Lucy walked back into the Wayne mansion, her hands covered in dried blood.
"Mom," she said throwing her bag across the room, her voice high-pitched, "I need a hug." When no response came she tried again, "Mom? Dad?"
"They abandoned you," the voice in her head said to her. "They never loved you, you're all alone in the world."
"Shut up! I am tired of you, what are you doing to me?"
"Haha, I am trying to help you. You have no one in this world except for yourself, and me. We are one in the same, I only want to help you," The voice spoke. "Trust me, Lucy. No one knows you like me; our bond will only grow stronger. There's no use fighting it, Lucy. You and me, we're going to be together forever." Lucy sat down on the couch, folding her arm over her eyes. "Now, burn the house down."
"Puddin', look, look!" Harley pointed at her phone. "Our house is on fire."
"I can see that, Harl. Why are you excited?"
"Who else do we know that would burn down? That something our baby would do. She has to be back there! She's there, I know it."
"Fine," Joker slipped on a purple leather jacket, popping the collar. "But I'm going to have a talk to her about just running away and not calling."
"That was nice," the voice chuckled, "I especially liked the part where you threw gasoline in the fireman's face and tosses him in the grass."
"Yeah, he tried to touch me." Lucy pulled off a marsh mellow off the rake she broke to cook. "You want one?" She turns to the man next to her, a dark hair man with a sharp jaw line and large eyes. "Wait? What? Who are you?"
"I'm you," The man spoke. His voice from her head was now outside her head, her eyes widen and she leaned away. "Aw, Lucy, don't be scared. I'm going to protect you," he leaned closer smiling with pointed teeth. "We're the same."
"Well," Lucy leaned back, "that's creepy."
"Oh, Lucy," the voice laughed, "this is going to be a lot of fun."