~Go ahead and cry little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

I didn't cry when you left at first

But now that you're dead it hurts

This time I gotta know

Where did my daddy go?~

Grass poked through the cracks of the pavement as she walked down the avenue back to her house.

Used syringes and cigarette butts also crisscrossed the footpath in lazy patterns.

But the child ignored this, her feet skipping in between shards of shattered glass. Mama had never liked her walking home by herself in the Narrows, but Papa had never really cared. Normally Daphne would be walking with her but she'd gone to a sleepover with a friend.

Daphne had always been the outgoing twin, and yet Daphne was her only friend in the world, except for Mama and Mister Buttons. Of course, that's who she was walking home with today.

The little girl clutched the toy rabbit to her chest. She'd always have Mister Buttons. And she'd always have Mama.

Mama had promised her.

But Mama had also told her that when her wings came through that the Faeries would take her away, they would take her little girl away.

She said this when she crawled into bed with her at night, eyes shrink wrapped in tears, and she'd weep and stroke her hair. "Oh my girl, my little faerie, they'll take you away from me, they will, they will..."

It made her scared.

She wouldn't let the faeries take her away. She loved her Mama.

Her fingers brushed her cheek. Mama had painted her face red white and blue like the clowns she used to work with, when she was part of the show at Haly's Circus. That had been before she and Daphne had been born though. But she seemed to share her Mama's affinity for clowns, she loved how they smiled and laughed all the time.

She stopped in front of a filthy one story house, one that looked almost condemned. She didn't care though. It was home.

She climbed over the wire fence and skipped towards the decrepit patio. She paused at the door. There was yelling and the sounds of things smashing inside. Her breath caught in her throat.

Papa never came out of his studio at this time of day. And she wasn't in the cupboard yet. She didn't know what to do, stay on the patio until it was over or go inside. A few minutes of pondering decided it, she very well couldn't leave her Mama with no one to protect her.

So tentatively her hands grasped the almost broken gold door knob and she entered the house.

It was the worst decision of the little girl's life.

/

As she crept through the halls the arguing only became louder. But it wasn't a normal argument where two people scream that on of them is right and the other was wrong. No, in this argument Papa yelled at her Mama, fists swinging punches at her in his rather drunken state, while she cried and begged him to stop.

The child jumped at the sound of yet another plate smashing. "Crazy bitch!", her Papa shouted. "Please, think of the children!", Her mom wept. "The twins used to love painting the faces on your dolls, they could help get your business running again..."

Amanda Quinzel let out a yelp as she dodged another flying kitchen utensil. "No! Those girls will end up just as crazy as you are. Stupid little freaks! They'll start hearing voices soon, already one of them is sick in the brain. Emotionless my ass! You are all puppets! Nothing more than that..." The man growled.

"She is not sick! She's gonna be with Lila's boy, I told ya!"

The slap that followed that sentence caused the little girls curiosity to over take her fear and she peeked past the wall into the dimly lit kitchen, a lone yellow light bulb lit the scene, swinging precariously over Mama and Papa.

The little girl realized to late that her Papa was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, long and garish. Amanda realized it a heartbeat after and started to walk backwards, away from the little girl's murderous Papa. He began to advance towards her and soon had her cornered.

"I have no time for your schizophrenic bullshit right now. No one cares about your useless promises that you can't me, like the one where you said you'd stay with me in sickness and in health, the one where you said you didn't care about my past, like the one where you said you loved me and my business!" His fist slammed against the cabinet above her and she whimpered.

The grin that spread across his face was sick and sinister. He leaned in close to Amanda, his back facing the little girl. "Time to grow up circus girl." He whispered.

The little girl watched in stunned silence as the blonde woman begged for mercy, she watched her Papa dismiss her pleas with a crazed look in his eyes. Then he stabbed her. The child couldn't help it, she let out a little scream. Her Papa was too caught up in the moment to notice but Amanda looked over his shoulder, her mouth forming a perfect O shape.

Run, she mouthed.

"I love you." She croaked.

And with those parting words Harleen Quinzel watched her mother slump down against the kitchen bench, leaving a streak of sticky scarlet.

/

Her Papa turned around. His intoxicated eyes roamed around the room until they fixed upon the blonde girl in clown makeup, blue eyes wide with something akin to terror or shock, or maybe something in between.

He grinned.

"Do you want to play Harley?"

She shook her head slowly. "W-why d'ya do that Papa?" She whispered.

Now it was his turn to shake his head, smirking as he did it, and he began to stalk towards the frightened little girl. "Because that's what Grownups's do Harley. That's what you all do when you grow up. Maybe if we'd tried it when we were younger then we wouldn't become grownups like we are now."

She held Mister Buttons a little bit tighter. " I... I don't understand Papa."

He chuckled.

"You? Little miss genius doesn't know what I'm talking about? You yourself are going to grow up too one day." Harley noticed that his usually calm looking eyes had some sort desperation about him, and his half bald head glinted under the light bulb.

He dropped the knife.

He reached down to pick up something.

"Pa... P-Papa!" She choked on the words as they tripped past her tongue.

Her father picked up a long and heavy black object. He twirled the crowbar around his fingers.

"Now now Harley, do you want to play?"

Notes:

GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A FLASHBACK SCENE!

Damn right, it's me and daaaamn this chapter is a doozy, and it's the scene that I had envisoned for Harley a long time before I created this story

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Now here is your homework for this week... Who is Harleen Quinzel's dad? If you work it out I'll give Cory Micheal Smith a hug and a kiss for you. But seriously I've been leaving crapload of clues for you to untangle so far so have fun with that. Also he has actually apperaed in Gotham, with no backstory so far and he doesn't really have much of one in the comics too so that gives me a lot of free reign devolping this badass (but also assholish) character.

Now I know what you are all thinking... "Wait a sec, didn't Harley kill her parents and her twin?"

Well the answer is YES SHE DID! Although the answer for that is so goddamn easy to guess tho.

And did ya'll hear a mention of a certain son of one Lila by Amanda Quinzel? And did you notice that Amanda worked at HALY'S CIRCUS! I see that Jerome Valeska and Harleen Quinzel have a little more history with each other than they both think.

And now we also have the dynamic of Harley's twin sister Daphne being introduced into the story, another thing I really wanted to do because as far as I know this hasn't been done before. Also it is mentioned that Harley loves her sister, so why would she kill her? Well you shall soon see...

And yes I'm sorry that Jerome did not make an appearance in this chapter, but don't worry, in the next chapter it will be back to his POV. And remember Doctor Strange is still tinkering away with his "plans" and Miss Peabody is hoping that they will escape the Court Of Owls wrath but will they?

ALSO I MADE A MISTAKE I WILL BE INTERVIEWING CORY IN TWO MONTHS NOT ONE.

And to Goddess of Eternal Spring, you are a doll, I blush too everytime I see your reviews, I do not deserve a fan as awesome as you :) I will also ask Cory every one of your questions. And I am a Youtuber, I edit videos from different fandoms, this story is based on one of them but I wouldn't recommend you watch it unless you want MAJOR SPOILERS! But I sent my theories and the leaked photos to Juice via Instagram and he talked about all that extensively in one of his video's.

Fun fact for everyone some new character's on television lately are starting to seem alarmingly similar to my Harley, including Syd Barret from Legion and Eurus Holmes from Sherlock and, especially with Eurus, I love her character but she is so much like mine it isn't funny, like go watch that episode right now and see how similar they are, from the same looking at the camera like she can see them, to the genius, to the way she sits especially at the Holmes estate and the way she interacts with Moriarty. It's got me mighty suspicious...

And once again everyone thank you for all the likes and kudos, if I get 100 kudos/following/favorites I will rewrite a copy of this story with Harley's full POV. Reviews are welcome :)