Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except from my OC Thana. This is my second fanfic and I deleted my first fanfic because everyone except my best friend were complaining about how many times the story had been done. So please no hate on this one.
"Puddin' im home! I made it out of Arkham again" Harley shouted whilst opening the door. I sighed as I made my way to meet her. Why can't she just stay in prison and do her prison sentence. We'll have police knocking on the door again. She saw me in the next room and wrapped me into a hug. Yeah who knew that villians would give hugs to a 14 year old girl.
But then she took a deep breath. Everytime she does that at home it always means bad news like the last time when she stole something she made me hide it. But the police found it and took me to PRT (Prison Reform Trust) for an entire year. Whilst Harley just went out with her so called boyfriend and caused mischief. He doesn't even like her that way.
I don't know why I stay with her but I guess I have nowhere else to go. Then there was a knock at the door. "The police found me already?" she whispered but then the door opened. Walked in was her 'boyfriend' with his neon green hair, white plastered face and large grin. It was the Joker.
"Thana, Thana, Thana what a wonderful suprise now I want to show you something." He said. The Joker brought out his cane and I knew what was coming. Please no, not again. He started to hit me and then again and again. I curled up into a ball on the ground wanting to die right there so I didn't have to feel the pain all over again.
I thought Harley would have stopped it by now but she didn't. She was laughing at me along with the Joker. He carried on hitting me for what seemed like eternity but finally stopped. It's not like him to stop torturing someone. He wasn't going to stop there since he pulled out his leather whip.
Again and again he hit me. My face was now drenched in blood and tears, this was never going to end. The sun started to rise and then he stopped. Offering an arm to Harley which she gladly took and they walked out of the door together laughing manically.
Slowly, I attempted to get up it took a few tries but I finally managed to do it, stumbling over to the sink I slowly washed away the blood. It stang (or stung I don't really know which one is the right terminololgy soo) like hell.
They'll be back no matter what I do to prevent them from coming in. So I got my backpack and packed it with spare clothes, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a brush, some food and a bottle of water.
Being homeless would still be better than living here.
I walked out of the door not looking behind. And walked off well stumbled more like. I have to find someone to tell about what they are up to. And someone to believe me...