Hey guys

I know I haven't wrote any new stories for these guys in a while but I have been MEGA busy with college and work

So I hope you like and please review

Harley was sat in her cell quietly humming and chewing gum while playing with a plushie clown doll. A photo of The Joker and another of her "Babies" were on the window ledge.

Ivy was laying on her bed quietly reading a book on "The Evolution of Nature" with a warm smile. She was enjoying the peace from Harley and was making the most of the situation.

Suddenly a loud slam was heard and footsteps were heard walking down the hallway. They were fast and there was more than one due to the varied sounds.

It couldn't have been the guards because everyone had been well behaved this morning; It couldn't have been the staff because lunch was not that long passed. It was a mystery to all of them.

Eventually Dr Leland appeared with 3 other people; they were civilians and NOT medical staff which raised questions.

Harley looked up and gasped; a look of shock and hurt spread across her face. She went quit and bowed her head but spoke not a word.

Dr Leland took a deep breath and then said in a stern yet understanding tone "Harley your family has come to pay a visit". Her eyes were filled with guilt and pity; she knew Harley didn't like talking to some of her family for personal reasons.

"FAMILY?!" Ivy cried in shock. She bolted up from her bed quickly; she had always been curious about them but whenever she asked Harley about it she closed off and went all quiet.

After failing to gain information from her friend she asked her "Lover". The Joker himself when asked about it; His expression became cold and angry and his eyes were filled with rage/hate. He had then told her "Don't delve too deep into Harley; her past is something from nightmares".

Harley glared at Dr. Leland and then spat angrily "I don't have a family; I have pathetic abusive wastes of space" she said coldly.

Ivy said nothing but could sense the pain and anger Harley was feeling. She was trying hard not to cry and Ivy could see she was suffering.

Mrs Monica Quinzelle was a fairly lovely looking woman; she was in her late forties. Her hair was a chestnut brown colour and tied into a tight topknot bun. She was wearing a greyish blue suit and black heels. Her eyes were hazel coloured and her breasts were rather big (35 D) to be exact. She gave off the aura of a dictating politician; despite being in the modelling business as a manager.

"How dare you speak that way to us; If anything we should be angry. You threw away a promising career to become the sidekick to the worst criminal in the world" Mrs Quinzelle spat.

"We raised you to become GREAT; we sacrificed EVERYTHING to make sure you had a good career and you BETRAYED us and RUINED your life" Mr Quinzelle raged.

Mr Richard Quinzelle was a beefy man who was rather tall; in his early fifties. He had light brown hair with a couple of grey hairs. His eyes were blue; which meant Harley had inherited this from him. He was wearing a dark blue suit and dark shoes; with a striped pattern. He was the head of a pharmaceutical company that created and traded important drugs for people to help cure illness and disease.

"Yeah right! You're a hardcore alcoholic and a cheater; Dad's no saint either you FUCKING MOB BOSS!" Harley shrieked angrily. Her father's past had deeply scarred her and she would never forget it. She then turned around crossly and folded her arms. She would NOT look at them; nor would she speak another word to them. Never in her life would she forgive them for her traumatic childhood.

The pair went quiet and a look of shame/rage spread across their faces. They were ashamed of their pasts but hoped their children would make a difference; obviously they were wrong.

"As soon as your rehabilitated we're taking control; You need a SERIOUS attitude and psychological adjustment!" Mrs Quinzelle snapped and then stormed off to which her father followed.

Dr Leland sighed sadly feeling somewhat responsible; she then turned to Ivy and nodded kindly. She then followed Mr and Mrs Quinzelle hurriedly; wanting to sort out their meeting.

After Dr. Leland left a sigh was heard from the shadows in the hallway. More footsteps were head but were slower and more steady. Ivy peered down the hall and was stunned when she eventually caught sight of them.

Suddenly a young girl in her early 30's appeared. She was wearing a pale pink blouse and pencil skirt with black heels; She had shoulder length wavy light brown hair and blue eyes. Her expression was pained and yet loving which was different from the parents.

"Hey sis" The girl said quietly.

Harley lifted her head sadly but her expression softened and a sad smile spread across her face. "Hey" she said quietly; Her sister was the one person she could never hate.

"Harls are you gonna introduce me at some point?" Ivy asked curiously. She was very interested in meeting at least ONE of Harley's family members.

Harley cleared her throat and then smiled "Sis meet my best friend Ivy; she's a bit short tempered sometimes but she's the sweetest best friend I ever had" she said kindly.

The girl smiled kindly "My name is Melissa Anne Quinzelle; I'm Harley's younger sister" she said politely.

Ivy smiled "Pleasure to meet you; My name is Pamela Isley but you can call me Poison Ivy" she said politely with a cheeky tone. She liked this new family member; she was better mannered and cuter.

"I'm glad Harley has made a real friend; she was always lonely when she was working at Arkham. I recall she said she felt that her other co-workers apart from Leland gave her dirty looks and spread rumours" Melissa explained.

"MELISSA!"A loud voice cried suddenly. It was their father calling after her; he sounded impatient and angry.

Melissa sighed heavily and turned to Harley "It was nice seeing you sis; I'll come back again sometime but on my own" she said gently. With that she turned and left and nodded kindly at Ivy before leaving.

Harley's expression became genuinely sad when her sister left and tears threatened to fall but she kept them back. She had always cared more about Melissa than her parents; because she had never hurt her and always been loyal.

After she left Ivy peered at Harley with a sympathetic look. She didn't envy Harley and hated seeing her so miserable "You ok Harls?" she asked gently.

Harley nodded quietly and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand "Yeah Red. I just need some alone time right now; maybe take a nap" she said coldly. With that she walked over to her bed and collapsed on it making the bed creak.

She then curled up in a ball and hugged her plushie clown doll tightly. She then began trembling and faint sobs could be heard from her cell; It was clear she was crying but trying to keep quiet about it.

Ivy watched her with a pained expression and her heart ached with sadness. She wished she could help Harley but knew she wanted to be alone right now. "I'm sorry Harley" she whispered quietly.