AN: Hi lovelies! Please enjoy this chapter, I love writing from both Lucy's and Harley's POV, it's so fun! Thanks to Amelia-bella1 for following, favoriting, and reviewing and to Kira Sema for favoriting! Tell me what'cha think, and Happy Reading!

~Luna

Chapter 2

"So you must be this brilliant daughter I keep hearing about," Bruce Wayne smiled, crossing the kitchen to shake my hand. I took it, because there was no other option.

"Niece and yes," I corrected, dropping his hand to go put my orange juice on the table.

Aunt Marilyn was all fake smiles, trying to be the perfect homemaker. Her glances at me screamed bloody murder, a warning to behave. Those I took seriously, as Aunt Marilyn got scary when she was angry. She started stabbing things, the couch, the chair, the fridge. Usually I locked her in the garage until Uncle George came home. But she would also threaten to not let me see my mother on the days she visited and that was possibly the worst.

Uncle George initiated small talk with Mr Wayne until dinner was ready and we all sat down, my ten year old cousin completely in awe. The small talk continued, Mr Wayne eating up Aunt Marilyn's compliments. Dinner passed quickly, My cousin, Jay, and I were washing up the dishes while my aunt and uncle joined Mr Wayne outside.

"Do you think he's gonna give us like a billion dollars?" Jay asked.

I scoffed. "The Waynes don't do that. He's probably making sure that Uncle George isn't telling us company secrets."

Uncle George was what you would call loaded. He was on the board of directors for Wayne Enterprises, which was enough to buy the McMansion that we lived in. Aunt Marilyn wasn't stupid, for all her bleached blonde glory. She saw an opportunity to get out of the slums of Gotham and took it. She had her perfect life with her perfect grade school child. The only thing marring it was me, but I suppose she was hailed as a hero by the other members of the PTA for taking in her sister's troubled daughter. I didn't complain much about the excess money, I had the password to the bank account and just skimmed off the top every time I needed something for my latest project.

Once the washing up was done, I flopped down onto the couch in the living room and turned on the news. This specific channel seemed to be playing whatever the crime of Gotham was doing 24/7 and I found their schemes interesting. Jay came over later, playing with the robot I made him. It wasn't my best workmanship, but I was still proud of it.

Aunt Marilyn walked into the room, looking giddy, before glancing at the TV and frowned. The current story was about how Scarecrow, formerly Dr Jonathan Crane, had made another serum in addition to the fear toxin. This one was hailed as an immortality serum, designed to regress the user back to their teen years. Apparently it had worked a little too well on one of the Robins, regressing him back to infantry. I laughed at this, which caused Aunt Marilyn to have a shocked expression.

She picked up the remote. "Enough of that! Your father-"

"Uncle-" I corrected.

"It doesn't matter. He just got a promotion and I will not have any of this negativity in my household." She motioned to change the channel, but I stopped her as another story came on.

"Turn it up," I ordered, my eyes still glued to the screen. My aunt complied.

"In tonight's breaking news," the newscaster had to fight to keep his voice steady. "The Joker and several accomplices have robbed the First National Bank again. The tellers on duty have all been hit by Joker Venom, and are being rushed to the hospital as we speak. Now to Jana, who is on the scene."

The shot switched to who I assumed to be Jana, a very short woman looking incredibly business like despite the fact that the bank was burning behind her. I giggled at this.

"Thank you Bradley. As you can see, the First National Bank is up in flames, and neither the Joker nor his accomplices have exited the building yet, but Gotham PD is set up- oh my god! Are you getting this?!"

The camera panned to the front door, where the Joker and his accomplice, the crazy chick with the black and red color scheme, were standing outside the door of the bank, using doped up tellers as human shields. Goons poured out after them, machine guns at the ready. Jana and the nameless camera man moved closer, to right behind the police barrier. The camera zoomed in on the insane clown couple, where the Joker was laughing wildly. He was older than I expected him to be, nearly Uncle George's age who was about fifty.

"Puddin! Look there's cameras! Say cheese!" The accomplice shouted, holding up a gun to the camera man. She fired, and the entire screen went to static.

Aunt Marilyn huffed. "You see, Lucinda? This is why I wanted to change the channel. Nothing good comes from those two."

I ignored her pointed stare at me. "She sounded like Mama..." I muttered, trying to get the thought around my head.

"Oh hush," my aunt chided, turnoff off the TV. "Lots of people have that accent, it's from a neighborhood in the slums."

"Where you and Mama grew up?" I asked.

Aunt Marilyn looked shocked before spluttering an excuse, something about how it was a big neighborhood. I just shook my head. I knew Aunt Marilyn was from the same place, you could hear her accent come out when she was angry or frustrated. Or in one of her stab-happy moods.

I glanced back at the now blank TV screen. That woman was a mystery to me. She not only sounded like my mother, her eyes looked the exact same. That very specific shade of baby blue that I was told that only our family had, even though my own eyes were hazel. I needed to find out this woman's name.

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Battered and bruised from the night's job, Harley stumbled into the safe house, Bud and Lou on her heels. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed, but had things to do. Lucy's birthday was tomorrow and so was Harley's semi-annual visit. The woman pulled her bows out of her hair and tossed them into an open suitcase, before stepping out of her dress which was chucked into the suitcase as well. Her clothes for the next few days were already in there and so were most of the necessities.

Harley set about her usual tasks, making sure to give Bud and Lou an extra steak in case her Puddin forgot to feed them. He probably would. After her greasepaint was completely wiped off her face and she had normal people clothes on, she left the safe house with her suitcase, waving to the goons set up outside the front door.

"Miss Quinn, the Boss gave us orders-" one of them stated. Harley was sure he kept talking, but she didn't register another word.

Harley gave him a once over. A street thug, new by the way he couldn't quite get a comfortable grip on the machine gun. Practically half of the gang was like that, ever since B-man decided to pay them a little visit last week. Seventy men gone in a single night. Bats may have morals against killing, but he was sure okay with giving injuries that would kill them later.

"I'm off to Red's, boys!" She shouted, giving a little finger wave as she walked down the street.

Her baby was going to turn seventeen tomorrow. And Harley had decided that she needed a baby of her own. Harley patted the fat wad of cash in her pocket. It was going to be odd, actually buying something all legitimate and whatnot. But her baby was completely worth it.