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Ivory was awakened by the loud noise of the joker making another plan to fight Batman. “Dose no one sleep in Gotham?” she asked as she got up from bed. 'What time is it anyway?' She thought as she reached for her spider arms that she had made to help her move around her home. “Woof!” barked her dog as she made her way to the kitchen. “Yes, yes, I’m coming to give you your food, Ares,” she sighed as she looked out her window. There she could see the fight that was happening across the street on the rooftop. “Yeah another day in Gotham,” she said as she got ready for her day. she left her spider arms at her "house" and walked to work with her cane instead.
She made her way to the library that she worked at as she could hear all the chaos around her. People fighting, people trying to live their lives the best they could, people making their lives problems everyone else problems and then there were the “Royals” as she would call them. The people that made others fight for scraps just to live but did they ever care no, she thought, they only sat back and watched the twisted game that they made. “Hey Ivory,” said her coworker as she came into the library. “Hey Lily,” Ivory responded as she sat down at the front desk. “Oh hey you have a kid waiting for you at the history side,” Lily told Ivory. “And why can’t you go help them?” Ivory asked. “Because you know that part better than everyone here,” Lily answered as Ivory sighed as got up with her cane.
“You were looking for something?” Ivory asked as she leaned on a bookcase. “Oh there you are, Ivory, right?” asked a boy no older than 13 or 14. “Yes, anyway what were you looking for,” Ivory restated. “Do you have anything on the history of the crime rings here in Gotham?” the boy questioned. Why the hell would you want that? Ivory asked herself as she took a good look at the boy in front of her. He has green eyes that seem to have some sort of hate behind them. His figure looked like he did some type of martial arts. “You aren’t trying to do something that will have me behind bars with this information?” she replied. “So you do have it,” the boy whispered only loud enough for Ivory to hear. “And so what if we do?” Ivory added, walking closer to the boy. “Will you show me it?” the boy said as he looked up at her. “Only if you swear on your mothers life that you wouldn’t do something stupid.” Ivory stated as squinted her eyes at the boy. “Do I look like I would do something like that?” the boy hissed. “I don’t know you so I am just covering my bases,” Ivory answered, making the boy squint his eyes at her. “I was just curious about the history,” the boy stated. “Fine,” Ivory sighed. She really didn’t want to fight with a kid this early in the morning, even though it was noon already.
Damian eyed the woman Infront of him she wore a black midi skirt, a white formal long sleeve shirt with small beading on the cuffs, and short black boots with meatal detail. her legs, or the part he could see were burned which clashed with her tan skin. as for the burns on her hands and face mixed better with her pale spots. she kind of looked like a calico cat to him. it didn't help she had wavy black hair which she kept short form the back she looked like someone he had seen before but he couldn't place his finger on it. 'at least she's helping me find out what else the joker might be planning,' he though as he stayed close to her.
As they walked to where the book was she could feel the boy's eye falling on her legs. “Is there something you want to ask?” she asked. The boy stayed quiet for a bit when he finally said, “So what happened to your leg that you need a cane?” “oh just some fire when I was a kid but I can’t even remember that much form when I was little.” Ivory answered as she stopped and pulled out a book from the bookshelf in front of her. “Here,” she told the boy handing him the book, “now please don’t get me in jail now.” “....okay….” the boy responded as Ivory left him alone in the hall before she left his sight he looked at her eyes one last time she looked tired but her hazel looked like the moment that right before fall as made it's grand entry to the world.
After a few minutes a man in a black suit came walking in. “hello?” Ivory asked as she looked up to see Bruce Wayne. For some old reason she felt a pit in her stomach start to grow. “Yes, I am here to pick up my youngest, Damian,” he said as he turned to look around. “Is he tan with green eyes?” Ivory added as Bruce nodded his head. “Alright follow me,” she sighed as she got up and walked over to the boy from earlier.
Bruce slowly followed the woman to a back corner of the library. as they walked he saw the scars on her legs, neck, and face. the scar on her face looked like she was partly blind but seemed to be mostly healed. he couldn't help but feel a form of cany valley feeling as he watched her. he couldn't help be feel bad for her sure he saw people get hurt and live with the scars but it never stopped hurting him seeing it up close. he was almost hesitant to asked about the scars so he waited for a bit.
As they were almost to the kid Bruce asked about her leg. “That looked like it hurt,” he remarked pointing to the scars on her leg that could be seen form under her skirt. “It’s not like I remembered how it did hurt when I got it,” Ivory shrugged it off as she found the boy with a pile of books next to him as he sat on the ground reading one of them. “Having fun?~” Ivory jokes, getting the attention of the boy. “Damian there you are,” Bruce sighed as he went to Damian. “Father, I was just looking for something,” Damian tried to explain. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Ivory asked as she started to put the books back that were on the floor. “No,” Daimian started with a bit of frustration in his voice. “Well there is always next time,” Ivory added as she finished putting up the books and walked off. Even after she left she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong or that she had forgotten something.
…6 years ago…
It was a cold day when Iris knew that something was going to change her life as she knew it. As she walked down the halls of the manor when she ran into Alfred. “Oh Alfred, do you know where the others are at?” she asked as she played with the small knife in her hands. “I am pretty sure that the boys are in the batcave training,” Alfred answered as he looked down at the girl’s hands to see the small scars that she had made herself while she played with the knife in her hands. “If you don’t mind me taking that knife that you have in your hands?” Alfred suggested, “you know that your father would have a heart attack if he saw your hands now.” “Yeah,” Iris sighed as she handed him the knife. Even though she wasn’t a Robin like her brothers she would still be trained like them just so she could fight anyone if she needed to. Hell at the time she might have wanted to be one but she just wanted to live a normal life a bit more, well as normal of a life you could get by being a Wayne. “Well thank you Alfred, see you later,” Iris said as she ran down the hall to the batcave. Little did they both know that that would be the last time that they would see each other for a long time.
As she walked into the batcave it still felt a bit gloomy like the rest of the manor. “We really need some color somewhere here,” she hissed under her breath as her twin jumped in front of her. “IRIS!” exclaimed Jason as he hugged her. “Hey Jason,” she said as she hugged him back. “Yall done with training?” she asked as looked behind him to see Bruce getting ready to go out. “Yeah but we have to go now,” Jason told her as he finally let her go. “Wait now you guys aren’t even going to eat?” Iris argued as she looked at Bruce. “We don’t have time right now, we’ll eat later,” Bruce answered, not bothering to look up from where he was looking. “But you said that last time,” Iris whispered as she walked to Bruce, “when is Dick coming back?” “I… don’t know,” Bruce said as he looked at his daughter. She had his black hair while having her mothers hazel eyes. Her tan and pale skin made her look like an orange cat. “Can’t she come with us?” Jason asked as he latched himself to Iris. “no, you know why, Jason,” Bruce stated. “It was one time Bruce,” Iris reminded while rolling her eyes. “One to many,” Bruce said, “let's go, we will talk about this later.” “but-” Iris and Jason started to argue back. “I said later,” he restated as he made his way to the batmobile. As Iris and Jason said their goodbye unknowing it would be their last goodbye.
….Later that night….
As soon as Iris heard the back door open of the batcave she ran over there just to see Bruce with the most blank state as he told her that her twin was now missing. “No…. no! No! You're lying!” she yelled as she backed away from him. “.....look, me and the Justice league are looking everywhere for him….” Bruce said as he looked up at Iris as she started to look around him. “NO!” Iris shouted as she ran to the computer. Surely Jason’s tracker would still be on. After a few minutes of looking around like a madman Iris finally found some traces of her brother's life. “He’s in a warehouse,” she whispered as Bruce put a hand on her shoulder making her jump. “I have already been there, he’s not there,” he told her, making her angrier by the minute. “He could be there now so let me go so I can look if you're just going to stay here,” Iris hissed as she ran out of the batcave.
She could not lose her brother, her twin, like this. Him dying alone and probably sacred and calling out for her or Bruce. She would not believe Bruce, she couldn’t believe him, they had all lost someone they all couldn’t afford to lose another. As she ran to the warehouse that said that Jason was in she could tell that either she was going to come out of this alive with her brother or they were both going to die here and she didn’t care. “Robin?” she called out as she looked around. “....Iris?” Jason called out weakly. “Ohh, who are you calling out for now?” the Joker taunted as he hit Jason again, “Let’s see if they can try to save you, unlike Batman.” Iris heard the sound of someone hissing in pain and slowly walked over there. As she made her way over there she could see that Jason was on the cold ground and was being tortured by the madman that was called the Joker. “No…” she whispered as she texted Bruce, her brother was still breathing and fighting to see another day.
He knew that he should have ran after her but he couldn’t. The Joker just told him that he had killed his son and that Superman told him to go home while he looked for the body. After 45 to an hour he got a text from Iris saying that she was right and to get his ass over here to help save her brother. He didn’t even read the whole text when he was already speeding over there. Even in the small chance that she was really telling the truth he couldn’t run the risk of losing both of them on the same day. …If only he knew….
As Bruce made his way to the warehouse he didn’t even get to make a foot closer to it when he saw the joker walking away with a remote in his hands. “Batsy, how are you?” the Joker laughed as he saw Batman. “Where is he?” ordered Bruce with more of a cold tone than normal. “Who? Robin,~” the Joker asked as he walked closer to batman. “You know who I am talking about.” Bruce hissed as he walked closer to the warehouse. “Ah-ah-ah Batsy you can’t go in there,” Joker said as stood in front of Bruce. “I suggest that you move,” stated Bruce as he tried to continue walking to the warehouse. “But if you go in there then who would be the one that would stop me?~” taunted Joker as he played with the remote in his hands. As Bruce looked down to see what was in the joker's hand he realized that the place was covered in booms. No…. he thought as he looked up to the biggest smile he had ever seen on the joker’s face. Before he could even try to fight for the remote Joker pushed the button making the warehouse go down in flames. “NOOOO!” he yelled as he tried to run into the building. “Good luck finding him,” the Joker laughed as he made his escape. After the fire was put out there was no trace of his children, he lost both of them while trying to save one of them.
….Present…
Jason walked through the manor as he made his way to the manors library. On the way he saw a familiar door, one that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. 'Had she really never picked a different room?' He asked himself as he walked into the room. The room had little kid drawings with a few medals from art or sciences. The room was definitely the most colorful out of the manor with light pinks and blues with a bit of white in between the colors. “Has her style not changed after all these years?” he said as he made his way to the small desk in the room. There he found the small notebook that he and Iris would write in. “I wonder if she still writes in these?” he added as he picked it up and opened it. Though being literal years scene he had seen his twin he missed her deeply. The more he read the more the notes started to turn into the language that they had made up just in case Bruce ever found the notebooks. “What you got there, Jason?” asked Dick from the doorway. Looking up Jason answered, “oh just some old notebook that me and Iris use to write in.” “who?” Dick said, tilting his head. “Iris, your younger sister, my twin?” Jason told him think he was just messing around. After Jason said that Dick walked away to ask Alfred something, leaving Jason there confused now. Surely Dick wouldn’t have forgotten His sister, HIS twin, right? He thought as he got up. “She’s probably living her own normal life,” Jason told himself as he made his way to Bruce’s offices, “only one way to find out.”
After Jason told him that Dick looked for Alfred, surely he didn’t forget one of his every own siblings, right? RIGHT? He yelled at himself as he ran into Tim. “you alright?” Tim asked, making Dick snap back into reality. “Yeah, I’m fine, um… do you know where Alfred is?” Dick answered looking around. “Yeah he is in the kitchen…. Are you sure that you're fine?” Tim said looking at Dick a bit more concern than before. “Okay thank you,” Dick said as he ran to the kitchen. As soon as he got there he saw Alfred watching an old recording of a girl dancing in the library. “.....Alfred can I ask you something?....” Dick hesitantly asked. “Yes master Grayson?” Alfred answered as he paused the video. “Was there ever an Iris in this house?....” he said, making Alfred sigh. “I hoped that you didn’t forget her but she was always the shadow of this home,” Alfred sighed as he turned to Dick. “So that's a yes.” dick whispered under his breath when they heard Jason yell “WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S DEAD!!!” “Well it looks like master Jason found out,” Alfred added as he walked over to the yelling.
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As Ivory was getting ready for her 2nd job, “babysitting”, she couldn’t help but feel that someone was talking about her. Before she could really think about it her phone rang. “Hello?” she said as she put on her pearl earrings. “You coming yet?” asked a girl on the other side of the line. “I said that I will be there in a few Aida,” she laughed at the girl's impatience. “Yeah but you live about 30 minutes from here,” Aida complained. “You know for the daughter of the Joker you really are almost as annoying as him,” Ivory joked as she heard the girl on the other side gasp dramatically. “I’m hurt that you would even say that,” Aida said as Ivory heard that someone else grabbed the phone. “You say that you’ll be here in 30 minutes right?” said a calm voice. “Yes I am heading out now, Mira,” Ivory said as walked out of her apartment. As she started to walk she could hear fighting on the other side of the line as another person grabbed the phone and said, “please come quick Aida and Delilah are fighting again.” “Okay I’m on my way Alrisha,” Ivory sighed as she picked up her pace just a bit. Of course she was the one that had to take care of the villains' kids when their parents were fighting with Batman or each other but the “kids” were fine for the most part and the pay was really good surprisingly. For some reason she felt the most comfortable around them as if she was already used to a life that never knew a moment of peace.
As soon as she got to the “kids” hideout she was immediately hugged to the ground by Mr.Freese’s daughter and Harly Quinn’s new student. “Hello girls,” Ivory said as she was finally allowed to get up. “Sorry about them,” Mira said as she helped Ivory up. “It’s fine I know it has been a while since I saw yall,” Ivory joked as Mr.Freeze's daughter, Bianca, came over with a cat in her hands. “Look Ivory we found a cat that looks like you,” the girl said as she handed over the calico cat. And the girl wasn’t wrong the cat had white paws as Ivory has Vitiligo where it mainly is around her hands, legs and some parts of her torso along side with her burns which matched the brown spots on the cats face and back legs. “Can we keep them,” begged Bianca. “Well?” Ivory stated as she turned to look at Mira. “I guess as long as you help take care of it, okay?” Mira stated as Bianca started to jump with joy saying that she would help take care of the cat. A small smile landed on Ivory’s as felt like she would have ended in a similar situation no matter what she did when she was younger.
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As for Jason, after at least an hour of yelling he couldn’t shake off the guilt that he didn’t realize that his sister was in the same warehouse as him and that she died at the same time as he did all thoughts years ago. “And you could have told me as soon as we were in speaking teams?” he asked Bruce. Burce didn’t even say anything because he couldn’t. He had left his two of his kids to die alone that night and only was able to amend things with one of them. Honestly he had forgotten about her after a year of her death since that was when the joker decided it would be a good idea to take a random kid and call them his kid. “He didn’t want you to feel more lost when you didn’t even know who you were at the time,” Alfred said as he walked into the room. “That still didn’t mean that you could at least have told me that she was gone and not have me here, like a fool, waiting for her to get home,” Jason told them, trying his hardest to fight the tears that were coming. He had heard her voice that day and yet he thought that his mind was playing a cruel prank by saying that she was there and instead of holding on to hope he had let her voice fade into the background as he died. What even were her last words, he asked himself as Daimian walked into the room. “Is there a reason that Grayson is crying in the kitchen?” Daimian questioned while holding a book. “He also found out?” Bruce said under his breath as he got a look from Jason. “I’ll be in her room if you want me,” Jason hissed as he walked out of the room. “What was that about?” Tim asked as he also walked into the room. “I think it is time that they should know master Bruce,” Alfred worried as he looked at Bruce who was hiding his face in his hands. “Boys can you call everyone to the living room please,” Bruce asked as Tim and Dainman walked out of the room. She would have loved to meet the others, he thought as he sank deeper into his chair.
After everyone was in the living room Duke looked around confused. “Why is he crying again?” he whispered to Cass who just shook her head. “Do you know why Bruce asked for this meeting?” Cass signed as Duke also shook his head. Finally Jason came into the room holding a small pile of notebooks. “Um, what is that?” Tim asked Jaosn which just earned him a death glare. “Okay…. Why are they acting weird?” Damian said as he looked at Bruce. “So you didn’t even tell Tim about her?” Jason hissed, not looking up from the notebook that he was reading. “Tell me what?” Tim asked. There was no way that he had missed someone that was some sort of important to Bruce and Jason. “Iris, have you ever heard the name once in this house?” Jason mocked looking up at the group looking at each other except for Dick. “....no….” Stephanie answered as Jason shot Bruce a look and then turned back to the book in his hands. “She was Jason’s twin,” Dick added as he had finished crying all the tears that he could, at that moment. “And Bruce’s first blood child.” Jason stated. “What are you talking about? I would know if I had a blood sibling,” Damian said and before he could say anything else Alfried came in with a small box of things making Jason eye the box. “Don’t worry these things aren't from her room,” Alfed explained as set the box down. After hearing this Jason was somewhat relaxed. “What's in the box?” Cass asked as the kids looked into the box. “Other things that were hers,” Alfried answered as he looked at Bruce. “She was the most normal out of us all,” Dick whispered as he picked up a small stuffed rabbit. “So she was weak?” Damian asked as he looked into the box. There were some drawings of animals, people and some robots as well. There also were a few gadgets that looked like they still needed work on. As he looked closer to the drawings he saw that the parts that had anything to do with robots were sketches for the gadgets in the box. “She isn’t weak,” Jason hissed. “She wasn’t weak, Jason,” Bruce said, earning him another death glare. “What did she look like?” Cass signed. As soon as she signed that Alfrid handed them a picture of Iris winning one of many art competitions she was in. as the others looked at for a moment Damian said, “she kinda looks like the lady that helped me at the library, only she had scars on her legs.” “....what….” Jason said as he got up from the coroner of the room. “Yeah, she has the same eye color as her just that she must have dyed her hair a bit,” Damian continued as examined the picture. “You are telling me that my twin could still be alive or better yet got resurrected like me and you couldn’t TELL?” Jason stated as he turned to Burce. “There might be a lot of people that could have hazel and black hair,” Tim said, trying to calm Jason down. “Yes but she had pale skin around her hands but had mainly tan skin too,” Damian added, not realizing the chaos he had started. “That's it, you are going to show me who you are talking about tomorrow,” Jason told Damian as he walked out of the room. “So if she is still alive, what would be the plan?” Stephanie asked, looking at Bruce. “I don’t know yet,” he sighed as he took a seat. Even if it was her, she looked like she was fine and happy, he thought as he stared at the floor. “Would she ever remember any of us?” he whispered as he tried to remember her face but he could only remember her eyes and her warm smile. It was funny for a bit. The daughter that was the most “normal” was the daughter making the most chaos in the manor and she wasn’t there, yet….