Their Little Princess (Joker&Harley Daughter Fanfiction)

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                                  Trixy's POV
Blood
It was everywhere!
       Well I don't really know what I expected after killing the whole school but nothing like this! Blood was covering every inch of the floor! Going down the stairs and some even went out to the parking lot! It's actually.......... really funny!
       In the distance I could here the sound of police sirens coming this way. I better get out of here before they get here I think as I start to run down the stairs. When I get to the second level something or someone grabs me from behind and throws me down the hall.
      I could feel my ribs break with the amount of force used. I scream in pain as I try to get up from my position on the floor. I look up to see the one and only Bat-man. The "hero" of Gotham city! I remember every night I would dream that he would hear my screams and save me from the hell I lived in and take me away to a family that would care about me. But no he never came, he never saved me and now I hate him with every fiber of my being!
        "What do you want Bat-man! Get the hell out of here your ruining the fun!" I scream at him as I get up off the floor with much difficulty. He looks at me in shock when I stand up fully without flinching.
          "How are you able to stand with out it hurting?" He asked in his deep computer voice.
           "I guess getting tortured my whole life by my parents gave me a high pain tolerance." I say with as much venom in my voice as I can. I can see his eyes widen when I say tortured and smirk. Ha! I bet he didn't see that one coming did he?!
            " What do you mean tortured?" he asked in confusion, sadness, anger and dare I say pity? But I could hear the sirens getting really close. I needed to leave now or I would get caught.
            "As much fun as this was I need to get going," I say as I take a step towards the staircase. Bat-man steps in front of me and blocks my way.
"I don't think your going anywhere! I don't know how you were able to kill a whole high school full of students and staff but you did which means your dangerous. So that means you need to be contained and watched at all times no matter what cause. Also you are going to tell me what you mean by tortured," he said as he made his way towards me.
"Oh I'm not going anywhere with you Batty!" I scream as I pull my gun from behind my back and shoot him in the stomach. He falls to the ground clutching his stomach in pain. I take this moment to run past him down the stairs towards the front door.
I didn't get to far, four stairs actually, before I slipped on the blood covering the stairs. I screamed as I tumbled down the staircase all the way to the bottom level. I could tell that I broke my arm and more of my ribs from the pain in my arm and side. I try to get up but I hit my head on the way down.
The whole world started to spin as I was surrounded in a pool of my own blood. I look up to find Bat-man standing over me with a sad expression on his face. He bends down and pics me up off the ground. It's takes all of my energy to not scream out in pain. He seems to notice this and mumbles an apology.
As he steps out side and waits for the police to get here he looks down at me and said," why did you do it? Why did you have to kill the whole school? What did they do to you to make you kill them?"
I look up at him through blurry vision and look him dead in the eyes with a tired smile," that's the thing, they did nothing." And with that last sentence I let the darkness over come me.

*time skip cause a bitch lazy lol*

I open my eyes only to shut them straight away so I don't get blinded by the bright light. I slowly open my eyes and let them adjust to the brightness. Once they do I look around to find myself in an all white room with a window and three chairs on one side of the room and four on the other. Next to me are various machines and an IV that is hooked up to my arm.
This must be a hospital room I think as I look at the plain walls. Yup it is definitely a hospital room, but why fix me up when I killed all those people? I ask myself. It seems like god heard my thoughts because soon the door opened and in walked Bat-man with a doctor, a nurse, and a police officer.
"Why did you help me?" I asked B-man as he walked closer to the bed. He dragged one of the chairs closer to the bed and sat down. He looked at me with a pained expression, even though he still has his mask on I could see it in his eyes that he was concerned.
"Tell me what you meant by your parents torturing you your whole life." As he said this I heard the doctor, nurse, and officer gasp in shock and horror. They looked at me like I was a fragile doll but I wasn't, I was a lot tougher then they thought.
I sighed, as I looked into B-mans eyes. I know he won't let this go until I tell him my story. This is going to take a while.
          "Alright alright I'll tell you my story," I sighed as I sat up straight. B-man looked shocked but fixed his expression and leaned in closer, eager to hear my story.
         "Well when I was born my parents never cared for me. I was often left at the neighbors for weeks at a time, until I was six. I started to go to school and learn the basic things but I found it easy. So they gave me an I.Q test and I had the I.Q and the smarts of a fifth grader.
           After they heard this news my parents took me out of school and forced me to be their maid. They made me cook, clean, serve to their every need until fifth grade. In this time period, for every little thing I did wrong they would beat me. At first it was normal abuse using punches and kicks.  
          But as time went on they started to get more creative with their methods. They started with their belts, then whips. Then they took knives and carved me with different designs all over my arms and legs. Then they would take a burning hot branding iron and seal the wounds so that scars would always be left behind.
           By the time I was seven my entire body was littered with scars and bruises new and old. Then they kicked it up a notch and started to use electrocution. They would use tasers, electrical rods, anything with electricity. I remember feeling the electric currents coursing through my veins. The burning fire it left in its wake.
           Then it became a pattern. It would take up to two months until they would get bored with a method. Then they would go search up new methods to keep themselves entertained. When they got bored with the knives they moved on to dehydration. They would not give me a drop of liquid for four days and when I was on the brink of death they forced me to drink boiling hot water.
Then they moved on to starvation, then drowning, then one of the worst ones was nails. I know that doesn't sound to bad but trust me it hurt. They would take me and nail me to the wall by my hands and feet. Then they would leave me there for days at a time with no food or water. They would often say that I was like Jesus when I was up there. And one time Jay made a thorn crown for me.
But the worst one that they did was suffocation. They put me in this glass case then they would lower the oxygen level until I was gasping for air. If I was going to pass out they would raise it until there was enough that I wouldn't pass out and so little it felt like I was dying. Then they would leave me in that condition for days.
When it was finally time for me to go back to school I was overjoyed. I thought that maybe I could have a few friends and be happy for once in my life. But that would have been to good to be true. When I got to school everyone stayed away from me because of the scars all over my body. I would always sit alone at lunch and no one talked to me.
Then half way through the year one person started to make fun of me. Then another, and another until half the grade tormented me. At first it was only verbal attacks but when we went into middle school they started to get physical. They would first trip me, then push me, then slap me, then punch me, and then kick me when I was down.
This is why I killed the whole school because they did nothing. Besides the ones tormenting me everyone else did nothing to stop it. Not the teachers and not the students, they all just stood by as it happened. So don't blame me about their deaths because you know what? They brought it on themselves."
When I finished speaking they all looked completely mortified at my story. Every single one of them looked at me with their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open. If I didn't know better I could of swore I saw a tear roll down B-mans face. But I couldn't be sure because he looked away before I could take a closer look.
"Can you leave us please?" B-man asked the three others in the room. They all nodded, still in shock, and left the room in a split second.
"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked me. Confusion laced his voice as he stared me in the eye trying to understand me.
"Because every night I would hope and dream that you would hear me. That you would hear my screams and save me from the hell I lived in. But you never did, you never saved me and I will never ever forgive you for that." I glare at him as I say this. Hoping that he can see that if he would of done his job thoroughly he could have prevented this.
I think he understood because he looked at me with such guilt that it almost made me feel bad. Almost. As I stared back at him, I saw as his whole expression change. It went from guilty and sad to determined.
            "I promise you Trixy that I will get you help. I will fix you and then I will take you to a family that will love you like there is no tomorrow. And if I can't find one then I'll adopt you myself. I will do anything to make this right." With that he stood up and walked out of my room.
           I stared at the door for a few minutes after he left in complete and utter shock. What the hell just happened?! Why did he want to make amends!? And did I just make my first friend?!

Hey! So I'm really sorry this took a long time to get up but I was having trouble writing the story. Well I hope you liked it! Also the next chapters won't be so sad! It's just how the story starts! Lol
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