My Puddin

Claire

Crazy. Insane. Just like my parents. A psychopath. A freak show. A murderer. That's what everyone would say about me. Only because my parents are the most wanted people in Gotham. Yeah, the Joker and Harley Quinn. My foster parents tell me to ignore them. Oh, did I mention? I live with foster parents because my dearest mother and father thought that their life was far to dangerous for a child. I'm seventeen now and my only friend is Hunter Lows. I do attend a regular school though. Which I'm graduating early from. Hunter graduates this year as well. Since I'm a senior by grade skipping, I get to go to senior prom, with Hunter because nobody asked me for reasons known. Nobody asked Hunter because of me. So we are being awkward, unsociable weirdos and going together. That's what the plan was. Now, I'm trying to find a way to not go because my parents are back and I want to see them. Hunter and I are meeting up today to talk about it.
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I've just told him and he's mad at me. He said he couldn't believe me. He said he was leaving and he stormed out. I lost my only friend but I also found out where my parents were.

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Joker's pov

I was at my new hideout it Gotham with Harley. What desired me to come back, I don't know. I was rummaging through some boxes of old things when I pulled out a baby onesie.
(Think of the scene from Suicide Squad. I know we all saw the baby clothes.) Think:

I had pulled out my daughter's old onesies from the few days Harley and I had her. She's gone now. Probably dead. Probably killed by old Bats. If not then she's either locked up for being insane or living a nice life not knowing about us. As I stared at the three onesies, I didn't hear Harley come in. "Puddin?" She asked. "What have you got there?" I didn't say anything for a minute before saying,"Just some old baby clothes. Nothing to worry about,Honey." She nodded and I could see the pain in her eyes

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I decided to go to prom. Hunter is still mad at me. He doesn't know I'm going. I know he's going because he posted on Instagram him in his suit and a caption "going to senior prom alone because my best friend bailed." I smirked to myself as I got ready with the help of my foster sister, Keke.

I took one last look in the mirror and sighed. Keke said,"Don't worry, Hunter will fall head over heels for the minute he sees you." I frowned and said,"Keke, it's not that. It's just, am I doing the right thing? I mean I could be meeting my biological parents right now but I'm not." Keke said,"I'm sure he'll be grateful. And if he's not, then he'll have to deal with Toby. You know you're Toby's favorite." I smiled. Toby was Tobias, the oldest of all the foster kids. I nodded. Keke said,"Good. Keep your chin up, kiddo." I smirked mischievously and finished the inside joke saying,"Which one?" We both laughed and she drove to the prom. I walked inside and looked around for Hunter. I finally saw him, sitting at a table with his back to me. I sneakily walked up behind him and covered his eyes. He took my hands off and turned to face me. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. I smirked and said,"Is it that bad?" He shook his head violently and said,"N-no you look gorgeous! I'm just surprised to see you. I thought you were seeing your parents." I shook my head and said," I realized that my best friend is more important to me than my parents who couldn't care less about me. You're the only friend I have, I'm not losing." He looked annoyed. He snapped,"You're really oblivious sometimes, aren't you?" He got up and walked out of the school. I followed him. I yelled,"Hunter! Wait! What did I do wrong?!" He turned around and faced me. Mixed emotions clouded his sea green eyes. He said,"Claire, I've known you for twelve years. Twelve! And since I was fifteen, I've been hopelessly, blindly, and absolutely head over heels in love with you! You've been so oblivious that you never noticed! I dropped so many hints and you never noticed." I was shocked. He looked hurt as he said,"I bet you don't even feel the same." I don't how it happened but next thing I knew, I had my hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. He gave questioning look and said,"What are yo-" he was cut as I kissed him. He immediately kissed back, pulling me as close as physically possible. You know how they say that when you kiss your soulmate you feel fireworks? Yeah, I felt them and saw them. I could also hear them. Call me crazy but I heard distant voices screaming, even though we were alone. He pulled away after a minute and smiled, pressing his forehead against mine. It was silent for a few minutes before he said,"Let's go find your parents, Claire." I smiled.

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Harley's pov

I was sitting with Mr. J as he plotted a robbery. I've so happy since he saved me from Belle Reve. Out of nowhere, there was a knock. I got up and flung the door open and yelled,"WHAT DO YOU WANT?! YOU'RE RUINING OUR PLANNING!" I stopped when I saw two teenagers. "Who are you?!" I snapped. The girl, who I couldn't tell if she actually had rainbow hair or if I was hallucinating. What? I'm off my meds... Anyway she said,"I'm looking for Harley Quinn and the Joker." "Why?!" She stood to her full height, a whopping two inches taller than me and said,"They're my parents." Then I heard a voice behind me say,"Harley! Who's at the door?" I motioned inside and said, "Puddin, it's her! She's here!" "Who's here?" "Our daughter." Smash. Shatter. Footsteps. "She's here?" He asked. I nodded and revealed her. He took her chin in his hand as he stared into her blue eyes, the same color as his. He broke into a true smile. "What's your name?" He asked. She said,"Claire. Claire Alma Quinn."