There was a girl named Trixie Stine who was an seventeen year old. She was beautiful and very nice, but that doesn't mean she wasn't bullied. Trixie was an orphan. When she was seven years old she ran away and joined a circus called Haly's Circus. She was a circus acrobat and she was there her entire life until she reached fifteen. Trixie was very smart and she wanted to go to college. First she had to go to high school. Sadly, since her circus group moved all over the place, she had to leave Haly's Circus. Now, as a former circus acrobat, she started high school at Gotham City High School. The circus helped her get a adopted family, and she still practices her acrobatic abilities. But now, all of that seemed like a dream. Trixie was being bullied at Gotham High. People walked passed her and called her "circus freak". They played horrible pranks on her and they made fun of her. Trixie had very few friends, and very few people picked on her. Life was harder now in high school. She always wondered to herself: "What went wrong?" Sometimes she told herself that: "Someday you'll get your revenge. Someday they won't be laughing at you. Someday you'll leave this place and never come back." She went from praised and glorified to taunted and bullied at. Now today was a start of a new, bullied filled, boring school day.

"Trixie, get up!" yelled Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. Johnson was Trixie's foster mother. She was nice and very pretty. Mrs. Johnson was thirty-three years old and she looked only twenty. She has honey blonde hair with curls. Her eyes were blue and she had high cheek bones.

"Yes, ma'am," yelled Trixie. Trixie's hair was messed up. Trixie was also a honey blonde and she also had blue eyes, but her's were lighter than Mrs. Johnson's. She got up from her bed and started to walk down the hall. She started to head to the bathroom. She heard shower water. she knew who it was in the shower.

"Mark hurry up!" Trixie yelled. Mark was Tixie's adopted brother. He looked like his mother but he had brown hair and green eyes.

"Whatever," he yelled back. Trixie hated not being in the shower before Mark. Mark tended to use up all of the hot water. Mark was thirteen years old and he went to Gotham City Middle School.

"Mark seriously hurry up," she yelled back.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he yelled back. "Now leave me alone!" Trixie left Mark. That's when she ran into her adopted dad, Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was tall and built. He had brown hair and green eyes. He wore rectangular glasses. He was getting ready for his desk job.

"Oh, uh Trixie, I was wondering if you going to your gymnast class after school so, I know whether to pick you up?" Mr. Johnson asked.

"Um, I guess," she said. Since Trixie was a former circus acrobat, her parents decided to take her to a gymnast class. Her gymnast class was a little better than school though.

After about an hour, Trixie was going to school. She was prepared for whatever comes, so she thought.

"Hey freak, what are ya doin' here?" asked a tall blonde girl. She was pretty and was surrounded by other tall pretty girls. They were all wearing cheer leading outfits that were white and grey. They had Gotham High across the front in cursive. Their last names were on the back. There was a picture of a grey wolf on the front as well.

"What do you want Felicia?" Trixie asked the blonde cheerleader.

"Nothing," said Felicia. "I just want your lunch money and your lipstick."

"Why?" asked Trixie. "I gave that stuff yesterday."

"Because you're a freak and that's what freaks do," Felicia replied.

"No," said Trixie.

"What did you say?" asked Felicia.

"I said NO!" said Trixie louder and more confident. The next thing you know Trixie was getting her head dumped down a toilet. Felicia held on to her head while another cheerleader flushed the toilet. Oh how Trixie hated swirlies.

"I'll see ya at lunch, freak." Trixie went through the first three periods getting laughed and taunted at. Now it was lunch time. Trixie made her way to the lunch room. She was then pulled by a girl.

"Hey Trixie," said the girl. The girl had red hair and green eyes. Her red hair was curly and long, and she smelled like perfume.

"Hi Scarlett," said Trixie. Scarlett had to be Trixie's only best friend, but sometimes Trixie still felt like she was alone, even though she had Scarlett and other friends.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," Scarlett said. She looked as if she was giving a warning.

"Why not?" asked Trixie.

"Because I feel as if Felicia planning something."

"Right now I don't care about Felicia." Trixie started to make her way into the lunch room. "I'm hungry."

"Wait don't go-" Scarlett started to say, but Trixie already went in. In the lunch room there was a stage, and two separate lunch lines. One lunch line was for regular everyday lunch. The other line was for actual good food and snacks, but you had to pay for it. Felicia and some cheerleaders were on the stage. There was a screen, that was rolled down and there was a projector and a laptop hooked up to the projector projecting on the screen.

"Uh oh," thought Trixie. "What is she doing?" Felicia had a mike in her hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she started to say. "I, Felicia Jones, would like to show the school a presentation about a girl. I call it: Trixie: Behind the Scenes." A cheerleader clicked on the laptop and a video played on the screen. Trixie couldn't believe her eyes. The video was about all of her mess ups while she was apart of the circus. Everything that showed up on the screen embarrassed Trixie. Everyone laughed(except for Trixie's small group of friends and the people who didn't pick on Trixie) at her and the video. Trixie had tears in her eyes. She started to make her way for the door, until she was stopped by an African American cheerleader with a pie in her hand.

"Oh, don't leave too soon." she said in a fake sympathetic voice. "You're the opening act and you know to make people laugh." Then she put the pie in Trixie's face. Scarlett walked in.

"Hey, leave her alone!" she yelled at the cheerleader.

"Shut up red," the cheerleader yelled back. Everyone started to laugh harder. Trixie pushed the cheerleader out of her way.

"Good bye, clown girl," said the cheerleader as Trixie walked out the door.

" Trixie wait," called Scarlett, but Trixie did not wait. She wanted to leave the laughter behind her, and she ran out of the school far away.

Trixie ran away from the school. She ran all the way to an abandoned fair ground that she performed at so many years ago when she was with the circus. The iron gate was broken. Every booth and carnival ride was old and pale. Wall paper peeling off and losing its color. Metal was rusty. and the ground was dusty. Trixie kept walking down an aisle lined up with old booths. she felt as if she was in a scary movie with an old carnival in it. She finally came up to (what used to be) her most favorite part of the fair, the fun house. Trixie ran until she got to the opening of the fun house. The fun house was old and extremely scary looking. There was a clown painted in the middle of the fun house. All of the bright colors and patterns were clown was peeling off. The word "FUN HOUSE" were missing letters, so it looked like "UN HUS". The opening was a clown's mouth. The clown was blue and had a pointed faded red hat. It's eyes were staring down at his mouth, so it looked like he was laughing evilly. There were steps leading up to the opening of the fun house. Trixie sat on the steps, and began to cry.

"Why am I all alone?" she sobbed. "Why doesn't anyone like me. What did I do to deserve this punishment?" After about a minute, Trixie heard growling. At first she didn't look up because she thought it was her stomach. Then the growling got louder and louder, until she felt as if the growling was behind her. Trixie was scared, but she looked behind her to see what it was and she nearly jumped. The noise that was growling behind her was two hyenas. The hyenas were brown with black spots. They looked like adults and they had a red collar around them as if they were someone's pets. They looked hungry. Trixie was about to run. Then the hyenas charged, but a voice yelled.

"Bud, Lou, SIT!" The voice was a little high and it sounded like it had a Brooklyn, New York a woman came from around the fun house.

The woman was wearing a red and black jester costume with red and black diamond patterns on her arms and legs and the left side of her butt. She was wearing a black mask, white face paint, and red lipstick. Trixie knew exactly who it was when she saw the woman.

"Holy shit," Trixie said with fear in her voice. "Y-you're H-Harley Quinn!"

"Yeah," said the woman. "I know that I'm Harley Quinn. How do you know?"

"I saw you on the GCN," explained Trixie.

"Oh yeah the good, old Gotham City News," said Harley Quinn dreamily. "Did they get my good side?" Trixie didn't know how to answer.

"Uh, yeah," Trixie replied unsure whether to say yes or no.

"Yahtzee!" she screamed excitedly. "Now what are ya doin' on me and Mistah J's property?"

"Uh, this is an abandoned fair ground," said Trixie.

"So," she replied back. "If me and Mistah J are occupying it, it's ours."

"Oh," said Trixie. "please don't hurt me." Trixie didn't me to say that, but her fear of getting shot in the head by a crazy escapee from Arkham Asylum took over her.

"Oh," said Harley Quinn. "I'm not gonna hurt ya." Trixie gave a sigh of relief. "That'll be up to Mistah J. Now come along girl." Trixie obeyed. Part of her wanted to run away, but the other part was very curious to see the Joker face-to-face. She wanted to see what the Joker would do. She followed Harley inside the fun house. The fun house was, surprisingly, in great shape. Unlike outside, the fun house was bright and colorful. There were some signs of vandalism here and there like: Joker and Harley or Batsy SUCKS. There was a balcony with a throne on it. Trixie saw the Joker sitting on top. Trixie was frighten by the way the Joker smiled. It was wide, and insane.

The Joker's hair was green(of course), and his skin was white(of course). He was wearing red lipstick on his lips, and the lipstick continued onto his cheeks into sharp points. so, when the Joker closed his mouth, her looked like he was smiling from ear to ear. He was wearing a purple tailcoat jacket with white stripes, and on the end of the sleeves were white ruffles.. He had a white striped collar shirt, and a white fake, dead daisy on his left right lapel. He was also wearing a green bow tie. His dress pants matched his tailcoat jacket, but it had a pale purple patch on the left knee. He was also wearing a gold chain and purple dress shoes. On his head he was wearing a black top hat with a ribbon, and white gloves.

"Hey Puddin' lookie what I found!" yelled Harley to Joker.

"Harley, what is it?" asked Joker. "I can't see from here."

"Then get down here Puddin'" said Harley. Joker moaned. He then jumped over the over the balcony, and landed on both feet. When he landed he looked up at the balcony and laughed. It was the first time Trixie ever heard him laugh up close and personal. The Joker's laugh was just like his smile; insane. The Joker walked over to them. Trixie was surprised that he wasn't in pain, or that his legs weren't broken. He stopped in front of Harley. Trixie looked up and saw two brutes dressed in a purple clown outfit. The hyenas laughed at Harley's side.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" asked Joker. He was smiling.

"I found her sittn' at the steps Puddin'," said Harley. She sounded as if she was about to receive a reward for bringing in a girl. "I decided to see what you wanted me to do with her." The Joker's smile turned into a frown and he immediately smacked Harley across her cheek. She whimpered a bit.

"Harley, my dear," he said sweetly. Trixie could tell there was disappointment in his voice. "Why did you BRING HER IN!" He yelled at Harley.

"I'm sorry Mistah J," she said quietly. "I thought it was the right thing to do." Harley looked like she was about to cry.

"You shouldn't've done that Harley," he explained. He was still mad. "Now if she runs away she could tell old Jimbo and Batlame where we are hiding."

"We could just kill her," offered Harley quietly.

"Great idea Harley," said Joker. His faced lit up and a smile creeped up on his face. "Oh come here you doll you," said Joker to Harley. He held out his arms wide, indicating that he wanted a hug. Harley gave a high pitched: "Eeee," and ran to hug the Joker. She wrapped her arms around the Joker, and she hugged him and held onto him. The Joker's and Harley's head turned toward Trixie, and they smiled.

"Sorry my dear," said the Joker. "But, you gotta go." he pulled out a gun and he pulled the trigger. Trixie closed her eyes. Trixie waited for the sound of a gun fire, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes, expecting to be dead, but all she saw was the Joker and Harley Quinn looking back at her. Harley was no longer hugging the Joker. They were standing there smiling at her.

"I-I'm not dead," she said relieved, but also was scared for what was going to happen. Trixie looked at the gun and saw a BANG! flag sticking out of it. It Joker still had his hand on the trigger and looked like he was going to pull it again.

"Wait don't pull the trigger please!" said Trixie. She was scared and was shaking. "Please don't kill me. I didn't mean to intrude, I swear I won't tell anyone where you guys are. I was just alone, I've always been alone, and I just wanted to come back to the fairground I performed at when I was small. I so, so sorry. Please don't hurt me, please." Trixie was on the verge of tears. Joker lowered his gun.

"You were apart of the circus," said Joker.

"Yes," said Trixie. "I was a circus acrobat."

"I used to love the circus," said Joker.

"Yeah, so did I," said Trixie. "I miss the circus."

"Oooo," said Harley. "Tell her about the story of what happened with you and your dad Mistah J."

"Hush up, Harley," said the Joker harshly. "What happened to you girl?"

"I quit the circus to go to high school so, could get into a good college," said Trixie. "But, I was always laughed at and teased. I never had a really had a family because I am an orphan, and I never really had any friends. Then I was embarrassed today and I had enough so I ran here." Trixie really didn't mean what she said about "not having a family" or "not having any friends." She had her adopted family and Scarlett, but Trixie was trying to get some sympathy.

"You poor, poor girl," said Harley Quinn in a sympathetic voice. "Oooo, Mistah J I have an idea. What if we adopted the girl, I mean we always wanted to expand our family."

"Harley," said Joker. "What...a...great idea. How 'bout it kiddo want to be apart of the Joker family?" Trixie didn't know what to say. I mean sure they're insane criminals and they belong in Arkham Asylum, but they'll be her permanent family. But, wait, they're criminals and they can't adopt legally. Trixie thought about it, and thought.

"Think about it," said Joker. "You'll be able to do anything you want. Harley and I will take care of you like an actual family would. You'll have everything you want and need, and you don't even have to ask. Everything will be yours. No one would ever make fun of you again. You'll be at home if you have me and Harley." It all sounded good to her. She'll have everything she wants and needs, no one will ever make fun of her again if a criminal couple adopts her. Her answer came to her.

"Yes," she said. "I'll join the family." Trixie didn't know where that came from. She was thinking no, but her lips said yes. She already had a family, but this may be a way to get what she most wants. Is this truly what her heart wants, or is she being too curious? Isn't there another way? But Trixie wasn't going to back out. She wants it and this is an opportunity. This is meant to happen. This is just to fix her very bad day.

"Yahtzee!" said Harley.

"Great!" said Joker. "Now, in order for people to know that you're apart of the family, you have to look like you're apart of the family."

"What do you mean?" asked Trixie.

"Kiddo, get in the car. We're going on a family road trip." answered the Joker.