AN: So I haven't updated in a forever and a day, but here! I think you guys will actually like this chapter, even though there's no Batfamily or Crane. Its one of my favorite chapters I've written so far and I hope you all think the same. Thanks to everyone who stuck around and to everyone that is new. Please review to let me know what you think. Happy reading!

Chapter 6

They had destroyed the flat. Her babies were currently hiding somewhere downstairs, with the goons. No one dared to come up to investigate what was going on, they all knew that this altercation was one that was best left to blow over. Harley currently had a gun to her Mr J's head while he held a match next to an open fuse of a bomb.

A typical Friday, really.

"Don't lie to me Harleen, I saw you yesterday. With the girl," Joker snarled, only causing Harley to unlock the safety on her gun.

"You aren't suppose'ta know about her!" She could pull the trigger. Anything to keep her baby safe. Even her own death.

Me J let out one of his darker laughs, the one where he seems to be choking on air. "You thought you could hide her from me?! Really Harls, you know better! Now whose is she? Cobblepot's? Freeze's?"

Harley lowered the gun, more hurt than anything. "Puddin'... You thought I cheated on you?"

"You left for a year!" He seemed to be broken. Like he actually felt something. That's what scared Harley the most as Joker didn't know what to do with feelings.

The clown prince of crime began to pace, match left smoldering on the counter. "Oh it's Nygma's isn't it?! That conniving little bastard." He paused to laugh. "Oh when he finds one of his own riddle boxes turned on him. Solve that, Riddle Man!"

"PUDDIN'!" Harley shouted, she had enough of her lover's stark ravings. The fact that he thought that she would cheat was just too much. "She's not anyone's..."

The Joker froze in place, arms outstretched in a way that might have been comical. The same comical way when Bud and Lou mauled someone. The harlequin could see tense veins in his forehead, daring to break his paper colored skin.

Very quietly, she chose her next words carefully. "She's yours. Ours. I left because I was pregnant with her, our-your work was too important to have a baby."

Harley watched Mr J's face for any notion of ill will. She already had a plan forming as one delicate hand wrapped around the hilt of a gun in her waistband. As much as it would hurt, she would have to kill Puddin' if he decided that Lucy had to go. Then maybe escape to Central City, there was a good science lab there that she would appreciate. But first, the goons, the guns, and Mr J had to go if he reacted badly.

At first, there wasn't much emotion. And then he began to laugh. He laughed so long it seemed the man couldn't even breathe anymore. And then, when tears were streaming out of his eyes, he spoke.

"Mine! She's mine!" He wiped one side of his face. "Well Harls, what are we waiting here for? I've got a daughter to meet."

•••

We were kept late in the principal's office, with him yelling about our "distasteful behavior" and our "horrible conduct". Surprisingly, he did not mention any of us being supervillains, age regressed or not. We were kept an hour after school ended, but only after our dear principal had noticed that we weren't paying attention.

Jonathan and Damien were picked up by Jason Todd, who proceeded to (unsuccessfully) high five the former delinquent and reprimand the latter punk. The man just gave me a cold glare, to which I ignored in the form of completing a back hand walkover.

After the Wayne gaggle had left, I checked my phone for the time. Five thirty...

I decided to catch the bus. Despite coming from a rich family and having my driver's license, I still did not own any form of transportation. It was probably due to my behavioral issues. Or the fact that my aunt might be a little psychotic. Most likely the latter.

City buses always smelled like old shoes and stale bread. Cracked leather seats only reinforced the notion that Gotham was possibly the worst city in America. And the people were just another point of interest. Everyone looked like they could mug you at any moment and I wouldn't put it past a good 3/4 of the bus. Once I was certain I saw The Riddler get off a bus I was about to board for school. Needless to say, I was "sick" that particular day.

The two hour bus ride went smoothly, much to my surprise. There weren't any muggings or creepy advances from probable kidnappers. All in all, a strange day. I was let off right in front of the gates to my aunt's community. Hopping the fence was a simple task, it would have been easier if the guard was asleep like he usually was. But no matter, it was like an extra challenge.

The one thing I enjoyed about living in a gated community is the walks from the gate. The lights of Gotham are far enough to where you can see the stars,but the trees have fairy lights strung throughout the branches. The small lake is picturesque, surrounded by a green park. The lone boathouse is something out of a TV show, with rowboats tied to the docks, bobbing in time with the waves. Absolutely gorgeous, it made the walk home almost worth it.

When I arrived at the house, a motorcycle was parked outside. I eyes it warily as neither my aunt nor my uncle were subject to know anyone that interesting. Maybe it belonged to a board member's child? Thinking nothing of it, I walked up to the front door. Another surprise, it was unlocked. As a precaution, I opened my pocket knife and held it in front of me. A heavier weapon would be inside, had something terrible happened.

"Aunt Marilyn?" I called.

"In here," she replied, her voice strained, but otherwise alright.

My knife was kept out as a safety measure but I was thankful that there wasn't a burglary. Explaining to the police how the burglars got several highly reactive and highly illegal bombs would be a trip into the city I didn't want.

I walked into the kitchen, setting my bag on a barstool. "You probably got a call from the school..."

"Yes I did," a fake smile was fighting to stay in place on Aunt Marilyn's face. But her eyes weren't filled with anger, rather she looked more terrified.

Perplexed I turned to Uncle George, who was sweating like a pig. He greeted me with another nervous smile. "Lucinda, why don't you greet our guests? They're in the dining room."

"Alright..." I replied, making my way to the said room.

The red walled room was only used for special guests. A grand oak table spanned most of the room, but I only saw two seats-the head and one to the side- being occupied. One was by a very pale man with a shock of brown hair that had to be dyed. The other was-

"Mama?" I whispered. It was Visitation Day but she was here.

Hearing me, she got up and enveloped me in a hug. She smelled strangely, of smoke and her usual flower perfume. But she was still here and real. And not leaving.

"Hi baby," she said, breaking the hug.

"You said you were leaving?" I asked.

Mama waved a dismissive hand. "Things happen, people go places..."

Mama kept on explaining but I zoned out as the pale man stood up. He dwarfed Mama and by extent, was practically a giant compared to my height. His face was unnaturally long and there was something odd about the corners of his mouth, how occasionally they wanted to twitch up. A glance at his eyes showed that his irises and pupils were unnaturally small, a side effect of prolonged exposure to Joker Venom. He stared directly back at me as if he couldn't believe I was real.

"Oh! Baby, you'll be so excited," Mama stopped mid sentence.

She crossed from me to the pale man, hands fluttering around his chest. "This is your father."

"Hello Lucinda," he said calmly, but his voice, it was exactly like the Joker's.

Did you all enjoy it? ;D Joker's more human looking version is based off the looks of Mr Border from the New 52's Batman: Endgame comic!