Has anyone else notice the way Jeremiah acts in Season 5 is different from how he was in Season 4. I actually like Jeremiah better in Season 4, I felt it gave a different Joker personality, a cool, calm, and collected attitude and now Jeremiah is acting similar to his brother, Jerome, except more crazy. This chapter mostly focuses on Quinn's mother, Claire Young. Enjoy!

The Call of Motherly Love

Claire Young may have never divorced her husband, David, but nobody would disagree that she raised her younger daughter, Quinn, by herself. For some unknown reason, Quinn's father never cared about Quinn, not unless he needed someone to do work for him; all he cared about was her older sister, Molly and Quinn was overlooked by her father all her life. Before Molly moved in with her boyfriend she would love to get Quinn in trouble and make up lies about her younger sister to try to manipulate her parents. David, of course, took Molly's side and when Quinn would try to speak out he would yell at her and not give her a chance to talk. When Quinn told her mother what happen, not only would her mom listen to her younger daughter, but she also told Quinn that she never believed Molly, that she knew she was an instigator. Also when Quinn was only four, Molly would sometimes take advantage of her by treating her more like a servant instead of a sister, until Jerome and Jeremiah came along and stood up for Quinn.

Claire was very thankful that Jerome and Jeremiah became Quinn's friends. She was also very sorry that they had a good for nothing whore of a mother; to Claire, Lila was a pathetic embarrassment to mothers everywhere, which would make Claire take it upon herself to protect and look after the twins. Every time Lila was too drunk or banging a man, which was happening quite regularly, Claire was always there for Jerome and Jeremiah, as she was for Quinn, and the twins also saw Claire more of their mother than Lila.

"Quinn, Quinn, dear, where are you?" Claire called for her daughter.

Haley's Circus was currently in Boston, Massachusetts and it was a warm day. Quinn was currently in the animal tent, petting one of the elephant's trunks as she ignored her mother calling for her. Quinn was giggling as the elephant wrapped his trunk around the girl's stomach in a comforting manner.

Jerome had gotten beaten again, which was happening almost every day. No matter how many times Jerome told her not to worry about it or it was no big deal, she couldn't. She just hated it whenever his mother or his uncle was hurting him. When Quinn saw Jerome's nose bleeding, she tried kicking Lila, which earned her a black eye. Quinn had suspected that Jerome had it was worse, because Lila dragged him into the trailer.

When Claire found Quinn she ran up to hug her, but when she turned her daughter around to face her, her eyes were greeted with a shock. As she was looking at her daughter's face, her eyes laid on her daughter's bruised eye.

"Quinn? Quinn, baby, what happened to your eye?" her mother asked, trying to hold back her anger.

"I-I just ran into a pole when Jerome, Jeremiah, and I were playing tag," Quinn lied as she looked down at the ground, her eyes avoiding her mother's.

Her mother instantly saw through her daughter's lie. Claire gently cupped Quinn's face in her hands and kissed both her cheeks, making her daughter smile in response.

"Quinn, you understand you can tell me anything, don't you?" Claire said, gently, "And I promise it'll be just between us, if you don't want anyone else to know. I can't always promise it will be that way, but I'll try and make an exception and make it better."

Quinn knew what Lila had been doing was downright wrong; she wanted desperately to tell someone, but at the same time she was scared of what would happen if she told anyone. Jerome once told Quinn that if she told anyone it would make everything worse.

"Okay, it was Jerome's mom," Quinn admitted, "She gave him a bloody nose, and I was so mad I kicked her in the shin. She got mad at me and punched my eye," she explained pointing to her bruised eye, "I know you've always told me not to hurt people and to be the better person, but she was really mean, mommy."

Quinn could feel her mother's anger growing as she was explaining the whole thing, but she knew it was directed at Lila, not to her.

I told that slutty, skanky whore, what I would do if she or her brother harmed my daughter or the twins again. But I guess action speaks louder than words. Claire thought to herself as she clenched her hands into fists.

"I hate her, mommy, I know I shouldn't, but she's so mean and she's been hurting him more often, I just lost my temper," Quinn said as tears ran down her cheeks.

Her mother smiled gently at her as she was brushing her daughter's tears away and then she was wrapping one arm around her protectively, while stroking her chocolate brown hair gently with her other arm.

"Quinn, dear, you said that Lila has been hurting Jerome more often. Are you saying Lila has been doing this more times before?" Claire asked while trying to control the anger in her voice.

"Yes, mommy she's done more times than I could count or remember," Quinn told her.

As she clenched her hands trying to control inside her, she smiled calmly at her daughter, "You're right Quinn, that was very mean for her to do, but don't worry I'll handle her. But first, I have something to get."

And that's when Claire grabbed her daughter's hand and walked her to their trailer, where Claire first gave her daughter an ice pack for her bruised eye and then she grabbed a bat and a big bottle of her husband's bourbon. Then grabbing her daughter's hand with her other hand, Claire was practically dragging her daughter to the Valeskas' trailer. When they got closer, a horrible ranking smell reached their noses it didn't take them long to catch on the stench of alcohol and sex.

Jerome and Jeremiah were both sitting outside the trailer, being busy with different things without speaking a word to each other. Jeremiah was drawing a new maze, while Jerome was treating his wounds with some alcohol and bandages, while at the same time trying to press some ice against his injured nose.

They both looked up when they heard the sound of footsteps coming towards them, though one pair sounded like angry stomping. They saw their best friend Quinn Young and her mother, Claire, approaching them; Jerome and Jeremiah sent Quinn a confused look.

"Boys, where's your-"Claire began to ask in a calm, gentle voice, but was cut off in an instant.

The trailer door was practically thrown open, and the two boys quickly got to their feet and stood next to Quinn. Lila stumbled out, hardly wearing anything. In her drunken state, Lila was very slow and she barely recognized the woman in front of her. She was hiccuping from drunken state as she attempted to compose herself, but she was failing miserably. Claire then instantly swung the bat, hitting Lila hard in the face and knocking her hard to the ground.

"That was for hurting my daughter, you filthy skank," Claire shouted, "This is for harming your own son," she delivers a blow to her midriff, "And this is for being a pathetic embarrassment to mothers everywhere," she then delivers a final blow to her upper torso.

Thankfully, Lila still didn't know who hit her, as she was too drunk, and quickly passed out. Claire then opened the bottle of bourbon and poured it all over Lila. Just then, Owen Lloyd was walking up to the trailer and stared open-mouthed at what he was seeing.

"What the hell are you doing?" Owen stammered at Claire.

"Pouring drinks," Claire answered in a casual tone.

"You're crazy, lady," Owen snapped at her.

"No, she is, if she thinks she can get away with harming my daughter, let alone her own children. And if you breathe a word about this, I'm coming for you too," Claire threatened, "Because mister you people have no idea what a mother's love is capable of."

Claire then walked away from the trailer with her daughter and her two friends following. Quinn was smiling happily at her mother, while the twins were gawking at her; one of them was giving a huge grin, feeling happier than before.

"That was awesome!" Jerome yelled, his eyes sparkling with unrecognizable delight, "Your mom is incredible, Quinn." It felt good to Jerome to for once see his mother getting hurt, instead of him; but little did they know, this one action would begin some thoughts running through Jerome's mind, that would change everything.

"I know," Quinn said with a smirk.

Claire then turned to look at Quinn, Jerome and Jeremiah, and said with a kind smile, "Now, who wants ice cream?"