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Warning(s): Graphic depictions of violence (of a minor), Major character death (implied)
Summary: Except when it comes to Batman, her Puddin' doesn't like to play the same game for too long.
Puck
"Adopting" the circus baby was the fluffy white frosting on the arsenic wedding cake. Lent some authenticity to her and Mr. J's latest go at playing house. And boy did it drive Bats batty to deal with their little Robin Goodfellow. But as much fun as it was to have a bundle of joy, Harley never figured it would last long. Never figured she'd want it to. Until Mr. J got bored with it all.
"Time to put the brat out to pasture, eh Harls?"
Dick whimpered. Blood on the floor. Blood in his mouth. Blood staining his bright clothes and streaking his face with the tears and the snot. He was a mess of fear and trauma and bodily fluids, curled up on the cold, dirty cement of this week's hidey hole.
"Now, now. None of that, kiddo."
Her babies snarled and snapped their jaws, their chains clanking as the links went taut and slack and taut, while Mr. J brought the tire iron down on the ten-year-old again. And again. And again. Each time it landed with a fleshy thwack that knocked the breath out of Dick as a wet choke.
"You can't live with Mommy and Daddy forever."