The Joker paced back and forth in his room full of computers, laptops and old TVs. He was planning and plotting but everything that he came up with seemed like crap. He needed a plan and he needed one fast before it's too late; not for no he was fine it's his daughter his worried about. His newborn baby girl who his wife gave birth to hours earlier in her prison cell.

He watched it all and wished he could be next to his two girls but he knew that Harley knew he was watching. She managed to keep her pregnancy from other inmates and guards somehow then processed to keep from being found out by not making a sound while giving birth. On October 31st of 1979 his daughter Harmony Jacklyn Quinzel-Napier was born in Blackgate prison at the stroke of midnight on Halloween's early morning day. His wife held their child for hours after doing the best she cleaning wrapping the child in the cleanest cloth she had. Since the baby didn't cry the Joker assumed the worst until his daughters eyes opened and she stared back at her mother. At that moment Gotham City's most viscous serial killer, the Clown Prince of Crime, cried tears of joy. He had a daughter but he knew sooner or later prison guards would check on his wife and will take his baby on sight. Of that is exactly what happened six hours after Harmony was born.

So because of all this, of course, leading him to start pacing like a mad man. He didn't know where they would take Harmony but he knew that she would end up in the wizarding world regardless. He could only hope that she ends up where he was born with his younger brother Tom Napier-Riddle, London, England. While his brother took Riddle from their fathers hyphenated last name he took Napier. Their father was second generation pure-blood squib. The Joker hasn't been in the wizarding world since he graduated from Hogwarts but at the moment it seemed he had no other choice to go back. He needed to see his brother and ask for his help. He sent out a message to half of his guards telling them to go to London and keep an eye out for his daughter.

He picked up his wand, which lay next to Harley's that he also picked up, and with simple turn of his wrist he vanished in a cloud of black smoke. He was going to get his daughter back one way or another and he will never stop searching for her no matter how long it takes. Until he finds her there will be a very bloody trail in his wake but even after he finds her the blood shed will not cease.