The Tale Of Becky Quinn

Little Things

Ivy stared at Harley blankly "..What?" she asked "Why in the world would you be worried about her sanity?"

Harley fiddled with her hands "...She's fragile Ivy...with everything that's been going on...I don't know how she'll cope with all this..." Harley walked over to her bed and placed her head in her hands.

"And I know she's staying with Bruce Wayne...but Jesus Christ Ivy...why would he want her? he's probably making her clean floors or something..." she let out a sob "I just want my baby girl back and safe in my arms"

Ivy gave her friend a pitiful look then closed her eyes "...Becky's a smart girl...I'm sure she's fine.." Ivy started to say but soon cut herself off "...And if she's anything like her mother she wouldn't be cleaning floors" she said as she crossed her arms and gave her friend a smile.

Harley looked up at Ivy and smiled "...I Know..." she sniffed and wiped her eyes "What if Mistah J gets to her first...Becky will go with him even if she doesn't want to...she's so scared of him Ivy..." Harley put her back into her hands.

Ivy sighed and walked back to her bed there was no talking to her when she was like this, Ivy folded her arms over her chest and sighed "Becky will be fine...she'll be fine.." or at lest she hoped she would be for Harley's sake.

Joker hummed to himself as he walked down the back streets of Gotham as he rounded a corner he saw his home come into view, kicking the door open he strolled inside.

"Completely trashed" he muttered "I hope Harley took my plans" he muttered as he kicked a piece of rubble away from him, "Nothing here for me to use" he said as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked out.

"Now...how am I going to get Becky away from that playboy Bruce Wayne...I'll need a gun, a phone book, a phone...and Bane would be nice.. " he said as he walked down the road.

Becky sighed as she sank lower into the warm water of her bathtub, "I can't get mad at everyone who says a bad thing about my father..." she thought "I'd hate everybody in Gotham city" she told herself.

She was actually done with her bath but sitting in the hot water felt...comforting, she took a deep breath and pushed herself out of the water after letting the water out she wrapped a towel around her and walked out of the bathroom.

She stopped halfway to adjust her towel when her door opened and Tim walked in, "Hey...Becky...I just want...to say..." he stopped mid-sentence, and for a moment both Tim and Becky just stared at each other.

Then Tim's eyes wandered down and then back up "Ah...I..." he muttered looking over her again, Becky shook off her embarrassment and screamed she screamed so loud that Barbra and Alfred heard downstairs.

"What the?" Barbra asked walking over to the stairs, "Tim...Becky?" she asked walking up she made to the middle of the staircase when she heard Becky scream again. She ran the rest of the way up "What's going on?!" she yelled running over to Becky's room.

"Get out!" Becky yelled "Get out!" she screamed slamming the door, Tim stood red-faced in the door way; Barbra shook his shoulder.

"Tim?" she asked "What happened?" Tim blinked and looked up at her and shook the blush off, "This is your fault!" he yelled.

Barbra raised an eyebrow "What's my fault?!" she asked, Tim felt his face heat up again "If you hadn't made me..." he mutter.

"What's my fault?!" Barbra asked again "Tell me! What happened?" she asked angrily, Tim's face lit up even darker.

"She didn't have any clothes on!" he yelled as he ran passed her to his room, Barbra gasped and softly knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" she asked "....Becky?" she asked again, "I-I'm sorry...about that..." she heard something walking then felt the doorknob twist she stepped back.

"I wasn't naked! I had a towel on!" she called down the hall to Tim then faced Barbra, "I'll see you next week so we can practice together okay?" she asked; Barbra nodded.

"See you then" Becky told her as she shut door, Barbra blinked then walked back downstairs; "I'll...ah...see you later Alfred.." she muttered as she walked past the butler and out the door.

Alfred sighed "I don't even want to know" he said as he walked into the living room.