Joker's POV
"Jack, get to your room."
My mother whispered to me.
"Wha-"
The door slammed open and my father walked through. He came right up to my mother and began to beat her.
"You bitch! Fucking sleeping around for money like a damned whore! What's wrong with you?!"
He screamed at her. I winced as he kept hitting her. She got away, only for a moment.
"MARTHA!"
My father screamed at the top of his lungs as he went after her again. She ran to the kitchen, arming herself with a knife. She held it shakily as the tears poured from her eyes. I couldn't move, my father had knocked me to the ground and I couldn't get up. I couldn't move to save her... He took the knife to her, laughing loud and wildly as he sliced and stabbed her, blood splattering everywhere.
"Mother!"
I called almost silently to her. Her body slid down to the floor.
"Run...Jack"
She breathed before slumping over.
"Mother!"
I yelled. My father towered over me with a wicked smile.
I shot up in bed, gasping for air. I tried not to cry but I was already sobbing. I was drenched in sweat and my skin was burning. I felt a fragile hand on my shoulder. Out of fear I grabbed the wrist tightly and turned around. Harley cried out in pain and I slowly released her. I fell back onto the mattress and sighed, wiping my forehead clear of sweat. Harley stayed sitting up and I looked at her with guilt.
"Sorry."
I mumbled.
"You were talking in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?"
She asked calmly, not looking at me directly. I nodded. She lifted up the blanket and forced me to sit up.
"Harley, what are you doing?"
I questioned. She didn't respond as she got behind me and crossed her legs.
"Lean back."
She ordered. I was confused but did as she said.
"Now close your eyes and relax."
She said. I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath. She began to gently stroke my hair.
"Hushabye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep, my little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Dapples and Greys, Pintos and Bays
All the pretty little Horses
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Poor little baby cryin' Mamma
Birds and the butterflies
Flutter 'round his eyes
Poor little baby cryin' Mamma
Hushabye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep, my little baby
When you wake, you shall have,
All the pretty little horses
Dapples and Greys, Pintos and Bays
All the pretty little Horses"
She sang softly. It was soothing but sad all at once. She continued this over and over again until I fell asleep.
Harley's POV
Joker had seemingly fallen asleep and I looked over at the clock. 2:06 am. I gently slide out from under his resting head, careful not to wake him. I tip toed to the hall bathroom and turned on the light. I sighed, spotting the already purple mark where Joker had grabbed me. I took the hair ties out of my hair and tried to untangle as many knots as I could by just running my fingers through my hair. I flicked off the light and returned to the warm bed. I turned my back to Joker and fell asleep.