Mistakes Are Bad Form

Disclaimer: I do not own Joker or Harley, those belong to DC Comics.

Warning: This fiction follows the events of Daddy's Not Happy. Please read that story before reading this one.

Fuck.

I stared at the stick in my hand and that's all I could think about.

My father's gonna kill me. Us. Him. Fuck.

My hand trailed to my lower belly and I looked down. "What am I going to do with you peanut?" I whispered, my eyes watering a bit.

I heard a car's brakes, then the front door open and I quickly hid the pregnancy test and wiped away my tears.

"Skylar?" he called.

I flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom.

"Hi Daddy," I said as I walked to him and kissed him on his cheek.

"How was your day Princess?"

"Fine. David and I went to the Christmas market this afternoon. We went on the big wheel, it was pretty cool," I smiled.

My father groaned. I knew he didn't like David. Even though he allowed him to date me, deep down it bothered him.

It's been six months since the events with Jessica. Since then, she never approached me again. As for the rest of the students, I think they were pretty impressed by my father's freak show and they wanted nothing to do with me. Not that it changed from before to say the truth. In anyway I didn't care, after all I only had two months before graduation and then I'd never see their faces again.

David quickly recovered from his wound, perhaps a plant faculty inherited from his mother. Speaking of her, Red still haven't forgotten my father for what he did. And my mother and her are still kind of cold with each other.

David and I have been a several dates, much to my father's discomfort, and I'm really happy, which is probably why David's still alive. Not that he would do anything to hurt me.

Well, until now. I'm pregnant and I'm not even 18. And I still have to go to the university. After a long time of begging and crying, my father finally let me go to uni and I won't waste that chance.

Oh God my father, how am I going to tell him that? I already don't know how to tell David...

"Where's mom?" I asked my father, following him in the living room.

"Shopping with the plant I think," he grumbled as he sat in the couch with a glass of whiskey.

"Hey... Um... Daddy ? I need to tell you something..." I started slowly. He turned his head to me and raised his brow bone. "Well you see David and I-"

"Skylar if it's to talk about the stinky squid you use as a boyfriend," he cut me off, spitting the word. "You should wait for your mother."

I signed and lowered my eyes. "Alright. Well I'll be in my room then,"  I said quietly.

I went to my room and pulled out my phone, dialing David's number. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey pretty."

I smiled at the name. "Hey Dave. Can I come at your place in like fifteen minutes?" I asked.

"Sure Love! My mother's not here so we'll have the house to ourselves," he said suggestively.

I laughed. I was definitely not about to do what got me in that delicate situation today. "Okay then I'll see you soon."

"Alright, love you," he said.