Kidnapped by Quinn

9: Helping Timmy

"Harley? Erza, where's your mommy?" Joker asked sweetly. "She said I needed a time out. So I let her take a little nap." Her voice sounded sinister and crazy. Crazier than usually. "Erza Quinn stop this behavior now!" Joker growled before seeing his daughter with her mom's mallet dragging behind her as she walked in the room. "I'm not like you or Momma." She hissed. "You are one of us. Now why don't you be a good girl and put down the mallet. We can kill him together." Joker offered and reached his hand to her. She looked down at his hand. His cold, white, leathery hand. "I don't wanna be like you." She growled again. "You don't mean that. Besides no one else is going to accept you. You're a Quinn. You belong here." He said and reached for the mallet again. She thought about it before slowly handing him the mallet. "We would accept her. If she wants to be good we would let her join our family." Tim said and pulled on the restraints that held him to the chair. "Daddy?" Erza mumbled. "Yes Darling?" Joker asked as his eyes practically daring her to turn her back on him. "Me and Timmy are leaving." She said and hit him with the mallet causing him to fall and drop his knife. Joker recovered from it quickly and laughed. "Don't be like that sweetheart." Joker growled. Erza quickly grabbed the knife and cut Tim free. "I may be your daughter but I don't want to be like you." She growled and hit Joker again this time hard enough to knock him out. She stared at her father as he laid on the ground. "Erza?" Tim asked as he slowly stood up. "Don't worry, Cupcake. I'll take you back to the Battycave." She said and put his arm around her shoulders and helped him walk.