It's even a shock to me that the Joker could reproduce. Me, his daughter. It's true that when Harley, my mother, was pregnant with me, he hadn't approved so to speak but as soon as I was born and held in his arms I was his pride and joy. You would expect him to be a cruel father due to his psychotic nature, but in all honesty he was an incredible father and nurtured me since birth. Mother was also gloriously proud to have a daughter too, but I suppose that is because I resemble Joker so well. I have almost pure white skin, bright green eyes and long, lean limbs which also compliments my mothers' blonde hair. I also inherited his wicked smile although he had admitted that it looks sexier on me.

I was born under the name Charlotte, a name my mother had always dreamed of naming a child and she was allowed to pick my name so long as father could pick my villain name. My 18th birthday passed a few days ago and my parents agreed that it was time to introduce me to crime. I was sitting in my room in the abandoned funhouse, playing around with fabric for a costume while father paced back and forth outside trying to think of a name. Finally, I completed a look and put on my new outfit. The costume closely resembled my mothers' jester outfit but mine was green and white also cut off just under my large chest and the pants began low on my hips. The tights clung to my legs all the way down to my green shoes and the sleeves on my arms only reached just past my shoulders. I wore white gloves and had a black mask but followed in tradition by putting my hair in two ponytails held by green ribbons.

I was admiring myself in the mirror when the Joker burst in, a calculating grin on his face. "Sweet pea! I can't decide between Mercy or Skits! Short for schizophrenia!"
The idea of my cover being the name of a mental illness sent my father into a fit of giggles. I contemplated the two in my mind before I finally settled. "I like Mercy seeing as how it could fool people into a false sense of security. A comical name if you ask me."

He contemplated the decision before a face-splitting grin appeared on his stained face. Then he sauntered over to me for a hug and spun me around in delight. "This is why you're my daughter! Harley!"

As soon as my mother's name was called, she appeared in my doorway in full costume. "Yes Puddin'?!"
She looked at me and squealed in delight before it was her turn to hug me. "Oh baby, you're so beautiful! Have you decided on a name?"

"Harls! Meet Mercy, the new terror to the streets of Gotham! Let's go cause chaos in celebration!" Harley gripped my hand and hauled my white ass out the door, a signature grin still firmly planted on my face. We all crammed into the recently stolen car and a henchman was waiting for our direction.

My father looked at me expectantly waiting for my cue on where to go. I put my hand to my chin in thought. "Well, isn't there a movie premiere happening at the theatre this evening? I say we deserve ourselves an invite!"

Dad brushed a fake tear from his eye in happiness and instructed the driver where to go and mother gripped my hand in delight. Finally, I would be able to make my parents proud. I always knew they were criminals, but I never minded. Why should I have to work and abide by rules for respect and stuff when I could just take it? It seemed so much simpler to me! The only interception in our family aspirations was the Bat family. Batman, the third Robin, Nightwing and Batgirl just loved to harass our fun. Sometimes a heroine named Huntress would join or even Superman from Metropolis would pay a visit. I always knew when he was in town because both my parents wouldn't have come home that night and I would have had to arrange the henchmen to break them out of Arkham. I never really left the funhouse which I called my home. I stayed in there on my father's requests which I followed flawlessly and for the fact that I never found the need to leave. The news would always alert me of what was happening in Gotham and I paid close attention to the radio so I knew what the situation was.

On very rare occasion would I leave the house with my mother to do a spot of shopping, but that never lasted very long seeing as how Batman knew her identity and could have been watching at any time. During my time in the house, I dedicated my life to staying fit and upgrading my fighting skills. I was very flexible like Harley, and I would always borrow a henchman or two to battle with and practice my technique on. I was very good at fighting.

We pulled up around the back of the theatre and armed ourselves accordingly. Seeing as how it was my night, mother nodded at me to begin the attack. I snuck through the building from the back, silently knocking out the guards in my path until I came up to the front door. Joker had slipped me a few green smoke pellets for a dramatic entrance and I threw them to the ground just as I opened the door. My family insisted I had a weapon with me no matter my hand-to-hand combat skills and they settled with me taking a very long crowbar.

Stepping out onto the red carpet steps, I leant on my bar and grinned at the shocked audience. "Now, now Gotham. Where was our invites? We like movies too, ya know!"

That was my cue for my company to appear guns blazing, and the henchmen riddled the audience and carpet already pick-pocketing the bystanders. When screams of panic and chaos took over, my parents emerged down at the beginning of the carpet, arm in arm, blowing kisses to the frightened civilians. I laughed at their entertaining entrance and spread my arms wide to announce, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Gotham's crime royalty!"

People started to cry but with a hard glare and nod of my head, bullets were shot into the air, causing the people to jump and gradually clap for my parents. They made it up to me and I embraced my smiling mother. We turned back to the crowd and that's when I looked at all the famous people's outfits. "Ugh Harley, look at these dresses. They need more color."

Hearing the silent command, the henchmen threw a few spray cans in our direction and the two of us set off into the crowd. Some women screamed while I tore and colored their expensive gowns and other sobbed silently trying to be strong. I respected these women. Then when I moved on, I came across a brooding chest in a tuxedo. I looked up and found myself staring at Bruce Wayne. "Oh wow, my first encounter with Bruce Wayne, how exciting. Hey Joker! I found Brucy!"

I knew not to call my parents mother and father in public so no one would understand the connection between us three and I respected that decision. Joker skipped up to me and began to taunt Bruce. The tall man looked at me curiously. "And who are you?"

I smiled back at the billionaire and put my hands on my hips. "My name is Mercy! I'm new in town!"

His eyes probed my face and I never let my bright green gaze off of his. "Well Mercy, I would like you to meet the young Bat family."

I turned and faced Nightwing, Batgirl and Robin gliding down onto the situation. "Son of a-"
Back-flipping away, I barely missed a kick in the chest from Batgirl. She continued to charge at me, but now I was ready and slipped away from her fist and retaliating by kicking her in the back. I laughed maniacally and raised my crowbar. The metal was pulled from me by the back and I turned to see Nightwing smirking at me. He seemed about my age and he was much leaner than expected. Behind me, I heard my father charging at Batgirl and that left Nightwing to me. "Hey! Give me that back!"

He threw it to the ground, still smirking. "Come and get it, princess."
"The name's Mercy!" I yelled as I threw a punch at him. He wasn't expecting such force from a girl like me so I had hit him in the jaw, sending him to the ground. I went for my bar but he tripped me up and I landed on my back. I started up the fake waterworks, a trick my mother taught me, and looked back at him with tears down my face. "Please don't hurt me! I'm just a young girl!"

His expression softened briefly, but it was enough time to turn the tables on him and trip him up. I was standing above him, crowbar on my shoulder, and kicked him in the side as hard as I could. I heard my mother call from the street. "Mercy, let's get out of here!"

She was hanging out the door of our car and I turned back to the winded bird. "See you soon, Shitwing!"
I sprinted off into the car and the driver sped off, screeching the tires. My parents were embracing me and awarding me praise for my efforts. Mother was babbling on about my grand entrance and father was boasting about my fighting abilities. He had been so eager for me to beat Batgirl with a crowbar and I wish I could've done it to make him proud. That darn Shitwing, he ruined my praise! I mentioned the final kick I landed on the former bird boy and my Dad grinned even wider, happy I beat him.

We stopped at McDonald's as a treat, going through drive through and as we came up to the window and collected our meals, the driver shot the girl asking us to pay. It was the first death I'd ever seen and I realized that I didn't care. I really was the daughter of two psychopaths. Dad being the funny guy ordered us all happy meals. Mine was with six chicken nuggets and my parents had cheeseburgers. We got back to the funhouse with happy, full stomachs. I said goodnight to my crazy family, yelled a bye to the henchmen and shuffled to my room with a big smile on my face.

Falling back onto my bed, I sighed in content until I turned and looked at what was leaning against my wardrobe door. The bright green crowbar was propped up against the wood and a note was attached. Hesitantly, I pulled the note from the bar and flipped it open.

Dear Mercy,

Thanks for the beating, I really appreciated it. You don't have to be a villain, I can help you in the right direction. If you ever think about switching sides, come meet me at the local park. I will know when you're there, trust me.

From, Shitwing.

I stared at the letter for awhile before crumpling it back up. My first instinct was to tell my parents but then I felt like I should actually meet up with him and kidnap him as a present. However, being the good and obedient daughter I was, I got up from the comfort of bed and headed to the main room where my mother was parading around trying to seduce my father, but to no avail.

I approached the desk he was sitting at formally and waited patiently for my presence to be noted. It only took a moment before I was called upon and without a word spoken, I placed the letter on the table for my parents to read. They battled to read the note which resulted in mother on the ground sulking. Father read the letter determinedly and a grin spread on his face.

"This. Is. Brilliant!" He jumped out of his chair, scooped up Harley and began twirling around the room. I was confused by his reaction. "Dad?"

He paused to look at me with mirrored green eyes. "Don't you see what this means, Sweet Pea? We can get him any time we like! You are absolutely brilliant! But, we are not going to move straight away, no way josé! We can wait about a month so he believes you are making up your mind."

He dropped my mother who squealed and stood tall and proud. "Therefore my dear, whenever we are out in public and faced with the Bat family, you must look confused and as if you're pondering a decision. I have no doubt that you will pull this off swimmingly!"

The smile on my face was immediate. Father had so much faith in me and it made me proud to befall such emotions on him! My mother had gotten up and was now hugging me from behind. "Puddin'! Why don't we tell her of your other decision while she's here?"

If this was my mother's actual idea, she was forbidden to say so. A fantastic idea that is presented before my father is immediately adopted by him. The henchmen, mother or me were not permitted to be more creative than the Joker. I wouldn't be here without him, so I complied along with everything else he asks of me. My train of thought was interrupted when they finally agreed to tell me the new idea. "Charlotte, my flesh and blood, you were so exquisite in our ambush tonight that I believe it is time for you to find your own villainous feet. Whenever you please, as long as you take henchmen with you, you may leave the funhouse to cause havoc on Gotham. Your path is your own, however you will be included in many of my own malicious plans."

I squealed and engulfed my father into a hug, thanking him repeatedly. The Joker surprisingly has a warm embrace and I often find myself curled into it. He dismissed me and I skipped back to my room in high spirits. Before I opened my door, I remembered the crow bar and realized that he could be watching through my window at any time. I closed my eyes, settling my emotions and entered a deep train of thought. However, little does anyone know that I am contemplating the significant differences between a machete and butterfly knife.

My room was exactly how I had left it as far as I could tell. My old wooden wardrobe stood wide and flung open, my queen sized bed in the middle with a purple quilt and my bedside table with a lamp turned on. Automatically, I got the urge to write today's events in my journal. It was my one rebellious act against my parents in my whole life. I was supposed to tell them everything that happens in my day-to-day life however I also wrote it down accompanied by my feelings towards certain actions. I hid it under my floorboards so the henchmen wouldn't get to it and I pried it out almost every evening.

I pulled the brown, dodgy book from its hiding place and turned to a fresh page.

I am a villain. It's official. After being born into a life of crime and psychotic hatred and spending 18 years battling my father's employee's, I was allowed to strike terror into the heart of the lowlife city I was raised in.
I hate the word evil, just because it is used in spite by innocents. However, I do accept that I am evil, and that is fine with me. I have never had the choice anyway, seeing as how my father is the crowned prince of crime. He has murdered a hundred times over and one day, I will accept that I will indeed take a life. The concept of taking one's essence does not disturb me in any way I have found and I know that as soon as I have killed for the first time, a warrant for my head will surely appear and freedom will no longer belong to me. Any time I am caught, no mercy will befall me and I will be shut in Arkham Asylum for the remainder of my pitiful life. Mercy is my vigilante name and it fits.
The giving and receiving of mercy does not exist in any way or form in this world. It is a false sense of security and I will bend that falsity as it suits me and my ways.
My first crime this evening was followed by retaliation from the younger side of the bat family. Curious that Batman himself was not a part of the attack, but I do not care for his absence. I had begun a fight with Batgirl, the bitch in a cowl, and I was doing so well until Shitwing turned his attention on to me.
I think Nightwing is my foe after tonight. We shared a connection of hero against villain that father has with the Bat and I will use it to take him down. I have yet to see any familiarity between us, but no doubt in the future, we will learn about each other and equals we will be.

I locked my journal back into its hidey hole and changed into some sleeping wear. I prefer to sleep in old baggy t-shirts and merely underwear because I find it such a naughty comfort that I am allowed. Imagine bringing a boy home to meet my father. That would be an interesting introduction to say the least. Well, it would be if my father doesn't slaughter him on eye contact. He's very protective of me, and that's not a bad thing.
I drifted off to sleep at the thought of my non-existent love life.