Zoë's POV
Zoë could hear a maniacal laugh coming from down the hall and it filled her body with dread.
"Not again." She thought to herself. No sooner had she thought the words when a man with clown makeup and green hair appear in the doorway of her bedroom, if you could call it that. It was more of a prison cell with an itchy blanket on the floor serving as a bed and one cardboard box for her clothes.
"Looks like we're going to have some fun tonight." The man said with and evil grin. He held a small pocket knife in his hand, which he was brandishing toward her. Zoë started to back up until she hit the wall.
"Oh come on now," He said coming closer "I just want to have some father-daughter bonding time."
"Did it go bad again?" Zoë asked before he was standing.
"It went as bad as it could go but this will make me feel much better," He said as he pressed the knife against her abdomen. "The old Bat got in my way again and he's going to pay but first, I need to get my anger out." He said with a laugh as he plunged the knife into her. She didn't cry out until he began twisting the knife around in a slow circle. After a couple minutes he took the knife out and let her sink to the floor. Then he stabbed her again and again for about an hour until he got bored and started hitting her.
"Please stop." She whimpered after feeling her rib crack. She could feel only pain and was crying out of two black eyes.
"Get up your fine," He hissed angrily. "Besides most this will heal by morning." And with that he hit her one final time and she passed out.
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Daughter of Death
FanfictionThe Joker has adopted a daughter with abilities she refuses to use and also refuses to kill. She knows once she does either of those things she be on the wrong side of the law, meaning Batman has and will have a reason to come after her. She wants t...
