I gazed at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair tied back in pigtails with purple tips. My purple and green corset matched perfectly with my small green tutu. My purple boots reached just below my knee cap. I was ready for my first taste of villainy. I covered my face with white makeup, and covered my frosted pink lips with black lipstick. My mother banged on the door.
"Baby, hurry up. You know how your father gets if we're late for a crime." She spoke softly. She always hated yelling at me. After all, I was her only child. I turned to see my side my chest was small, but enough to show how feminine I was. I was thin and pretty but it didn't matter. Pleasing my father and mother were all that mattered.
"I'm ready, Ma. I'll be out in a sec." I grabbed my combat knife and slid it into the hidden cover underneath my stockings. I slipped out the door and bolted down the stairs, hoping they weren't mad at me for taking so long. I was incredibly nervous, and felt ready to puke. I swallowed the nervousness and strode out the archway confidently.
"There's my little sweetie! Ah, you look just like your mother. Are you ready?" Daddy exclaimed. I nodded and he kissed my cheek, taking me and my mother by the hands and leading us to the car. My Mother was Harley Quinn, and my Father was the Joker. I was their product. My name was Susan Lee Ann Quinn, and I was the Joker's daughter.
My mother shook my knee, and I jumped a little. She mouthed sorry and turned back to face out of the drivers windshield. I didn't know what we were doing. I only knew that this was my first crime with Ma and Daddy. I was 17, and finally becoming a true villain. I was exhilarated, adrenaline ran through my blood, and I had the urge to punch someone in the throat. A strange feeling, I know, but when you're raised by two super villains you get these feelings often.
I felt the car stop, and I looked out the window, trying to see where we were. We were at the Gotham city museum.
"All right my little darling," Daddy said after we got out of the car "we're going to steal a priceless diamond called 'The Moon's Diamond' now it's very valuable and Mr. Ice-Box wants it so be very careful." Daddy placed a gloved hand on my shoulder and I looked at him and nodded. Ma tried to hold back the tears, but her eyes were glazed with water. I gave her a quick smile and cartwheeled my way into the museum. I heard Daddy say "that's just like you" behind me. I beamed with joy hearing him say that.
The guards were no match for me. A couple jabs in the throat, and a quick flip kick, and they were down. The diamond lay in front of me. I curled my hands around it being very careful and stealthy, and then I quickly placed it in my Elmo backpack and zipped it up. The mission was a success, now I only had to return it to my parents.
"Not so fast," Said an unknown voice "turn around now and place the diamond back and we won't have a problem." I turned and looked to see who was talking. It was a boy, about a year older than me, with a red hood and a green mask. There was an R on the left side of his chest.
"And just who the hell do you think you are?" I questioned furiously.
"The name's Robin. And who are you?" He snapped back. I scowled at him, and he only raised one eyebrow.
"Susie. Susie Quinn. It was nice meeting you, Robbie, but I have to leave." I had my mother's witty banter and flexibility. I had Daddy's sense of humor and torture. I quickly turned and ran hoping he didn't see me blush. When I thought about it, he was actually pretty cute. But villainy comes first, as Daddy says. That's why he's so mean to Ma.
"Did you get it, Baby?" asked Mama excitedly. I nodded and pulled the diamond out of my backpack. She squealed with glee and twisted it around in her palms, examining it. Daddy looked at me and gave a nod of approval, I grinned with glee. I turned to see the boy I had just talked to standing in the doorway. He looked as if he was shocked to see they were my parents. I merely growled and motioned for us to leave. We all hopped in the car with lightning speed, and sped out. I looked back and blushed, then curled up in my seat.
Mama giggled, and then I shot her a glare. She shrugged and held daddy's hand, who looked at her and she stuck her tongue out. He shook his head and continued driving. I knew the drive home was long, so I decided to sleep. In my dream, I was in a field of sunflowers, wearing a pastel blue dress that went down to my ankles. The sleeves were long, and I felt beautiful. Someone grabbed my hand and I turned smiling only to see it was Robin. I jerked upright in my seat & mom looked at me, concernful. I smiled and looked out my window. It was dirty but I could see enough. This turned out great, I thought, could I be falling for that guy?