Writing at night never really sounds like a good idea unless you suddenly have some random spark of inspiration. Well this isn't exactly one of those times but I think I can make it work regardless so fuck it here we go.
There once was a girl named was dower at a young age. She didn't have many friends and those she did have weren't exactly the most reputable of characters. No sense of respect and hell didn't really care about one another. So in a way they weren't really friends, they were more like acquaintances. Anyway being a straight a student she wasn't engaged in the social contract of society. Her looks weren't giving her any favors either. Short with glasses and braces but the industrial kind to fix the jaw line. You see where I'm going with this. All she was determined to do was to get out of school and go off to college so she can make something of herself.
Her parents were a annoying bunch of irresponsible fuckups. The father was in prison for grand theft auto and endangerment of his children not to mention abusive to his wife from time to time. The mother drank and smoked away here problems, not wanting to face reality much anymore. Little Harley wasn't given a role model to look up to. She had to grow up at a age where one should being able to act like a child but no we all don't have such luxury.
She found it hard to laugh for a long time when she was busy trying to build a life beyond her troubled past. The feeling of validation from others was established due to a lack of it from her parents. She has scars on her wrists to show for it that tell stories she never told anyone. Well sometimes it's good to let people in so you can receive the support you need. All she wanted was for someone to listen to her, someone to actually care for her, someone to make her laugh again,but most of all;someone to love her.
Jay, well not much is remembered from his point of view. All there is to tell are from lies and mocked tales of his upbringing. He was just a boy wanted to make the world smile from his antics. Suffered from the cruelness of his environmental growth. He had a destructive path in his record. Local psychologists would test him from his young age to now under very different circumstances. Jay would smile with little words said. This was all a game to him. From throwing cyanide pies at widowers to setting fires in fire stations he just wanted to have fun. He knew no one would understand him. Many screamed and a couple were killed by collateral. That was the price that was paid to have a good laugh. The police weren't doing much by sending Jay to Juve, he would just start riots we the inmates. He always end loved a divine audience. They kept him in holding to the point where they had to let him go for insufficient evidence of certain crimes. He became more subtle in assorted affairs throughout his adolescence. Doing drugs and shipping guns were fun but he wasn't finding the thrill anymore to the cause. He felt lonely before his transformation. Before he claimed to not needing anybody. He was a solo act. At first that would work in his favor against a future enemy but eventually even clowns such asourselves always want someone to share a laugh with.