Harley Quinn pulled her blonde hair into a high ponytail, slightly skewed to the left. She pulled her tank top down so part of purple bra showed. She cracked her knuckles and pushed the door of a bar open. The men in the room were immediately drawn to her pale skin and long legs. Harley jumped up to the bar, some drinks shattered to the floor. Harley looked around the bar from her new height. Her eyes settled on a short, fat man who was busy trying to scratch a part of his back he couldn't reach. With a small eye roll, Harley jumped off the bar, not before grabbing two bottles of the nearest alcohol and walking over to the man.

"Girl, you can't just-"

Harley went back to the bar and pressed her breasts to the bartender. In the middle of her chest was a wad of cash.

"Go on, take it." The bartender swallowed nervously. "I don't bite…that much." The man grabbed the cash quickly, as if she was a crocodile with its mouth open.

The men in the bar watched in surprised as Harley sat in front of, easily, the ugliest man in the bar.

"Howdy, cowboy." Harley spoke with a striking New York accent. "Let's have a drink." The only thing the man could do was nod.

In the opposite corner of the bar a man with a fedora on grabbed a toothpick and started to use it as two guys sat at the table next to him, starring at Harley Quinn.

"Man, out of all guys here. She chooses Charlie? The only touch of a woman he's had is his mother."

"That chick must be whack." The fedora lifted as green hair started to show. The red lips and pale skin identified as the infamous Joker.

"I wouldn't say that." It was meant as a warning, the two men didn't heed it.

"She has to be a whore that someone bought as a joke. I bet this, like, that show, Get Pranked, or-" Before the man could finish Joker stuck the toothpick in his neck. The man chocked and didn't have time to answer before slumping back in his chair, dead. Joker slid so that the alive man was stuck between himself and his dead friend.

"What's your name?"

"T…Tom."

"Tom, we're going to have a talk." Tom nodded, sweat trickling down his face. Joker sent one last look at Harley Quinn who was busy making Charlie take shot after shot. "Tell me everything you know about Jacob and Eveline Laurens' daughter."

The worst day of Bethany Laurens life started off as being one of the best.

Bethany woke up before her alarm clock, put some extra effort on her makeup and hair. She was prepared for her classes and her phone was fully charged with a text from her crush Vincent indicating he wanted to get coffee with her after class. The weather was perfect, with a glowing sun and a cool breeze. She saw the majority of her friends on the way to class and lastly, received a voicemail from her mother with the news that her father was 100% cancer free. Nothing could have made this day bad.

But, as we all know, when someone challenges the universe, they never win.

"Bethany," a chocked voice came from her phone.

"Aunt Anna, did you get the stomach flu from Jessie? You sound sick." Bethany pulled her keys out of her purse, moving her coffee to her other hand and twisting her keys with her fingers as she walked to her apartment.

"Bethany, you need to come home. There…there was a car accident."

The family of the drunk man who killed Jacob and Eveline Laurens stood in the back of the funeral home. They tried to sit, but were given dirty looks and decided it was best to not be seen. They, too, received a call that their son/brother was in a car accident. What they didn't tell them over the phone was that he was the cause.

"All three were killed instantly." That's what the doctors kept saying to the hysterical Bethany. "They felt no pain."

Bethany put her hair into a side braid for the funeral. She had never liked the hair style, her thick hair always made her feel like her head was constantly tilted. But she knew that she would never have to her hair like this again, for it would bring back the memories.

Many of Bethany's friends from high school had shown up, as well as her roommate, Kayla, and Vincent from college were in the second row, right in her line of sight.

"I have very few memories of my childhood before Jacob and Eveline adopted me. And I wouldn't want it any other way. They were the best parents anyone could ever hope for…"

Bethany had hugged so many people her dress was wrinkled by the end all things. She took a seat that was hidden behind a large plastic plant. Bethany pulled her legs up to her chest and pressed her head into her knees and cried.

Though the picture used for the funeral was recent, Anna could only see her older sister as a young, carefree, teenager who loved Van Halen and cigarettes. After Bethany spoke Anna walked up to the podium and read some pages from Eveline's diary from when she was in college. She picked the one where she had just met Jacob and thought he was weird and too into himself. Then she read their first date, then when they got married. She pulled out the dairy of when they decided to adopt a child. And lastly, the exert from the first day they got a baby girl, and how they named her Bethany.

"-I don't know how I could be any happier than this." Anna finished. The room was quiet except for a few sniffles. "Now, if you would please join us in the next room. Thank you so much for coming. God bless each of you."

Anna felt bad for leaving Bethany with the long line of people waiting to tell their own stories about her parents, but she had to take a minute. She pulled out a cigarette form her purse and lit it. Leaning her head against the wall Anna took a long drag.

"My condolences, Miss Laurens." The voice made Anna jump. In front of her stood Joker, dressed in a black, button down shirt with jeans. On his arm was Harley dressed in a skimpy black dress that look more fitted for a child than an adult. "We were…acquaintances of Jacob and Eveline." Anna laughed, mostly because Eveline would not go 20 yards near these crazy people. They were covered in tattoos and looked like they'd never seen the sun.

"I'm sorry." Anna regained her composer and pushed her judgement aside. "I'm Anna, Eveline's sister. How did you know them?" If Anna's eyes hadn't been filled with tears, or perhaps, if she hadn't been starring at the odd couples tattoos she would have noticed that the woman's nose looked identical to Bethany's or that the man's eyes were the same shape and color as Bethany's.

"They took our baby girl from us." Harley snarled. Anna suddenly became dizzy, she put a hand to the wall to steady herself. "We want her back." Anna started to back up but tripped and fell to the ground.

Joker knelt down and put his hand over her mouth. "You're going to go inside and get Bethany and bring her out to us, no fuse. Got it?" He pulled the frenzied woman to her feet.

"No…you're…you're crazy."

"Well, you're not wrong." Harley chimed in. "But, I mean, you could always not do it and lose your son. Josh, isn't it? He's a nice kid, real cute. He'll look even cuter in the trunk of my car."

"We don't want trouble, Anna. We just want to talk to Bethany, nothing more."

Anna nodded, tears spilling from her eyes.

"Now, don't go tattling on us in there. We'll know." Joker put a finger to his brain. Anna staggered back inside. Harley clapped giddily.

"I can't believe this is happening, puddin'! We're gonna see our baby girl!" Harley jumped, flinging her arms around Joker's neck. She kissed his check twice before dropping down. "Do you think she remembers us?"

"I guess we'll find out."