And hour or so later, Rex's voice appeared outside the door.

"Just come on, okay! Harm is all broken and stuff and I don't know what to do!" He grunted, yanking on the door. Apparently it had locked. "Fuckin'… Wait, there's a key under the rock."

The door opened.

"I don't have time for this, Rex. It better be an…"

"Emergency?"

Who was that?

"Did she do this?!" The voice hissed.

"No, we came home to this. Have some faith, Bats. She's weird. She's twisted physically, but she isn't mentally as bad as me." Rex scolded.

Bats?

They walked up the stairs. I hadn't moved. I was singing still. I think it was something from Anastasia.

"Sheesh, haven't you moved an inch? Have you even breathed since I left?" Rex muttered.

"Harmony, what happened?" Batman knelt beside me.

"I had a date. He dropped me off. Then I walked here when I knew that Joker and everyone would just keep bugging me and teasing me about dating Robin." I explained, still lightheaded. "And the door was open, and they're gone."

"Who are they?" He asked gently.

"My dads."

His eyes grew soft.

"I should call the police." I didn't move from my spot. I thought that if I did, I would faint. "I… should have been here. Why was I over at their house? I had a home."

Batman pulled out a fancy looking phone. "Jim? It's me. It's important. A girl's parents were murdered."

Talking on the other end.

"No, Jim. I'm sending you pictures."

"You took pictures of my dead dads?!" I stood up.

"Harmony." He hushed me.

I collapsed back onto the floor. Who was I kidding? I didn't have the energy to fight him, much less care that he snapped a few photos. They were probably to help with an investigation anyway.

"Jim, get here right away."

The phone call ended.

"Rex, take Harmony home."

"I am home." I didn't object as Rex picked me up. "My stuffed rabbit is over there, see? Home. My dads are here. Home. Who hurt them?"

"I don't know, Harmony."

"Find them."

"I will."

"Robin?"

"He's finished for the night. Probably asleep."

"Tell him to cancel our date…"

Batman looked stunned for a second. "Why? He seemed to be looking forward to it. You fought for it."

"I'm broken." I laughed. "I'm so broken. I don't wanna fuck him up too."

I laughed and laughed. I giggled all the way to Rex's house and for a few hours afterward while Harley petted my head and whispered how it was going to be okay, she was gonna take care of me now because I was just as much her daughter as I was theirs and she loved me as much as she loved Rex and all the lies that she believed. I just giggled.

The funerals were open casket. I refused to have them any other way, because that's how Daddy had wanted. They found all his pieces and stuck them in a suit. Wally was a little more difficult because he was all curled up inside of the oven, but they figured it out. A lot of people didn't come because it was open casket. Joker, Harley, Rex and a few close family friends who could stomach it made it to the funeral. There was no priest. Just a showing and a trip to the cemetery. They were dressed in their best suits. They looked beautiful. I didn't cry.

Rex began to distract me with anything he could after that. Come meet this supervillain. Let's go here, do this, watch that, let's go, go, go. All so that I couldn't start thinking about them. Whenever I did, I would start giggling, and as few things as there were that got under Rex's skin, I think it unnerved him. He couldn't imagine a life without his parents.

Eventually, the giggling stopped. As did any form of laughter. I didn't smile. I stopped eating much more than what would keep me alive. I followed Rex, listless, looking like a zombie. Harley and Ivy tried to talk to me, but I would just shake my head. I didn't want to talk.

I started to go with Rex to fight people in the arena, but that didn't make me feel anything either. People fell left and right and nothing happened inside my chest. If I did feel something, I felt cold. Alone.

And I wasn't alone, of course. I had Harley and Joker and Rex and Ivy. They all seemed to care for me, even Joker. He began to look concerned when I would push food around my plate. Rex threatened to force feed me, but he never followed through.

Realtors notified me when the house sold. I got what I wanted out of the house, mostly clothes and some of Dad's jewelry. Everything else went into a storage unit that Harley insisted on, because I might want something someday. I did keep the key rock, though. It sat outside Ivy's bedroom on the floor, holding the copy of the house key. I never gave that back to the realtors. We fell into routine. I would wake, kick whichever one of Ivy's plants was trying to eat me, she would scold me but not really, then I would eat a piece of toast and follow Rex for the day. Then I would come back, eat about half of whatever was on the plate, sometimes, and then go fall asleep on mine and Ivy's bed.

And that was it.