The Daughter Of The Joker

Memories

You know that cliché moment when everything stops and you swear that you can see your life flash before your eyes?

I had that moment.

In my tiny attic room with my Aunt and Uncle sitting there, with the look of absolute worry etched into their faces like stone.

No. No. No.

That would mean my mother is dead and my father is the most crazed villain in the world. I don't believe it.

At that moment I had a flashback that took me back to when I was four. Those were gentle times. The twins hadn't been born yet and I was the light of everyone's eyes. Even though I was strange people loved me anyways...

"My little angel!" Mommy cooed to me as she played on the floor with my hot wheels and tutus.

I loved when mommy came to visit. It was always fun.

Mommy tucked me into bed and read me a book and sang me to sleep.

" Will I see you tomorrow mommy?" I asked innocently.

"No honey, you know I can't stay away from Mr. J for long" she smiled softly as I closed my eyes...

That was the last time I saw her. After that rumors flew that the Joker had killed her. I wasn't even allowed to go to her funeral. It all makes sense now, why I have memories of me asking when mommy would come to play again.

I never knew.

Why did I let her go back?!

I felt something tickling my cheek and reached up to find that I was crying. I heaved a loud sob confirming that I have been crying since I woke up.

Aunt Rinelle looked at me with tear filled eyes as her and Uncle Greyson went back down stairs.

I couldn't take it anymore I climbed through my window and out into the street. Crying all the while.

Why me?