"Are you sure you want to leave her here Harleen?" Questioned Rinelle Miller.
"You are my only hope Rinelle! If Mr. J ever found out about her I'm afraid of what he might do. He barely has time to talk to me let alone take the time to talk to her or help take care of her" Harley Quinn sadly looked at the bundle in her sisters arms.
The bundle was that of her three month old daughter, Lucy Maria Jane Quinzel.
A life on the run was no way to live for an adult let alone a child. Lucy was better of here with a family that would take good care of her. And what better person than her own Aunt and Uncle?
Harley gave Lucy one last kiss on her forehead then turned to return to her world of crime.
Rinelle stared off into the darkness long after her sister had left thinking about the future and hoped Lucy would never find out about her true heritage.
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The Daughter Of The Joker
أدب الهواةI've lived with my Aunt and Uncle my entire life. I never asked about my parents because I simply didn't care. What happens when I meet my father?
