can't promise you that you won't get sprayed by any of my plants while you stay here."

I look back down to the large needle and wince. "Will it hurt?"

"Just a pinch, you won't even notice it," Harley says.

I sigh. "Alright." I stick my arm out and feel the slight pinch not long after. This feeling is totally not what I was planning on. I feel the solution spread throughout my body and intertwine with my blood. I guess this is because of my powers which neither of them know about yet and hopefully won't for a long time.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Ivy says, conjuring a plant to pick up our luggage and walking into the house. "Come on. I'll show you to your rooms."

We follow her in the house.

I look around in wonder trying to figure it out. "Is this whole house a plant?"

"You noticed? Very impressive," Ivy says. "Yes."

"It is? I never knew that," Harley mutters.

"Isn't it great?" Ivy says excitedly.

"Uh yeah..." Harley says, looking around wearily.

...Catwoman: February 2, 2009...

Time with Aunty Ivy flew by and it was time for me to meet Catwoman aka Selina Kyle. I have already decided to call her Aunty Selina before I've even met her or maybe Aunty Catty following her moniker. I'm going to stay with her for the rest of my time being with momma before I train under the Joker. Aunty Selina is going to teach me all about stealth, thievery, disguise, and all sorts of martial arts. I've been excited to train with her the most because she has matched up against Batman in hand to hand combat and won quite a few times. I'm also glad to leave because there's only so many vegetables that a nonvegetarian can go without meat.

I've mastered acrobatics, seduction, knife throwing, learned about all there is to know about plants and their capabilities, basic hand to hand combat skills, and even how to swing a large mallet around.

Anyway, Selina is some high fancy upper-class lady who lives in a nice apartment. She's in the line of business and I quote from momma 'fundraising the charities.' We're meeting her in her penthouse right now.

We enter the fancy apartment to be greeted by Catwoman herself. I realize this is Catwoman from her beauty and the way her eyes move around the room, sharply looking at momma and I.

"Selina?" momma says confused. "I thought we were going to meet you at your room."

"Yeah, I forgot that I have to greet you. You know, don't want any weirdos creeping around the upper levels of an expensive apartment building," she says. "This must be the kid."

"Aunty Selina!" I squeal and leap onto her.

She's taken aback and regretfully hugs me back. "Definitely your kid."

Momma just smiles in response.

"I'm so glad to see you!" I squeal.

"Yeah, that's great," she grumbles. "Now let me go. I don't do hugs."

I only squeeze tighter before letting go and grabbing my bags.

"Let's head on up," momma says, grabbing the rest of my bags.

"Yeah... Hey Frank," Selina calls out. "These two faces are okay to send up."

"I figured since they're relatives of yours," the concierge, Frank, chuckles. "Go ahead and spend time with your family."

Selina grimaces, unnoticed by Frank, before she fakes a smile. "Thank you."

We all head over to an elevator nearby and enter. Selina puts a card in the card slot then presses a button which I notice is the top floor, 40. The door closes and the ride on the way up is silent. We arrive at the floor and step off, automatically greeted by a herd of cats. I count 15. For a house full of cats, it smells fairly good like flowers.

The cats all suddenly scatter and I narrowly dodge getting hit in the face by Selina.

"What the hell?" I shout, jumping back. She smirks and takes a leap at me and I front flip over her using her shoulders as a spring board. Momma casually walks over to the couch and begins petting the cats that come up to her, ignoring what Selina is doing. I quickly duck as Selina tries to land a high kick to my temple. She then sweeps me off my feet with her leg and I fall onto my back. I groan but do a backwards somersault onto my feet before she slams her foot down onto my stomach. She's testing me. I smirk after realizing this and aim a kick to her thigh, causing her to buckle sideways. I take that to my advantage and sweep her off her feet, but she forsees it and jumps over them while kicking me right in the head, making me flip right over the couch onto the floor with a thump. "Ughh..."

"Hmmph," Selina grunts. "Not bad. I can work with you. You have good reflexes and put up quite a good fight."

"Oohh... Now I have a headache..." I groan.

"Sorry, had to make sure," she says, taking a seat next to momma on the couch. "I'll train her."

Momma claps. "Wonderful!"

"Let me show you your room," Selina says.

... Birthday: May 27, 2009...

I backflip away from Selina then do a front flip over her and sweep her off her feet from behind.

Right now we're on the roof of her apartment building, battling it out to see how much I've improved. It's also my birthday. I'm 12 today.

Catwoman groans as she gets up. "You're getting really good at this. I guess it's time to change up and do something different. Let's head out, kitten."

Kitten is the nickname she's given me.

"Where we going?" I ask.

"Out in the city." We head back down to the penthouse. "Go get a shower and change into something fancy and showy."

"Why?"

"We're doing some uncover work," she responds and disappears into her room.

I sigh and head into my room to get rid of my stink. After the shower, I get dressed in the red dress that was laid out on my bed. I return to the living room to see Selina dressed in the same dress but black instead and obviously bigger.

"Can you do my makeup?" I ask.

She nods and takes me to her room. She does my makeup in a quick 10 minutes. She grabs a nearby green wig and throws it to me. "Don't want anyone figuring out who you are, kitten." I nod and put on the wig the same color as papa's hair. "We look stunning," she grins. "Now, shall we go?"

I nod my head as we head to her mustang, getting whistles from quite a few men, and head to wherever we are heading. We pull up to a restaurant named Gotham's View.

"A restaurant?"

"Happy birthday, sweetie," she says. "I'm sorry your parents couldn't be here since they both are in the asylum."

I hug her after she parks the car. "Thank you!"

She hugs back. "You're welcome, kitten. Now let's go in and have some food. Order whatever you want."

"Sweet! Steak here I come!"

Since I've been at Selina's, I've come to realize all she basically eats is fish. I don't mind it most of the time, but she always eats it raw, so I have to cook my own. There's no way in hell I'm eating raw fish unless it's sushi.

We take up the elevator to the top floor.

"Remember when I told you about the Sky Tree in Japan?" she asks.

"Of course I do. How could I not? I would love to go."

"Well this is Gotham city's Sky Tree."

"Are you serious?!" I squeal, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Best present ever!"

We arrive at the top floor, step off the elevator, and walk up to the hostess.

"Name?" she asks.

"Kyle," Selina responds

The hostess looks at the list and her face lights up. "Very well, this way Ms. Kyle." She proceeds to take us to our seat near the window. "Your waiter will be with you shortly." She places the menus in front of us as well as the drink menu for Selina. "Hope you have a pleasant time."

"So pretty!" I cheer. "Thank you, Aunty Selina!"

She chuckles. "You've said that a million times now."

"Sorry, I just love this!"

"I know you do and I'm glad I brought you here."

"Thanks." I hear the elevator bing and I look over at the new comers. A man and a boy step off. Both extremely attractive.

"Of course he'd be here," Selina suddenly grumbles.

"Huh?"

"Old boyfriend."

"Ah."

They end up coming straight in our direction, not unnoticed by the man.

"Selina?" the man says confused.

"Bruce."

Bruce... Bruce... Why does that sound familiar... Oh my God! That's... That's Bruce Wayne! She dated him?!

He smiles. "Nice to see you. You look beautiful as does your little friend here. Who might this be?" he asks, looking towards me.

I smile at him.

"She's my niece."

"Didn't know you had a sibling," Bruce says.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"I know more than you think."

"Hi!" I greet, cutting off the awkward tension. "I'm Dawn Joleen. I'm a big fan of your work, Mr. Wayne."

"Oh really? How old are you, Dawn?" he responds.

"I'm twelve today!" I reply happily.

"Well, happy birthday, Miss Dawn. Twelve, that's the same age as Richard here," Bruce responds, looking towards the boy beside him.

The boy, Richard, smiles in return and holds his hand out to me. "It's nice to meet you, Dawn. I'm Richard Grayson but my friends call me Dick."

I accept his hand and shake. "I've already decided to call you Richy."

He laughs. "Asterous."

"How about you join us for dinner?" I ask, looking at Selina with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes with a sigh. "Sure, why not?"

Bruce turns to the hostess that was idly waiting for us to finish. "Looks like we'll be joining them."

"Very well, Mr. Wayne," she says, placing down their menus as they sit with us.

Richy sits next to me and Brucie next to Selina.

"So, where do you go to school, Dawn?" Brucie asks me.

"Aunty Selina homeschools me," I lie.

"Oh really? Hopefully it's mathematics and science instead of what I think," he says with a hidden meaning.

Does he know she's Catwoman? "What else would it be?"

"Nothing," he replies with a smile. "Where are your parents?"

"On a business trip across the world," I reply nonchalantly.

"And what is your parents business?"

"Enough about me and more about you," I say with a grin. "I'd like to hear about the new technological discoveries that your business has made."

"Don't think you're going to get out of the question so easily, madam," Bruce scolds jokingly.

"Not only good looking but smart too, but that's to be expected by the great Bruce Wayne," I respond. "I don't exactly have to tell you anything."

Richy and Selina snicker from beside me at the expression Bruce is making.

"Well, no, I guess you don't."

"But, I'll tell you anyway. My parents specialize in advanced weaponry," I say, sorta telling the truth. "They're scientists here in Gotham City. They travel all over the place though. They never really stay in one company."

"Very interesting," Bruce inquires.

"You must not get to see them often," Richy says.

"I see momma a lot more than papa," I say, acting as if I'm sad. "But later this year he said that we'll spend a whole year together. I'm really excited for when the time comes."

"Well, that'll be nice," Richy says.

I smile. "Yeah."

"Do you like being homeschooled?" Richy asks.

"It gets kinda lonely only seeing the same face everyday. A beautiful face nonetheless but still not at all that great."

"How are your grades?" Bruce asks.

"Straight As," Selina answers. "She's a very bright girl. She has a photographic and eidetic memory and because of that has skipped a few grades."

"Wow, really? Me too!" Richy squeaks and turns to Bruce. "Wouldn't it be cool if she got a scholarship to Gotham Academy?"

"I wouldn't accept till the year after I spent time with my father," I admit. "I want to spend all the time with my papa as possible since I never really see him."

"I understand, Dawn," Richy says. "If I could have my father back, I'd do the same thing."

I turn toward Richy and realize he's not only sweet but also incredibly attractive. His beautiful blue eyes just pull you in. "I think this is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship, Richy."

"I'd like that."

... Joker: August 5, 2009...

"Now it's my turn," Joker says.

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Thought I should do a little insight before jumping right into it. You get to see the development throughout the year. Next chapter is the year with Joker!