Author Note: I know a lot of people think that Harley;s dad left before she was born and stuff. But I think it is just as plausible that he ignored her growing up and that the rest of her family hated her. Instead of dealing with her daddy issues by dancing around a pole, she chose to become a mass murdering psycho. Hey it's good to have options, right? So anyways this is my take on her life growing up and what would happen if she ran into her family again. More chapters in the future.

"Hey Mista J, I thought we had reservations?" Harley said going along with the game. They were at the country club, hoping to get a meal along with some cash. Their current living conditions didn't exactly… offer the best nutrition. When Harley had opened the fridge, there had only been a dead mouse and some baking soda.

"Now Harley, when you're as famous as me, you don't need reservations." He called back to her as he walked to the middle of the room. He was adorned with several beautiful shiny guns, and she followed him with her own in hand. This room was familiar to her, as she used to come here with her family when she was a child.

She had been born into wealth. But had been the shame of the family because her mom had become pregnant with her before she was married to Harley's dad. When Harley was twelve, her parents started having other children, four more to be exact. They had ignored Harley, and her dad had never really talked to her. Let alone say I love you, and her mom had always told her she was worthless.

But that didn't matter anymore because she had a new daddy, lover, and partner in crime. Her life was perfect, and she wouldn't change it for anything.

"I heard the lobster was good." She bounced over to one of the tables and sampled the lobster. The person to whom it belonged was astounded, and only stared at her with wide eyes. "Bleh! Oh never mind. I guess I'll never like seafood. She walked back over to the Joker.

"Now now pumpkin pie. We have other business to attend to before we get our fill." He shot one bullet into the air and laughed when some of the people screamed. "Every one into the smoking lounge." And everyone got up and started moving. Harley loved his power and charisma. Just his reputation could make people do whatever he wanted them to.

It was the sexiest thing in the world to Harley, and she drank in his presence knowing it was all hers. Not all of the people could fit in the smoking lounge, so they were confused as what to do. The Joker rolled his eyes at the idiots.

"The rest of you sit down." He turned to the buffet adorned with all sorts of delicious things.

Harley bounced up to the beginning and grabbed two plates. He held his chin thoughtfully as he surveyed the food. He placed on scones, shrimp, and roles. Potatoes, crab legs, and the lobster. He pretty much took a bit of every thing, being sure to steer clear of the fruits and vegetables.

"Ah come on Puddin, just one apple? Please. For me?" she begged as she tried to balance all the food and bat her eyelashes.

"Oh that reminds me. He skipped over to a vat of pudding and glopped it on top of the pile. Right next to it was a basket of apples. Rollong his eyes, he reluctantly grabbed one and placed it on the pile as well.

They chose a table for two next to a large window where the sun was shining in. The two sat down and proceeded to eat the feast. Thirty minutes later, after much fighting over food and feeding of one another, the Joker took a bite of the apple. After the one bite he threw it at the crowd of people who watched with interest as the clown couple ate.

"You know Mista J, I think we should become members here." Harley said patting her stomach with a satisfied grin.

"I was thinking more in the blowing the place up category." He stood up and brushed himself off.

"What ever works for you." She cartwheeled over to the group of people who waited anxiously for their next move. Something caught her eye. It was a group of six people sitting towards the center of the larger group. She knew these people, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

It slowly dawned on her that she was some how related to these people. Then finally she realized she was staring at her parents and siblings. They obviously didn't recognize her, and if they did they didn't show it.

"Something the matter Harley?" She felt his cool gloved hand rest on her shoulder.

"No, not a thing Mista J." she went back to her old cheery self. Her neck strained to look to meet his gaze. They were an odd match, but went perfectly together.

"Good. Now of you people would be so kind as to hand over all you valuables." They gathered all the jewelry and cash, and made a quick escape to their car. Laughing all the way to their hideout.

But Harley was haunted by the ghosts of her past, and couldn't get her family out of her head. When they got home, the Joker went strait to work on his plans, and she went to the roof to think about her past.

It was morning, and Harley sat on the bed waiting for her puddin to wake up. A hand shot up and knocked her to the ground.

"How many times have I told you not to watch me sleep?" his eyes opened and watched her pick herself up of the floor.

"Sorry pudd… I mean Mista J." He smiled and reached a long arm to pull her to his side.

"I'm sorry little Harley." He said mockingly. He pinched her cheek as he held her close. This was not an intimate scene, this was one of power and control. He was just making sure she was knew her place.

He finally let her go after what seemed like ages of waiting as he stared into her eyes. He left her on the bed and tied his tie neatly around his neck.

"Puddin, I think I saw my family at the club yesterday." She said it in a small quiet voice. She knew better then to bother him with her problems, but this just seemed to big.

"What?" he stopped pulling on his coat and slowly turned around, his voice full of menace.

"You know, my parents, my siblings. But let me tell you, all I wanted to do was kill them." She said the words as if each was a delicious treat. The Joker's eyes softened a little as she finished her sentence. His mouth curled up into a smile and his eyes were full of fire.

"You wanted to see their brains on the walls?" He took a step toward her shrugging off his coat.

"Yes."

"And you wanted their blood to spill across the floor." He took another step and pulled off his tie.

"Yes."

"And you wanted to hack you parents to pieces and throw your siblings off the roof?" He was unbuttoning his shirt and pulling that off two.

"Yes, and I wanted to hear them scream and beg for mercy as I fed them to the hyenas." And then he was on her. They were both naked in a couple of seconds. And as he pumped in and out of her, she moaned with pleasure.

"Who is your one and only daddy?" He asked with ragged breath in her ear. He loved hearing her say it as she gave him complete control.

"You are."

"Say it louder."

"You are Daddy." She giggled, as he finally collapsed after cuming. She herself still was shaking with pleasure. He turned her head and kissed her on the mouth. She winced as her bit her lower lip.

"Never forget it." He broke the skin of her lip and blood trickled along her cheek. He got up with a satisfied smile and left the room after getting dressed. Though she felt very comfortable at the moment, she still couldn't stop thinking about her family. She had to see them, talk to them. Do something to make herself stop thinking about them. Maybe today's bank robbery and tussle with the dork knight and his bat brats would ease her mind. For now it would have to do. She sprang up and headed off to work.