"Arkham" it's what people think of when they think of the criminal masterminds such as: The Joker, The Riddler, Scarecrow, Two-Face, And even the female rouges such as: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. As for me...I was literally born here. Whatever, anyway, I'm gonna interduce myself. I am Stormy Napier; yes I said "Napier". See my parents are Harley Quinn and The famous Joker. You'll hear more later, but lets start from the VERY beginning.
Harleen Quinzel; more commonly known as Harley Quinn was walking down the dark, eerie corridor of Arkham Asylum. Her short skirt swishing behind her as she hummed a unknown tune. She stopped when she heard a sound. This wasn't just any sound, it wasn't like the sound you'd normally hear here; the normal screams or threats. No, no this was different; the sound of a baby crying filled the space of the old asylum. Harley stopped humming and walked into an old office, when she stepped inside she saw a small bundle on the desk. She looked around and held her hammer close to her in case she needed it. She carefully set the hammer down once she got close to the dirty bundle of dull colored blankets. She very slowly pealed back the part in which she could hear the crying. Her icy blue eyes widened once she saw the source of all the whining and crying; it was a baby! Harley was almost confused, I mean, why the hell was a baby in Arkham Asylum. Well, no matter the reason! She couldn't just leave the helpless infant here! She carefully picked the baby up, the baby looked at here for a moment, then started to cry again. Harley then started to sing a quite tune.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word...Momma's gonna kill for you the whole damn world. And if they don't laugh at our jokes...Momma's gonna stab out their goddamn throats. And if they start to run away...Momma's gonna paint the streets with blood. And once the blood starts to wash off...Momma's gonna blow some more heads off. And if they world still doesn't laugh...Momma's gonna go and poison them. And once the poison's done its job...Momma's gonna show your legacy. And if the world still tries to fight...Momma's gonna burn their houses down. And if you grow up with his smile...Momma's gonna be so proud of you...!"
The song made Stormy stop crying and start to giggle. Harley smiled slightly, then grinned wide. "Aww, Mistah J's gonna love you!" She held the baby to her chest and headed to where Joker was. The intercom buzzed on; "Haaaarley Dear! I need you!" Joker yelled. Harley squealed, "Didja hear that little baby! Puddin' needs me!" She jumped up and down a few times. "Ooh, I wonda what her wants?" She started to run; she was about to do a flip onto a platform...then she remembered the baby. "Oh, whoopies! Hold on, little one!" She thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Aww well! I can do a flip up there no problem!" She held the small baby closer to her chest and managed to flip up. "Ta-da! Momma did a good job, huh sweetie?" She started to hum as she walked into Joker's office "Puddin'!" She skipped over to him.
Joker looked at Harley. "Finally Harley! I've been waiting for you!" He crossed his arms. Harley frown, "Aww, I'm sorry, Mistah J..." Joker sighed and grinned. "Aww, pooh, I can't stay mad at you!" Harley squealed, "Aww, sweetie!" Just then the small baby started to cry again. "Ooooh, I almost forgot." She held up the baby, "Lookie what I found, Puddin'!" The Joker raised an eyebrow. "Is that a baby, Harls?" Harley nodded quickly, "Yup!" Joker smirked, "Were you planning on killing it in front of me, or something?" Harley gasped, "Oh-no, Mistah J! She's just a wittle baby!" She used a baby voice. Joker raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "So...?" "Well, I thought we could raise her as ours, I mean, sense you never wanted to have a kid with me..." The Joker sighed, "I-Suppose..." Harley squealed again, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
