AN: I feel bad about how long I made you guys wait for the last chapter, so have a new one! Also cliffhanger and Lucy's a little bit insane. Well actually, a lot insane. Let me know what you think and comments, compliments, critiques or questions. Thank you to everyone who's ever followed or reviewed. And of course, happy reading!
Chapter 7
Lucy's eyes were wild, jumping between Harley and Mr J. "You're a- you're the Joker! Mama did you know this?!"
Harley had never underestimated her daughter's brains, but this was uncanny. A quick glance at the Joker betrayed the little ticks that only Harley knew. He was going to snap soon. Just being normal in front of her sister had already been enough for him, oh why didn't Harley just nab Lucy from school?
She grabbed on to her lover's hand, letting him squeeze however tight he needed. She felt her bones constricting. "Baby, Ah think you're misunderstandin'-" Damn, her accent came out.
Lucy spun wildly towards Harley, picking up on this fact. "You're the insane clown lady. You shot that cameraman just two days ago."
Her daughter fumbled for her knife, eventually flicking it open. "Don't get near me! You're bad! You're terrible people..."
Mr J laughed, Harley could tell that the makeup around his hands was peeling as well. "Too kind, darling. Takes after her old man, eh Harls?"
"Mama..." Lucy had tears in her eyes as Marilyn and George ran into the room.
George had a shotgun brandished, Marilyn with the biggest knife in the block. Again, Harley's free hand wrapped around the gun in her waistband. She hoped it wouldn't come to pass, but her sister had to go if she interfered too much. But that would just make explaining things that much harder to Lucy.
George pumped the barrel, aiming at her Puddin's chest. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now."
"They're my parents... They're my parents," Lucy muttered before turning on her aunt and uncle. "And you! You didn't tell me! You didn't tell me anything."
Lucy's eyes were wild, a sight Harley knew all too well. One she's seen reflected in the Joker and again in the mirror. Her baby was meant for great things, being like them wasn't on that list.
"Of course they didn't!" Joker shouted, laughing between words. "Doesn't it just make you writhe, doesn't it make you angry?"
"Not helping," she muttered, her eyes constant trained on her daughter.
"No, yes, shut up!" Lucy shouted. "I don't know!"
"Lucinda, this is ridiculous!" Marilyn snapped, reaching for the girl, whose mouth was open in a silent scream.
Harley lunged at the same time, causing the teenager to fall and stumble. In slow motion, Harley watched Lucy trip and knock her back against the table, drawing the hand with the knife back against her cheek. There was a ripping sound and suddenly red was blossoming down her face. Lucy's cheek was split in two, curving up towards her cheekbone.
"You did this," Harley snarled.
In a fit of rage, Harley drew her gun, aiming and firing directly at her sister's head. A shot resounded, filling the house with the sound of gunfire. George had dropped to the floor, cradling his dead wife's head. Harley stood there, gun hand shaking while Lucy screamed in pain on the floor.
"Make an exit, Harls!" Her Puddin stated, guiding their conjoined hands towards the window.
He broke the brittle glass with a thrown chair, dragging the harlequin behind him towards the motorcycle. The neighbors were already awake and GCPD cars were rolling in. And... Shit. The Batsymbol was already up. The duo sped away from the community, hightailed by two cop cars.
Harley buried her face in Mr J's back, who was strangely quiet for once. She had killed her sister and caused her daughter to hurt herself in the process. The worst part of the night had to be when the clown couple was making their escape, Lucy's screams of pain had turned to mad giggles. The small girl had repeated the answer to her unanswered question earlier that night.
"Of course she knew, why wouldn't she know? Of course she knew..."
