Bethany made sure that when she had any freak out moment, or moments when she wanted to cry her heart out, Joker and Harley were nowhere in sight. She had to show them that she was "beginning to trust them".

Soon there was a pattern, Bethany would wake up, have breakfast with Harley while Joker was at work. During the day Bethany would help Harley pick out flowers, cakes, and colors for her wedding. Joker would join them for dinner and at night he would tell her of some of his schemes. Bethany found these the hardest to enjoy, since most of them involve the murder of innocent people.

Harley didn't notice Bethany's uncomfortableness at their talk, but Joker did.

"Bethany, do you not enjoy our stories?" Joker asked, tilting his head to the side.

"It is a bit…detailed." In truth, Bethany would have thrown up long ago if she hadn't been actively zoning out and focusing on other things.

"I'm sorry, baby. We can talk about other things." Harley put her hand on top of Bethany's. "Tell us about your school." Bethany waited for Joker to speak out that that was a bad idea, but he just smiled and leaned back in his chair.

Bethany didn't bother hiding her shocked face. For this whole week they had been talking about their past, never including Bethany in the topics. This made Bethany nervous, she knew they wouldn't like her choice of occupation. So, once more, she tried to be as vague as possible.

"Uh, it's…it's a good school. I'm a Forensics major with biological anthropology as a minor." Bethany's dream was to be an FBI agent, catch bad guys, save the day, it's what she has wanted to be since Job Day at her kindergarten school. Harley smiled and nodded, but Joker didn't just watch her mouth move like Harley, he listened, and he didn't like what he heard.

"Won't that make you a cop?" Joker narrowed his eyes but kept his smile. Harley shook her head.

"No, my baby can't be a cop. Bethany?" Harley looked generally hurt, as if it physically pained her.

"Not really a cop. An FBI agent." What Bethany hadn't planned on was this guilt feeling she had in the bottom of her stomach. She lowered her head in shame, not really understanding her own actions.

Joker laughed hysterically, leaning backwards and banging the table with his fist. Bethany looked to Harley to see her reaction. Harley put her hands together and picked at her nails, looking sad.

"Of course our daughter would be working with the cops." Joker cackled. "What luck." A knock came at the door that made Joker get up from the table. "That'll be Perry. Bethany, you may go to bed now." As Joker walked away he rubbed his jaw and chuckled. "A cop, my daughter. Ha."

Bethany looked at Harley and watched as she slowly stood up from the table, she wrapped her body with her arms and walked to her personal room. Bethany couldn't help but feel guilty. It was her words that caused this, and even though this woman had no right to have Bethany's sympathy; Bethany had an urge to apologize.

Harley sat down on her bed, and once she thought she was alone she let a few tears fall down her cheek. Her own daughter was the people who locked her up, beat her, spit at her, made fun of her. Her daughter, her beautiful baby Lucy, was going to be a monster.

"Harley?" Harley pushed her tears off and sniffled before turning around, to see Bethany cautiously at the doorway. "May I come in."

"Of course, honey."

Bethany sat down next to Harley and rubbed her legs a bit before speaking. "I'm…I'm sorry if you don't approve of my studies. But, it's all I've wanted to do. Ever since I was little." Bethany bit her lip at her choice of words.

"I know, you would go around the house with your hands formed as guns and shoot us. At first, we played along. But…" Harley got up and walked around her bed to the door and closed it. "But, one day, you told me you wanted to save the world…like Batman, like Superman. And, honey, you didn't know any better. But if your father had heard you say that he would have hit you. I took all the beatings from when you were a baby; for all the early mornings when you wouldn't sleep, or when you cried for me when I was working. But, you as you got older he became more physical with you. And…I was…I was afraid. I didn't want what happened to me happen to you." Harley sat back down next to Bethany and this time Bethany leaned into the hug. "I love you, so much. Even when we were apart, I loved you. I told you every night, I said it aloud. I thought about you every day. I didn't want you to leave. I'm sorry you were taken away from me. I love you so much, Bethany."

And Bethany opened her mouth, but shut it before she could say anything she would regret.

Thanks for reading. What do you think should happen next? Should we go back to the wedding? Should Vincent try and find Bethany? Should Bethany try to escape? Tell me and remember that I have a shit ton of classes with hours of homework, so be patient with me. Love y'all. :)