Starlight, Starbright
Because the rogues were children once too.
Disclaimer: You really think I own Batman? Cute.
Little Harley Quinzel wished that her father would come back. Her mother said that prison was a horrible place and she knew that her daddy was anything but a horrible person, so he didn't belong there with the horrible people to hurt him. He always tucked her in at night and brought her toys and candy when he returned from business trips, and made sure to treat her and her brother with trips to zoos, circuses, and amusement parks. He made her laugh and scared off the monsters in her closets. He wasn't a bad person. He couldn't be. She wouldn't believe it.
Little Eddie Nigma wished that his father would leave. The man had taken his mother with a flash of silver and she never stood a chance. Neither did her son. He never, never cheated. Couldn't bear to. Didn't need to. Regardless, his father refused to believe him. Eddie knew that it was jealousy. His father was unable to accept that maybe little Eddie was smarter than he was. Or maybe he was upset that his beloved wife had died to give life to the puny, cheating little shrimp that came too early. It didn't matter much to Eddie, because either way his drunken beast of a father always punished him with his fists.
Little Pam Isley wished for any kind of response from her parents. Mostly she wanted love, but she was willing to take whatever she could get. Any kind of emotion was better than nothing. She could handle anger or irritation. What she couldn't handle was the sheer lack of anything. It wasn't as if she were truly neglected, (at least not in the legal sense) as her parents cared for her well and bought her anything she could ever want. But they were too emotionally detatched to show her, or even each other, the other affection that everyone, especially children need. Little Pammy couldn't know how to love because she'd never been shown how.
Little Jonathan Crane wished for a lot of things, but above all he wished that maybe his mommy could love him. Just a little bit. All she ever did was cry and yell and glare. He really didn't mean to upset her, and he tried so hard not to. He always messed up in little ways, by calling her mommy instead of mother (I am not your mommy!), by picking her flowers (get those damn weeds out of my room!), by never being clean enough, no matter how often he showered (You filthy little bastard!). His grandmother was far worse, much crueler, but he mostly tried to avoid her. All he really wanted was for his mommy to hug him and kiss his forehead and love him like he loved her so that they could be happy together. Then one day she left for good and he stopped wishing for anything.