When we arrived at the hidden two-story house that we called home, I ran straight to my room and slammed the door. Why did that idiot have to pop up? Why could he have left me alone? These questions ran through my mind. Perhaps I actually hated him; my emotions were mixed, so I shoved them all away. A little peace and quiet was all I really needed. I closed my eyes and pictures different scenarios of where we met at my next crime. Some of them even involved parts where I pulled out my combat knife and he went down, holding the gash I had made. I smiled devilishly. Now that I thought about it, I really couldn't decide how I felt about him.
Daddy came in the room, holding a box. I looked at the box, then him, then the box again.
"What's that daddy?" I questioned. I tilted my head slightly to the side, my green eyes wide with wonder.
"This is your first tank of joker gas, sweetie." He said smiling. He actually looked very excited "Its time you knew how to create joker grins like mine. Not as wonderful as mine, of course." He winked and I rolled my eyes.
"How does it work?" He took my hand and led me to his office, which was in the garage, along with our green BMW. Daddy never let me go into his office, not even if it was important. He always said "My office is off limits. Do you hear me Susan Lee Ann Quinn?" I always nodded and went back to whatever I was doing. His office was wide and spacious, with playing cards scattered on the floor. All of them with Daddy's face on them. In the middle of the room, was a large chair that looked like it would be in a dentist's office. Only this one had a man strapped to it. I gazed at him studying him, his suit was dark and dirty with the bolded words BLACKGATE on the front of his jumpsuit. What the hell was blackgate?
"This is a blackgate prisoner, baby. You're going to use joker gas on him" Daddy's tone was evil and malevolent. I liked it. Maybe villainy was my true calling. Daddy laughed evilly and handed me the tank. I took the mouth piece and placed in over his mouth and nose. I watched as he struggled, trying to fight the green gas that filled up his nostrils and lungs. His mouth curved into a wide smile, just like Daddy's. Daddy placed 2 fingers on his neck, to check his pulse. He was dead. Not only did I commit my first crime, but my first murder as well. I smiled.
The phone rang and daddy rushed to answer it. He looked at me and spoke silently to the voice on the phone. After he hung up the phone, he explained we had another crime to do. I groaned, but luckily I was still dressed so I didn't have to get ready. He called mama and she cartwheeled her way into the room, we all climbed in the BMW and sped out to the new crime we were committing. We arrived at the Gotham City bank. It was empty, so we snuck our way in. Daddy placed an ear on the large safe in front of me. He grinned every time he heard a click, and Ma squeezed my hand. When the safe opened he urged us to grab as much money as we can before the cops showed up. I obeyed and grabbed handfuls of money stuffing it into any place that I could.
When I turned around, Robbie was there, with Batman. There he stood, the Dark Knight. I gaped in horror and panicked. I quickly grabbed my knife, and scowled. Robin tried to punch me, but I dodged and stabbed him in the stomach. I didn't knife him hard, but enough to make him double over in agony. I giggled and flipped over Batman, rushing to get to our car where mom and daddy were waiting.
"See ya later, Bats!" Daddy said as he laughed and placed the car in drive.
"Bye-bye B-man!" Mama said as she stuck her tongue out at him. We sped out, and a wave of relief came over me. A loud bang came from behind me. I stiffened and daddy cursed under his breath. I turned slowly only to see Batman on the tail of our car. He punched the window open and I shielded myself from the glass. He grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the car, I shrieked and tried to break free. I screamed for my parents to help me, but they weren't able to stop. Batman shoved me in his car, and I cried.
We arrived at this really large cave, where Batman placed me in a large cage. I panicked, and begged him to let me out. He shook his head and I shot him a nasty glare. He then proceeded to stab my finger quickly.
"Ow! What are you doing?!" I yelled at him. It really hurt, and I sucked on my finger trying to stop the searing pain.
"Taking a blood sample. I'm testing to see if you really are Joker's daughter. I have to make sure that you're not just some kid he kidnapped and claimed his own." He spoke calmly. It was as if he was made of pure steel. His character was impenetrable.
"Of course I'm his daughter! They taught me everything! Ma even showed a video of her giving birth to me! Which of course scarred me for life, but that's not the point!" I was aggravated. Why did he take me away from my parents? What was he going to do with me? "W-where are you taking me?" I asked.
"Well the reasonable thing to do is take you to Arkham. That's what I'm going to do." He looked at me, and then opened the cage. I begged him not to take me, told him what daddy said. He reassured me that I would be fine. What if the guards couldn't do anything? What if Killer Croc ate me? Daddy told me how huge he was. Mom said Aunt Ivy and Aunt Selina might be there. She told me Aunt Selina was really Catwoman. He led me to the giant monitor where it showed the results of the DNA test. It was 100% match between Joker and Harley Quinn. He nodded and led me to the car where I climbed in.
"What happened to the boy I stabbed? Is he okay?" I asked. I was curious to see how badly I hurt him, knowing what daddy does to his victims, I wondered if I was the same.
"He's in the hospital, but he'll be fine." He said reassuringly. I nodded and curled up in a ball. Arkham Asylum, Hell on earth as daddy put it. We arrived at the asylum where he shoved me inside. They scanned me for weapons, but I left my knife in the car. The ding let them know I was clean, and they gave me a red button up shirt and red pants. They both said ARKHAM. I felt scared, and pictured different scenarios of inmates beating me up. They led me to a small cell and opened the large steel door. The room was small, with a bed hanging on the wall. I took a deep breath and set my diary on the bed, and then sitting down with it. They closed the door, and I began to sob. I lay down on the bed and curled up in a fetal position. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
"Hey! Quinn! Get your ass up!" The guard shouted through the bars. I obeyed and got up, only looking at the floor. They led me to the cafeteria where all the inmates and super criminals were. I noticed and table where most of them were. Croc, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Mr. Freeze, and the Riddler were all there. I gasped and found an empty table at the corner of the room. I quickly rushed over and sat down, staring at the table. When I looked up, they were all staring at me. They motioned for me to come over, so I got up. I walked slowly, every step of the way I felt nervous. I sat down, and looked around. They were all smiling at me. Killer Croc was the first to speak.
"Hey there, I'm your Uncle Croc." He did his best to make a friendly face, but his glowing yellow eyes frightened me. Every one of them told me who they were; Uncle Freeze, Uncle Crane, Aunt Ivy, Aunt Selina, Uncle Nigma, they were all my villain family. I knew know I had protectors in here. And a group of people that would help me would one thing that they've all done: Break out of this awful place.