MY MAD LIFE

2 Going Undercover?

"Really Harley? Can't you see I'm busy?" I asked annoyed.
"First, yes I'm serious, and second why do you call me Harley? I am your mom after all." She said pouting at the last statement. I roll my eyes getting really irritated.
"You are NOT my mom. If anything I'm your prisoner," I snap while glaring at her "go tell the clown I've got stuff to do."
"You little brat!" She yelled as she drew her hand back and slapped me so hard I was sure there would be a welt there for at least 2 days. With that she left my room slamming the door behind her.
All I could do was roll my eyes and go back to my paper. After all she was the famous Harley Quinn. I knew I had some chance of getting past her but she wasn't the one I was scared of, it was the insane Joker. When he got mad I would the one who was punished no madder who he was mad at. I was his punching bag. They didn't care about me, they just kept me as their personal maid. I was getting really tired of it.
All my life I've been trapped, imprisoned in who-knows-where. I've never seen the outside world. Sure I've seen the sun, there was a room that had a huge skylight but that was all. I've never seen another human being in my life, I was cut off from the world. All I've done my whole life was train, and train, and train. They taught me all they new in combat. I never understood why I need to learn its not like I wanted to do what they did.
When Harley or Joker weren't hovering over my shoulder I would hide in my tiny room. It was a small square room, gray walls, gray floor, small gray bed and a gray desk. I always told them I was drawing in my room which wasn't a complete lie but secretly I was always planing an escape. I knew it was a risk but if I could become friends or something with someone... important they could help me. I just had to get out of here. The problem is I didn't know where I was. I just had to get it out of one of them....
"Amara! Get down here, Now!" His horrid voice echoed down the hall. I sighed, I shouldn't have talked back to Harley. This might be the death of me, literally. 

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"So, you want me to spy on them?" I asked. Joker looked at me like I was a fish who just asked if I could swim.
"Do you even have ears?" He asked irritated. This was the third time I had asked. I was still confused at what he was asking me.
Harley rolled her eyes. "You're so stupid." She slapped me on the head. I was close to hitting my head on the desk in front of me, displaying a bright screen, but jerked my head back up before it could. "Oh I'm sorry are you ok?" Harley said sarcastically, while rolling her eyes, " maybe I should have it your head harder." She's been in a bad mood lately... they both have actually. They seem really stressed, and I've had more bruises than usual.
"All you have to do is get close to them, get information out of them and report back to me through this ear piece," he held up a tiny silver device,"you can not, in any circumstances, let them catch you or learn your identity." He threatened.
"What if I don't want to do it?" I ask. I knew I shouldn't have but I was curious what he would do if I refused.
"Well, that's easy, the more you resist the more people die. You don't want innocent people dying do you?" He chuckled. His bright green hair fall loosely around his eyes. He knew I hated when he used innocent people for his own benefit. I sighed, I didn't really have a choice, he would find a way to make me do what he wanted.
"When do I start?" I asked defeated. At least this might give me a chance to escape my horrid parents and start a new life. I didn't know what I was doing. I've never had a real conversation with a single person and they're expecting me to fake a new identity and become friends with the worlds greatest detective? Well this is going to be impossible.

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Hey! What up? So how was it? IDK if I did good or not so let me know. I'm going to try and post everyday but don't expect to much cause sometimes I have a lot going on. I'm sorry if the story is starting out slow I promise it'll get better soon I just gotta explain some stuff before we get to the good parts. Thanks for reading! :) -Morgan