Thank you for all your condolences. So many great people have died this year and of course it had to take one of the greatest women I know. My aunts name was Hannelore, she survived WW2 in East Germany while the Russians tried to kill her and her family for seven years. She came to this country not speaking any English and now has more than 20 people to carry on her legacy. I would like to think that I put her in all of my main characters, her strength and love for everyone she met because she believed she wouldn't make it past 16 years of age. And I hope that I will become ¼ the woman she is.

Lucy thought back to the times when Harley spoke about the voices in her head. She smiled and nodded while Harley went on and on about what they told her to do, and how she made the decision to whether or not to listen to what they said. Lucy wished she asked Joker if he had the voices too, because what she was hearing…

The family eating brunch two booths down was completely unaware that the daughter of the most dangerous criminals in America were starring daggers in their backs.

"Kill them."

In that moment, Lucy begged her brain to go back to Bethany; to the happy girl who wanted to protect people. Being Bethany seemed so much easier than being Lucy. And for the first time since she became Lucy, there was hesitation.

"Kill them."

"No."

"Kill them, you'll be happier when their dead."

"Shut up!"

"Miss, would…you like the check?" Lucy looked to the waitress and nodded. "Wait." Lucy held up her hand and gestured for her to sit. The lady did, "I have a question."

"Uh…shoot."

"I have these voices in my head, and they're telling me to…eat a…pie. And I know I shouldn't because my… waistline would never forgive me. My parents…they want me to eat the pie, they encourage it, because they eat…a LOT of pie. And…I just…I'm conflicted, do I eat the pie or not?"

The woman pushed her curls out of her face and placed her pen in her pocket. "Well, in my experience the voices in your head are wrong. They told me to sleep with my ex, to not fight his wife I didn't know he had, and to this day I regret not bitch-slapping that whore on the spot. Screw those voices. Do what your heart says." Lucy cracked a smile, the first in a while. "Does that help?"

"Yes, thank you." Lucy handed twice what she owed and stood up.

"If you walk out without killing them you will never be happy."

Lucy walked out of the restaurant with her fingernails digging into the skin above her hip, so much so that she felt blood flow underneath her nails.

"Never again." She said confidently.

"Never is such an intense word. I would hate to see such talent wasted." Lucy looked up at the voice she had feared to hear. On the top of the roof was Harvey Dent, more commonly known as Two-Face. "How about you give your daddy a call for me?"

"Great, now this guy."