Okay Guy's...it isn't a mystery that I LOOOOVVEEE Mr. J and Harley Quinn...and I love them together as a couple more than I do than any other comic book couple in the world. Even more than I love Tony and Pepper...that being said, however, after just recently seeing Suicide Squad and falling in LOVE with Jared Leto's Joker...I NEEDED to write a fanfic about him. But as you all also know...I can't write fan-fics without an OC charrie in the mix. It just better helps me immerse myself in the story. Now before you all try and gauge my eyes out because we know the only gal for Mista J is his Pooh Harley Quinn...this will not be a Joker/OC pairing. This is still a Harley/Joker pairing with them basically raising MY OC character. That way everyone wins ;). So...please Read and Review...I have yet to decide if I will write the POV's of the other characters...but, it will probably happen anyway lol. So enjoy!

WARNINGS: Contains EXTREME violence and female character abuse. (Let's be real it's a Joker fic...you knew there would be violence)

Nova Lee

Chapter One

I was working on picking the lock to the pawn shop and grumbled annoyed as fucked that this old fucker hadn't upgraded his security to the digital stage. I knew they were harder to hack into, especially if they came from Wayne Tech…but I was rusty with my old lock pick and I was already pretty sure that I had been here for five minutes too long. Finally after ten more minutes I heard the tumblers click and the door slid open.

"Yes!" I smiled and slipped inside, closing the door behind me.

I didn't give a shit about all of the junk that was in here…I only wanted one thing and that was something my asshole father had pawned the other night. Heroin addiction was expensive and it had cost me a very special family heirloom that my granny had left for me. I'd be fucked if someone thought that they could have it for a couple dollars. I began searching through the shop but wasn't seeing it. My eyes started to burn with frustration and after about half an hour, I sat in frustration on the floor in front of the sales counter. It wasn't here…which meant that it had probably already sold. I buried my face in my knees briefly, thinking that I would actually have a moment to break down, but then I saw the bright headlights of a car and I quickly scurried behind the counter and pressed myself into a corner.

I heard the door to the shop open, but whoever came in didn't turn the lights on. So, that ruled out it being the owner of the shop…and there were no flashing red and blue lights…so I guess cops were out too…so…that just meant it was another group of thugs hoping to get some spending money. If I kept myself quiet and hidden…I'd doubt they'd even notice I was here. I would be able to get out and back to the slums that I called home.

"Huh…that's weird," I heard one of the guys say. "Boss, it's already been picked."

"Weeellll," a soft voice rung out. "That means we may not be alone in here boys…better fan out and find the straggler that thinks they are able to steal from a business in MY city."

"You got it J."

J…oh fuck…there was only one thug with that infamous initial…I was in the same shop as the Joker! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was going to die…part of me wondered if I should just remain hidden or try and make a run for it. Pressing myself further into the counter as I heard heavy footsteps ring throughout the shop…I closed my eyes as I heard an eerie little whistle start. It felt like the man knew EXACTLY where I was…like he could hear my heartbeat thumping loudly inside my chest.

"Round we go…" he sang. "The wooorld is spinning…When it stops…it's just…beginning…"

My heart was beating so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. I pressed my hand to my mouth in order to keep from crying out or whimpering out loud as I heard his footsteps get closer and closer. His nails tapped against the glass of the case I was hiding behind. And from the vibrations of his fingers tap, tap, tapping I knew he was RIGHT above me.

"Sun comes up…" he continued to sing. "We live and we crrrryy…"

He was coming around the counter

"Sun goes doooown…"

The footsteps were getting closer and I could feel my body shake violently.

"And then…we all….."

Everything grew quiet as his voice began to fade away and I breathed a soft sigh of relief.

"Die."

I screamed as I felt two hands yank me from my hiding place and pull me up. Mr. Joker gripped me by the forearms and slammed me into the back wall. I kicked and struggled, but I couldn't overpower him. And it was probably to no surprise…I wasn't exactly the tallest of girls…so I knew me standing at five foot two wasn't going to intimidate the Clown KING of Crime one bit.

"Please…don't kill me Mr. Joker…" I begged. "I…I didn't mean any offense…I just wanted…-"

He pressed his gun into my temple and I cried out, closing my eyes as tight as possible as the tears started to roll down my face. I fell silent and tried to pull myself together so I looked at little bit older than the clearly scared child I was, currently, portraying.

"Now, now, now, now," he said, his face a mere few inches from mine. "No tears sweetie pie…I'm not gonna kill ya…however…I can't let something like you stealing from me go unpunished. What's your name princess?"

"N-Nova Lee…" I whimpered.

"Noooovaa…it's different, I like it."

He patted my cheek hard, but till kept his gun aimed at my temple. I could feel the hot metal against my forehead and knew immediately that it had been fired recently. I winced and looked away, my body shuddering as the tears started again.

"Shhh…sh, sh, sh, now now now princess…what did I just say? No. More. Tears. Unless you want me to give you something to cry about."

His dark voice gave me chills, but I heeded his warning and swallowed my tears and released a final shuddered breath.

"That's a good girl…now…before I rightly punish you for stealing from one of my FINE establishments…tell me what you came in here looking for?"

"I…I didn't know you owned it Mr. J…" I squeaked. "I would never-

-Answer my question." he snapped.

"A…a necklace, sir…" I yelped. "It…it was mine and my…dad sold it to buy heroin…I just…I just wanted…it back…"

He watched me and I sniffled as those green eyes pierced into mine. Emotionless, intense, and terrifying. I literally felt like his gaze would kill me faster than the bullet. But to my great surprise, he holstered his gun and guided me to a back room. I was told that I had five minutes to dig through the stuff and get my necklace. Then I was instructed to run like Hell before the boss changed his mind. I didn't question it as I dug through boxes of other people's sins, throwing shit all over the floor, and then finally…I came across it. The heavy linked chain slid out of en envelope into my hand and putting it back around my neck, I walked out of the back room, keeping my head bowed.

"Uh uh uh…" Mr. Joker said, approaching me. "What do we say?"

"Th-thank you Mr. Joker…" I whimpered.

"Mm…if you break into another of my places…" he growled. "You WON'T be thanking me. Got it?"

"Yessir…" I squeaked.

It was only then that I realized he had a grip on my forearm. When he finally let me go I could hear him counting down loudly…meaning I only had sixty seconds now to get as far from the pawn shop as possible. I took that as my cue and raced out of the shop, quickly hopping a chain linked fence into an alley and running as far as I could to get the fuck out of lower Gotham and back into my bedroom before my father noticed I was gone again.

I ran until my lungs burned and I nearly threw up a couple times…but the adrenaline had me moving at such a pace that I couldn't even think about it. I climbed up the fire escape to the fourth floor of our apartment building and slid into my tiny bedroom. I slid down to the hardwood floor of the room and held the necklace in my hand to look at it. Tears filled my eyes as I squeezed it in my fist.

"Fuck…"I whimpered. "I'm sorry granny…I promise…I'll never take it off again."

Crawling over to the dirty mattress that was left in my room, I curled up in a corner of it (one that wasn't soaked from rain water leaking onto it) and did my best to go to sleep and forget today had ever happened. Sometimes that was easier said than done, though.

I hadn't been asleep for very long when the door to my bedroom burst open and I saw my father standing in the middle of the archway panting heavily. I sat up and quickly shuffled off my bed into the wall.

"D-Daddy….-

-WHERE IS IT!?" he screamed. "WHERE IS IT YOU FUCKING WHORE!?"

-w-where is what?"

"MY STASH!"

He screamed in my face, spit getting onto my cheek and I screamed as he yanked me up by my hair and threw me into the wall. I felt my head knock against the window pane and I cried out as the room flashed white for a moment and everything just started vibrating right before my eyes.

"I…don't…have it…" I cried out. "I swear!"

"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!"

He yanked me up again and slammed me back into the wall. I could taste blood as I bit down on my lip when I made impact with the wall and gasped as the picture that I had hanging above my head fell sending shards of glass across the wooden floor at me in little crystal splinters.

"I DIDN'T!" I screamed. "PLEASE LEAVE!"

But I knew he was too far gone…withdrawal must really be hard right now for him to need a hit this bad and that's when I realized something….I still had on Granny's necklace from my late night run in with the Joker. And my blood ran cold as I was sure my dad realized this.

"You no good little BITCH!"

He yanked the chain around my neck, pulling to towards my back and consequently cutting off my airway. My feet kicked and kicked against him and I used what little strength I had left to claw his arm. But it did nothing, and just when I thought it was all gonna be over. My dad thrust me towards the window and I crashed through it onto the metal fire escape.

I could feel the glass cutting into me, as well as the warm blood sliding down my arm and head. I knew that it was all over at this point…my father was going to leave me to die here…and as if to add insult to my injuries…I felt my necklace being roughly pulled from my body and listened as his heavy footsteps led out of my room. I whimpered and decided that if I was going to die…I wasn't going to die in this retched room. Even if it meant dying in a filthy alley…at least then I would die staring up at the stars…

So with what little energy I had left…I used my arms to pull my body down the three flights of metal stairs that led out of my bedroom. I thought I tried to call for help a couple times, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was blood and a soft whimper. I could barely think beyond the pain that I was feeling. When I finally reached the cold asphalt…wet with rain…or maybe it was my blood…I turned to lay on my back and watched the inky black sky above me.

There were no stars. The sky was just black…black and polluted…like Gotham City and for some reason I found that funny and ironic. So...I laughed...I laughed until I began wheezing softly as my breathing started to become more labored…and then I…just waited for the inevitable…and right when I thought I was going to reach my end…that's when I heard it… a familiar song…

"Round we go…The wooorld is spinning…When it stops…it's just…beginning…Sun comes up…We live and we crrrryy…Sun goes doooown…And then…we all…..die."

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