Bethany barley made it past the street without being hit by a car. She immediately ran into the building across the street, brushing past confused people, and pushed her way up to the roof of the building. Bethany crawled to the edge and peered over to Joker and Harley's house, and now that she looked at it, it could be better described as…well, as a dump. The outside surely doesn't reflect the inside.

Making sure she could see the door she came through. No one had come out, which Bethany thought was weird. She expected them to immediately follow her and pick a direction to go and then Bethany could safely go the opposite direction. Could they know her plan? No, how could they, Bethany didn't even know the plan, she had made it up on the spot, still clutching the blood covered knife and frying pan.

A feeling of overwhelming tiredness flooded over her and she checked her surroundings before resting her head on her knees and closing her eyes.

In her dream she was at her wedding. She was sitting next to her husband; whose face she couldn't make out.

"Will the bride come forward to participate in the father-daughter dance." Bethany smiled and got up from her chair. Her dress flowed behind her, the soft fabric so very inviting to touch, but Bethany kept her hands at her side. She stood in the middle of the dance floor looking around for her father.

Music began to play and Jacob walked up to her with his hand out in front of him, like an invitation. Bethany took it, and they danced to a cheesy song, and they laughed at the way Eveline was crying, or how Aunt Anna was flirting with the best man.

As the song reached its climax Jacob was torn from Bethany's arms. "Now, you can't dance with a fake father on your wedding, sweetheart." Joker said plunging a knife into Jacob's throat. Bethany fell to the floor, her white dress now stained in blood. No one seemed to notice. "The song isn't over," Joker leaned over her and held out his hand, in the same fashion as Jacob did, "don't you think you should dance with your real father." Bethany looked towards Eveline, but instead she found Harley, wearing the same dress as Eveline and crying. She looked over to wear Aunt Anna was, but she was gone too. "Lucy." Joker's voice deepened, almost to a growl. Bethany stood and took his hand.

Bruce Wayne would never trust the Joker to tell the truth. So, he was especially confused when he showed up telling him that he was stuck with a sidekick that he wanted to get rid of.

"Just, if you see her, put her away." Joker explain calmly. "Another tally mark on your list and a pain in my neck gone away. Here's a picture." Joker pulled out a picture of a young girl, no older than 20, with a bright smile and bright blond hair. The total opposite look of a crazed maniac who'd be working with the Joker.

"I don't trust you." Wayne said.

"Fine, let a criminal run free in Gotham, you seem to like doing that now-a-days." Joker laughed at his own joke. "I kid, I kid. Just…if you see her."

"If I see her." Wayne agreed, still not completely convinced. After the Joker left Bruce had his camera check for the girl. He couldn't find her anywhere in a public place, inside or out. He updated the cameras to alert him if they got a facial recognition on the photo he scanned in of the girl.

Two hours later, Alfred alerted him that his cameras wouldn't stop beating and that he should turn it off right this second.

The girl was spotted running into traffic and into a local business building. She then was tracked to the roof where she looked around, as if searching for someone, then fell asleep.

Needless to say, Bruce was very confused. He put on his Batman mask for the second time that day and headed to capture the Joker's sidekick.

When Bruce got to the roof he felt a bit awkward, the girl was still asleep, clutching a bloodied knife and frying pan. Bruce walked forward slowly, trying not to make much noise as he leaned down and took the knife from her first.

The girl woke up as he was grabbing for the pan. In a panic she waked Bruce in the face with it. His ear rang for a few seconds, giving the girl time to stand.

"Oh, my Lord, I am so sorry. I didn't know who you were. You scared me." The girl lowered the pan to her side.

Bruce seized the opportunity and lunged at the young girl, grabbing the pan with one hand and her wrist with the other. In a smooth motion he had her handcuffed and sitting down in front of him.

"What are you doing?" The girl asked.

"My job. Get up." Bruce pulled violently on her arm, forcing her to stand. As they walked down the roof Bruce couldn't help but ask. "What did you do to Joker to make him turn you in?"

"Turn me in? Turn me in for what?" Bruce was getting tired of the 'I'm innocent' game. He had fallen for it too many times. "Joker wouldn't turn me in."

"He did. I'm guessing you were the one who helped them escape Arkham?"

"What? No. I want them to go back." Bruce stopped walking and pulled on the girl's shoulder, indicating for her to stop as well.

"I knew I couldn't trust him." Bruce said to himself. He unlocked the cuffs and slide them back into his utility belt. "I'm sorry, Joker told me you were a sidekick that he wanted to be put in jail." The girl shook her head.

"I knew it, everything he said, about being a family, it was all a lie. He didn't want me, as me. He wanted me to be like him, like a crazy, murdering, psychopath." If Bruce had one wish at this point in time, he would have wished to understand this situation, and frankly, it was making him extremely frustrated.

"What do you mean family."

The girl turned and looked at him, he could see the agony in her eyes as she spoke. "I'm the Joker and Harley Quinn's love child."

Oh, look at me go. Two in one day, go Claire! Okay, so I have a vision now where this is going and for something to look forward to…I'm bring Amanda Waller into the next chapter. If you don't know who that is it is the AMAZING Viola Davis in Suicide Squad. I'm super pumped and I hope y'all are too.