Chapter 8: Mother & Daughter Bonding Time

~Sweet Ophelia, Let Young Blood Escape, Vows that Break go Up, Up Away.~

~Sweet Ophelia, Zella Day - Kicker~

"Wake Up Zara!" Harley yelled in Zara's ear in bed. "Aahh! What the f-" Zara was interrupted by Harley slapping her. 'Really? Early in the morning?' Zara said to herself. "No swearin'!" She scolded her. Zara just gave her an annoyed look and rubbed her red cheek. "Anyway, after school we're having a 'Mother - Daughter day." She said excitingly. Zara only shot her a confused look. "Mistah J planned it all. So i'm going to pick you up from school and we'll drop by the house for you to get changed and then we'll paint the town red!" Harley said happily with her big cheery smile. "What? No way! I have, homework." Said Zara. Finding a way to het put of this. Zara stood up to walk to the bathroom, but Harley quickly kicked her in the stomach, causing Zara to fly across the room and smashing into the wall. "You will do this will me." Harley said with a frown crouching down to Zara who was curled up in a ball in pain. "Ok! So see you downstairs for breakfast! Meetcha' there!" She said and went back into her cheery and preppy self.

It took a while for Zara to recover, but she eventually got into her uniform and shows and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She was greeted with Oliver, David, Jay and John; like usual. Ate her breakfast and headed off to school. Harley drove her to school and also made her lunch; coincidently.

~At School~

After classes, most of the tome she would hang out with Admiress during lunch, and she was even her locker neighbour, so they would hang out a ton during their first few days as Freshmans in High school. The only class they really had together was Visual Art, so it seemed like they had many times seeing each other through the halls and the cafe through school. Music was next after her other classes, and she was kind of excited. They were practicing for audition the class band, and she was toed with one other person for the piano. She didn't practice much, but she felt pretty neutral about it.

"Gook luck. But just saying if I get the part, don't you come crying to me, okay? Uh, what's your name?" The girl asked. "Zara." She said with a little question but annoyed tone. The girl was wearing the same uniform, but it looked like it was a little to small and tight for her. Her backpack was deep magenta and gray and her shoes looked like really expensive Adidas shoes. She also had dark brown hair, tanned skin, brown eyes and looked like she put way to much makeup. Furthermore, she looked like she had her nails done way too much, and her phone seemed like it was about to fall put of her pants. "Sarenna." She said and walked away.

She simply brushed it off and listened to Sarenna's audition. She sang, a little off key and couldn't hit the high notes. And also missed some notes playing. Sarenna saw Zara smirking and got pretty pissed. Class ended and Zara didn't even get to audition. "Actually, Zara; you can audition, i'll just tell your teacher why your late." Ms. G said. "Okay..." Zara trailed off, dropping her backpack close to the piano and sat in the chair. From the corner of the entrance, Sarenna was listening and lingering close to the locker.

"I was thinking bout you, thinking me, thinking bout us, what we gonna be, open my eyes. It was only just a dream. So travel back down that road, when he comes back, no one knows. I realize then, it was only just a dream."

Zara sang. She was then shortly dismissed by Ms. G and headed to her next class. Sarenna then shoved her to the bathroom with Sarenna following her. "You better not get that place b****! Or else, you'll pay." She said evilly, crowding up on her space. "What do you mean? I just sang!" Zara stated angrily. "Look, i'm the most popular girl in the music program in Gotham High. And i'm only a Freshmen, and I intend to keep it that way." She said. "Well, guess what? I don't care, now I need to go to class." Zara said shoving her back, making her hit the wall behind her. "Well you should, because I know you. You're that missing girl who disappeared after that explosion in The GPD." She said walking towards her. "You let me run you and the school, plus give me the part and I won't let our 'little secret' out." Zara was filled with rage, but she was right. She wanted to keep a low profile this entire time. But only on the second day, someone had to notice. "Or, i'll tell the school. I know you're hiding something, and I'm going to figure it out. Freak." Sarenna said evilly. "Fine." Zara left and bathroom in total anger. She hated her and she needed to do something about it.

~After Classes~

After classes were finished, Harley picked up Zara from the entrance and they headed their way home to change into 'proper gear', as Harley put it. "Oh here! I bought your clothes while you were at school! Go and get ready, cause we're going somewhere special!" Yelled Harley excitedly as she handed her her new clothes and shoes. "I picked most of it out, but Mistah J picked out the coat. Okay, see ya in a hour!" She waved and walked out the door. "Wait, what are we doing?" She asked. Confused enough about what the plan was, Zara just did as she was told. She took a relaxing shower and threw her dirty laundry in a pile in the corner of her bathroom.

She changed into the outfit and surprised how good and badass she looked. It was a dress that had a regular crimson red baseball tee shirt, overtop of it was a black flared overall skirt that ended just right above her knees. It was all attached together and made an appearance as a dress. It was also paired with fishnet stockings with rips in the shins and ankles, a thigh high holster that hid underneath the dress, and leather ankle-high black combat boots. It had tight shoelaces, a chunky heel, but looked overall skinny on her feet. Furthermore, the leather trench coat The Joker 'picked out' was a deep purple colour, (almost as similar to his) black on the inside, large pockets everywhere and embroided in gold yarn was the words; 'Property of The Joker.' In large font. She straightened her hair and a large portion of her hair was parted to one side. For the first time in forever, she put makeup and lastly added a bunch of rings on her fingers.

She looked into her full length mirror and analyzed herself. She looked like a mix of Harley Quinn and The Joker. From the looks down to the outfit. She was slowly considering she was their daughter after all. "Ready?" Harley said barging through the door with a rather, decorative bat and mallet. She was wearing a gold, blue and red bomber jacket, with the words 'Property Of Joker Since 4Ever' a matching red and blue sequin hot pants, a baseball tee with words; 'Daddy's Little Monster'. The outfit was topped with ripped fishnet stockings, Adidas heeled platformed boots, a choker with the word 'Puddin' in gold letters, and her blue and cotton candy pink hair in pigtails. Her makeup was more smudged and messier then usual. "Woah! Zara you look just like one of us now! You look like The Joker and Harley Quinn's Daughter now! Mistah J's gonna be so proud! Do you like it?" She asked. "Well yeah, I guess." She said. "Great! Let's go downstairs for our first surprise!"

Harley said happily as he pulled Zara's wrist downstairs to the kitchen. When they entered, the place was covered in knives and guns, and more knives and more guns. Harley handed her a decorative purple gun with black and gold studs on it. "Wait, what am I suppose to do with this?" She asked in a little panic. "Put it, where your holster is, Duh!" She annoyed tone, while pointed at at head with a knife when she said 'Duh!'. Zara then put it on her holster and Harley kept handing her more weapons. After a while, Harley ended up teaching her where to put the guns and knives. "Oh, and one more thing." She said and handed her the wooden mallet that was covered in large black, red and white diamonds, with a skeleton smile on each flat side. "It was mine for a long time. Might as well pass on a family treasure." Harley said sincere. She gave her a warm smile. "Thanks..." Zara said amazed at the intricate designs and how light weight it was for a wooden mallet about half her size. "Come on, lets go have fun!" She said and Zara followed her to The Purple Lamborghini. The engine was loud and echoed through the garage to the end of the street as they drove through the bright lights in Gotham.

~At Some Alleyway~

"Here we are!" Harley said parking into a dark lit street. The ride was pretty far and the sun had gone down by now. The place was completely empty and she followed her up a dark alleyway, with only flickering light as their guardian. There were a bunch of men and woman who were dressed in leather suits and bling. "Harley! Its about time! Who's the pipsqueak followin' you?" The girl said. She was tall and her hair was bright red and short. She had a lip piercing and a ton of ear piercings as well. Her dark eyes narrowed at Zara. "Well Sierra, she is my daughter." She said laying her hands on Zara's shoulders. It felt kinda comforting to Zara in a way. The men in the corner had raised their brows and the group walked up to the two girls. Sierra walked back to her group of girls and huddled together, exchanging items in plastic bags and paper bags. The men approached them, looking down at them. "Look, we're not looking for anything exciting today, just pickin' up some packages for Mistah J." Harley said standing up to the guys. Zara nervously looked around her, fidgeting with her fingers. "Yeah, we'll give you the packages, for a night with you lovely ladies." The large man said eyeing Harley and Zara. Zara's heart was beating quickly with fear. Harley giggled flirtatiously. "Okay..." She said flattered. Zara fear quickly turned into rage. "What? You can't be serious!" Zara yelled. Harley just continued flirting with the man, ignoring Zara's comments. Zara would want to run away right now, but where would she run too? She doesn't know where she is, and it's pitch black out there, and she hates the dark.

"Just one little thing." Flirted Harley. "We're already The Property of The Joker." She said and swung her bat to the man's skull. His body fell to the ground; unconscious. "Hey we had a deal!" The man beside him said and threw himself at Harley. She quickly did a roadhouse kick to his chest, and then smacked his head with her bat a few times. The girls had stopped huddling and got into fighting positions as the group of guys did as well. "Come here!" Harley said as she grabbed Zara's wrist and pulled her beside her. "You know, how to fight?" She asked. "I don't know! No?!" She said frustrated. "I you don't just think about all the people who got you pissed off, and imagine them on your targets' faces." Was all Harley said as two gang members ran up to Harley and she took them down in less then thirty seconds. More men and woman charged to Harley as she took them sown in doubles, even triples! A large buff man threw himself at Zara and pinned her to the wall by her neck. "Your gonna be mine now!" He said tightening his grip on her neck. Struggling, Zara dropped the mallet Harley gave her and reached for a knife in her trench coat. She stabbed the man in the stomach hard as he dropped her from the pain. He then threw himself again at her and slammed her head against the wall. Her vision became fuzzy as she realized her was about to kiss her. In a fit of anger, she took her knife again and stabbed him in the neck and shoved him back. Blood pooled over her hands and knife as she pulled out her knife from his neck his lifeless body fell to the ground in a thud.

Anger had taken over Zara's body as she punched, kicked and cut a bunch of other gang members till there was no one left. Zara collapsed to the floor, tired; then suddenly the large man who first approached them had grabbed Zara's leg tightly and cut her leg with a blade. She screamed in pain and in instinct, she grabbed another knife from her coat and stabbed him till he stopped moving. She briefly moved away from the bodies and tears started to drop down her cheeks. She'd just murdered people. "Good job! That's my girl!" She said hugging Her. Zara became unresponsive and didn't move. Eventually, she came to her sense and felt numb on the inside. It felt like she didn't cry for what she did at all. "Wait hold on! I almost forgot!" As she walked over to one of the unconscious or dead gang members and picked up the plastic bag and paper bag. "Okay! Lets go!" She held out her hand for Zara. "Seriously?" She questioned. "Duh seriously!" And Zara held her hand till they got to the car.

~The Joker's Hideout~

It was late at night when they arrived, maybe even midnight. As they entered, they saw The Joker alone, shooting a shiny bronze gun at a wall. He stopped once he saw the two girls enter the living room. "We're home Puddin'!" Harley jumped around and wrapped her arms around The Joker as she kissed him. He kissed her back and asked for the packages. She pointed at Zara who was holding them and Zara walked up to The Joker and handed him the heavy packages. "Zara had her first kills! Can't you believe it!?" She said rejoicing. The Joker raised an eye brown and saw her hands splashed with a lot of blood. Zara looked down a little embarrassed but nervous. "That's my girl." He said mischievously and lifted up her chin to face him. His blue jeweled eyes reflected on her sapphire ones as she saw nothing but insanity in them. He smirked and patted her head gently. "Good job Harls," he kissed her. "And good job My Princess. Go to bed now. Tomorrow will be a busy day." He said as she reached the stairs in a limp. "Goodnight Hunnie!" Harley said waving. "I Had a great night with ya! We should do it again some time!" She said with her cheery attitude. "Yeah. We, we should." Zara stuttered. Her throat became dry and words didn't seem to fully leave her mouth. "Goodnight, My Princess." The Joker said staring her down to say it back. "G-Goodnight, Mom, Dad." She played along. She swallowed nervously, and quickly limped her way upstairs.

When she got to her room she picked out her pjs and locked herself in the bathroom for a while. She at on the floor, staring into space and replaying what she had done just a few hours ago. Some small part of her was afraid and realized she murdered some people, while the rest of her didn't feel remorse. She silently sobbed for a while when pain struck her shin. Her shin had a large open cut that reached from her ankle to half of her calf. The knife had also cut through the fishnets. She quickly removed her outfit and neatly folded it on the counter. She took a quick shower, patched up her wound then, changed into her pjs and headed off to bed. She looked into the mirror and saw herself change. She was more pale then last time, had some bruises on her cheek bones and jawline and her eyes seem to lost this small glint of happiness and sanity in them that are fading away. She sighed, shut off her lights and jumped into bed. "Just sleep it off Zara, sleep it off." She said to herself as she fell asleep.