Story about The Joker's (Jared Leto version) prodigy, her POV.

Any suggestions at this point will help greatly.

-Jo x

Chapter One.

I lay on my huge dark canopy bed covered with lace and velvet ranging in a spectrum from purple to black. My room is mysterious, creepy almost, dark shrouded tapestries cover the ceiling and walls. No light enters except for a dim ornate vintage chandelier and a few black candles. The room is filled with old books, potions and mystical clutter. Light reflects of the many sliver and mirrored surfaces. Roses pinned upside down to my wall; which fragrances my room with the smell of beauty and death, apt for who I am. I'm surround by my hair, long dark cascading curls, draping over my purple velvet night gown with peaks of black lace and leather trimming here and there. Ivy always exclaims her astonishment to my beauty, I am always flattered. Calling my skin a wash of perfect pale porcelain, my eyes as deep and dark as my fathers soul lined with thick black butterfly lashes, my body long and curvy like a lengthened version of my gymnastic mother and the facial features of an angel; the Devils angel.

I wake from sleep with my book in my hand, from last nights previous entertainment. Daddy told me to stay in my room as he had business to do, Mummy preceded to lock me in. You would think that turning 18 would give me more freedom, but no. I could never ask for that due to who I am, or more, who my parents are. I here the lock of my door click open, ready for me to go to breakfast when I chose. I slink out of bed to my mirror to fix my hair and makeup for the day. Natural large curls down to my thighs, dark eyes, pale face and red lips with ombré black corners. I decided to eat before dressing. I pull on my long black lace dressing gown and float downstairs, following the hysterical laughter and bellowing television. The house built from an huge old circus theatre with many annexs meant for the past circus freaks, I laugh at the irony. It's still occupied by them.

"Hey baby! How's daddy's little queen of hearts!" His deep voice ponders with amusement.

"I'm fine Dad." I yawn not ready to enter into conversation.

"Where's that smile?" He growls pinching my cheeks, I give him my biggest grin and hum with humour.

"There she is! We wouldn't want our baby so serious! Would we Harl's?" He barks.

"No Puddin'!" Mum calls.

I give my father a big bear hug and check covertly he's not injured from last nights antics. He looks me deep in the eyes.

"Humm... What are you doing Raven?" He mumbles.

I know I've been caught "I love you." I whisper back. His eyes soften and his grin turns to a smirk.

"That's nice, you were checking if I am hurt?" He whispers back.

"Uhhuhh..." I look away. He extends his arm showing a deep cut under his shirt poorly bound with cloth.

"Daddy!" I squeal in horror. I pull him to the table to sit, getting the first aid kit. I disinfect my hands and his arm and start to lovingly stitch him up as neatly as possible. I hum Clare De Lune to keep my concentration. As I look up he's looking deeply at me, like he can see my soul.

"Sometimes it scares me how much you love me. But do you know what scares me more?" He mumbles. I shake my head.

"...how much I love you." He grins.

"Daddy, you aren't scared of anything. That's what make you, well, you. You just haven't been given the same graces everyone else feels entitled to. So it's a foreign feeling to you. But know that you are loved unconditionally and irrevocably." I muse making coffee. He stares into thin air for a while before clearing his throat, gives me a quick wink of acknowledgement and strides to find Mummy. I hear Mummy squeal and the thrashing of water, she must be in the tub. I hear the slam of the door and an almighty crash as he jumps into the water to join her. Loud giggles follow as I turn the TV up to full blast. I love how much they love each other... I just don't want to hear it. The news flicks on. There is Daddy, in a tux with his boys. He has all his paint on and my heart swells with pride. They talk about his unstoppable force and his ability to commit the biggest heist the country has seen, even the wretched Bat couldn't stop him. By the time Daddy and Mummy reenter the room, Daddy fully clothed and dripping wet and Mummy in a towel, I realise I have been bellowing in laughter. The news anchors are having an interview with the chief of police and talking about how they couldn't stop Daddy.

"Baby! You laughed so hard I thought you were being possessed!" Mummy squealed in worry and joy.

"Am I possessed... With pride!" I calm. Daddy joins me at the table and takes a swig of my coffee, watching the interview with me. We both giggle.

"Have you eaten?!" Mummy interrupts.

"No! Shh!" I shrug.

"I'll make you some pancakes!" She sighs.

"Same here please!" Daddy winks. He's dripping wet and the floor is soaked beneath his chair. I love how things like that don't bother him. His brain is too full for insignificant things. A while later Mummy slams a plate of green and purple pancakes on the table covered in maple syrup. This is her way of saying that she want attention.

"What Mum?" I sigh.

"You ignore me! You've already professed your love to your Father but I haven't even got a good morning! Also! I helped with that job!" She points wildly at the tv. "Just because I wasn't caught on cctv doesn't mean that I don't deserves some recognition!" She screams. I switch the tv off and kiss her on the cheek.

"Sit Mummy!" I order. She plonks down next to me.

"Thanks for the pancakes Mum! Delicious!" I wink. "And well done! But get caught on film next time..." I snigger at Daddy.

"Mista J? You appreciated it didn't you?" She whines.

"Of course I did, pretty." He says with his face full of pancakes.

"Good!" She melts in his gaze. "Raven, what are you doing today?" Mum ponders.

"Going for a ride on my Harley and shopping with Nettle." I explain. Nettle is Aunt Ivy's daughter.

"I'll be doing the same, minus the plant!" Daddy roars in laughter.

"Yuck Dad!" I poke my tongue out in disgust. I hit him on the shoulder and go to my room.