Joker and Harley's Crybaby

Blood Still Stains When The Sheets Are Washed

My eyes lazily opened staring up at the dark ceiling . Watching the suspended little baby angles dangle from what I like to imagine them flying around in the night sky.

Tears start to flood my eyes as I sat up looking for the buttons to let down the railing of the crib down.

They think I look so adorable sleeping in a crib.

At least I stopped wearing diapers at the appropriate age.

I walked to the kitchen getting a glass of milk mom's passed out on the table again. It's colder than usual tonight. Can't have mom getting ammonia that's another problem we don't need.

I went to the closet to get a blanket out. I placed it on mom and put away the bottles and milk carton. I walked back to the closet close the door then I saw a red figure hunched over.

I quickly closed the door shut and bolted for the stairs. "Help me!" The figure yelled. I slowly opened the door to only see Robin tied and beaten badly in the closet.

Tears start to stream down my face as I stared longer at him. He started to fall face foreword like a giant falling in defeat. I caught him right before he hit the ground and laid him gently on the ground.

What is going on?

Why is he here?

I tried to get him to walk but he was too weak I had to drag him out. "Why are you doing this?" He barely pushed his words out.

"I don't know why either."I really don't know why. What if he dies and it was my fault because I'm useless? I start to drag him to the nearest road. This is a bad time to live in the woods.

"Why are you crying?" Robin asked as he started to slowly walk on his own.

"I just found some boy in a costume nearly dead in my house! What do you think I would do?" It feels like my eyes are waterfalls.

"Just calm down what's your name." He's nearly beaten half to death how can he tell me to calm down?

"My name is Crybaby or that's what they call me." Now he's only leaning on me for support as he limps slowly.

"Well that's an interesting name. My name is Jason they call me Robin." We start to look for a sign of civilization it's hard to see since it's so dark.

"You better leave so you don't get into trouble I can take care of myself." Is he crazy?

"You can barely walk but can I ask two questions then I will leave?" He nodded slowly to my question.

"Why would you think I'd get in trouble? And why were you in my house?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me as if I asked dumb questions.

Did I?

"Isn't your dad the Joker? And because he hates Batman so much he would do everything he can to break him." I rolled my eyes at his attitude.

"I guess you don't know your dad is a mass murderer, serial killer, and a criminal." I knew dad did bad things but not like this. I thought he was just a con artist not a murderer.

More tears start to fall as we took a break. "Hey I didn't mean to make you cry harder." He started to comfort me a stranger never comforted me before does this mean we're friends?

"Okay go home so your dad doesn't hit you. Okay?" I looked at him confused what does he mean?

"My dad never hits us he loves us he just brings home sluts." I looked down ashamed of my father's activities.

"The Joker doesn't bring home sluts he brings home people to torture that's when the serial killer part comes in." He scrunched up his face at me like I was a fool.

I guess I am a fool so dad doesn't cheat on mom after all. I actually feel better about him now. But why am I ignoring the fact that my father is a killer?

I looked up only to find The Boy Wonder gone leaving behind a blood spot from where he rested. I walked home surprisingly I'm not lost considering how I rarely get out of the house.

I walked in dad was staring at the closet. Oh gosh I hope I'm not in trouble!

"Sweetums did you see a little birdie in here?"
He turned around I literally felt tears pour out of my eyes as I faced him.My heart started to race just thinking of the punishments that my come my way.

"Now don't worry you're aren't in any trouble. But just one question I ask for an honest answer." He took a step forward looking into my waterfall eyes.

"Did you see a little birdie in here?" I nodded and whispered yes and started crying even more.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" I yelled as he embraced me in his arms as I sobbed uncontrollably staining his shirt with my tears.

"It's okay Crybaby you aren't in trouble it's not your fault." He cupped my face and kissed my forehead.

"Harley take her to bed." Dad went back to the closet and started leaning on it. Mom came from the living room and took me to my crib. She left and told me not to go to sleep yet but I wanted to just to get rid of this night.

She came back with my sippy cup and told me to sit up.

"Drink every last drop of it sweetie." I started drinking assuming it was milk but was terribly disgusted with the syrupy nasty taste.

"What is it?" I scrunched up my face not wanting any more of what ever the heck that crap is!

"It's good for you honey." She started holding the cup right when my arms began to feel heavier. Soon I couldn't hold my arms up anymore. Then my body started to shut down. Mom's arm was the only thing holding me up as I kept drinking more of the drink.

"Good girl."

"Drink it all up." My eyes stopped producing tears and blinking lasted longer.

"There you go."

"Good job sweetie."

"Now sleep well. Everything that happened was just a bad dream. Okay sweetie?" I agreed as mom set the cup on my dresser and laid me down gently. She tucked me in and kissed me goodnight then my eyes closed so fast.
.~.~.
Robin's in the closet!

I shot up crying loudly hoping someone will come to me. Dad came in quickly with outstretched arms.

"Aww did someone have bad dream?" I nodded quickly going into his arms trying to forget that terrible bad dream.

"Why don't you tell daddy what happened." I looked at him while he wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Robin... was... in... the closet." It pained me to repeat that scary dream as I clung to him.

He looked behind him where my closet is. "I don't see any birds in the closet."

"No down stairs."

"There's no one there sweetums. Now let's get some breakfast."

He gave me a piggy back ride down stairs but before we left the room I saw my sippy cup on the dresser.

I don't remember bringing my sippy to my room yesterday.

Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup.

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