A/N: I don't own Batman or any of the other characters other than Angela because YOLO!YOU CAN'T HAVE HER DC! I REFUSE! *she shouts angrily at the sky for no aparent reason* ... i need a life :3 I have had a lot of cafine latly so I be kinda hyper... COFFE! also I'm a really bad speller so there will be mistakes I garentee you this. So your just gonna have to deal with it!... Love ya'll! ;D lol JK!... I'm gonna stop talking now... PEACE HOMIES!
Chapter 1:The Begining
"You miserable exuse for a child! Can't you do anything right?!" screamed my mother, if I would even call her that. She is THE WORST exuse for a mother I have ever seen! She is just as bad as my "father". My biological dad left soon after I was born, I don't know why. My mother could never hold a steady job, or a husband. When I was three she got her self hooked with drugs, what kind you ask? All kinds you can think of, so much I've lost track. I don't even know why anyone would ever want to marry her. But Charlie did. I guess it was because he is just as bad has her, if not worse. I'm just glad he doesn't come home every night, bcause everytime he comes home drunk. And when he is home... well I don't want to go into detail, but lets just leave it at I have constant nightmares, I'm claustrophobic (A/N: no Santa _-_), and I'm not a vergin anymore, not since I was 11. Now I'm almost 17, and all I want to do is leave this hell some might call home.
"Fuck you bitch! I hate you and everything about you! I didn't even do anything, but you yell at me! Why?! Oh yeah! Because I was born! You can't stand the fact that YOU had a child and your party days were over! But let me tell you something. It wasn't my choice to be born! I wasn't the one to get drunk and have sex with someone you barley knew! But guess what! Life. Isn't. Fair." If looks could kill... I would have been blown up, exploded, chunks all over the walls, the apartment would have burnt down, and my "parents" would be having a celebration, dancing on my ashes. I'm somewhat relieved looks don't kill. But if they did, then I wouldn't have to live in this hellhole.
"How dare you! You ungreatful bitch! I gave you life! And you dare treat me like this?!" She slapped me right across my face. I could feel the imprint she left on my face. She then gave me a right hook, and hit my nose. I could have sworn I heard a crack. It started bleeding instantly. She then continuously punched me in the gut, untill I started coughing up blood. She grabbed my semi long black hair, looked strait into my pale green eyes and said slowly, "Rot. In. Hell." She spat in my face, then dragged me by my hair and threw me into the "Punishment Room". It's a REALLY small closet-like area where they sent her to when she acted up. They would starve her. No food or water for two days strait. I would rather go to Hell than live with them. But then she wouldn't live long enough to see THEM rot in Hell first.
After the two days were up, my "father" Charlie opened the door, greeting me with alcohol on his breath and bloodshot eyes. Telling me that he was extreamly drunk and high on whatever drug concoctions him and my mother were experimenting with. "Oh God no! Please I'll do anything! Anything but that! Please!" I begged. "Get up slut. Sadly, not tonight. We're going for a... walk. As a family. Wheather you like it or not! Melany! Get your ass out here now, you worthless bitch!" He screamed down the hall. "My name is Brittney, you dickhole!" she yelled back as she was coming down the hall. "Whatever Nichole. We're leaving and your comming with us too." As we where walking down the alley to the warehouse my parents get their supplies for their drugs, it was just my luck that the one and only Joker and Harley Quinn, the homosidal duo, just happen to be going down the same alley as us. Great. The king clown of crime walks towards us with a little skip to his step, in his usuall purple tux and florecent pink flower and says, "Stop me if you've heard this one before. A clown walks down an alley-" "Get out of my way freak!" my step-dad yells. On his behalf, he must be REALLY drunk, or a fucking idiot... or both. "You have?! Oh well! I guess I'll get right to the punch line then!" Harley then came over and waked my parents with a gaint hammer, while the Joker then sprayed my parents with his Joker toxin, which cause my parents to laugh uncontrolably. I was in a fetile position, sobbing. Their laughs only taunting me. Only reminding me of the cruelties they bestowed upon me. Even when their laughing slowly stopped, I could still hear it in my mind. Over and over and over again. "Look! They liked my joke after all! HAHAHAHA!... hmmm someone doesn't seem to be laughing at my joke." He scowled at me. He was heading my way until Harley spoke, "Hey, puddn, we should get goin!" She said as she pointed to the dark figure above them. "Bats! Wonderful to see you again! You just missed my joke old friend! Well look at they time we must really get going! Tootles! Boys! Get the bat!" The Joker yelled as he ran off. In just a few seconds the Joker's men started attacking Batman. He quickly defeated them, but lost the Joker and Harley in the process. He sighed and walked over to me and asked, "What is your name?"... my name?... My parents never really called me by my name, it was usually hoe, slut, bitch, whore. I've almost forgot my name. "Angela. Angela Tomson." I said quietly, so quiet I practicly wisperd it. "Well Angela. Come with me. I'll take you somewhere safe." He said as he stuck out his hand. I have trust issues with people. Men expecially, but can you blame me? I slowly grabbed his hand any way and he lead me to the Batmobile. As we walked towards it I looked back. The last image I saw of my parents were their creepy dead expresioned smiles... And I relised. That was the first time I've seen them smile.
A/N: R& R!