Until That Day -{ A Jokers Daughter}

Introduction

Hi my name is Hannah Quinn im 15 years old and today you're gonna hear my story. So.... guessing by my last name you probably know who I am, if you don't then you're in for a treat. My parents are the infamous Harley Quinn and Joker. Yes i know you're thinking 'wow she must be as crazy..if not more then her parents' or something and that's kinda true.

I have a slight accent but sometimes i conceal it so others don't get annoyed with me, or at least that's what my dad tells me to do. I learned from the past not to disobey him. You see living with joker isn't good... at all.

The only thing that gets me going is my mom (dont get me wrong she doesn't deserve a mother of the year award.)  She forgets about
me sometimes. She's usually focused on dad.

  My dad is the opposite of supportive,he's the one that brings me down and when i try to tell my mom that she should leave him she always says that her puddin' loves her. But shes more like the help which makes me mad but there's nothing i can do about it.

I tried to once but ended up getting a scar on my stomach that says 'jokers property'.

So after that i never tried to mess with their relationship again. I also have more where that comes from like if i talk back or bother him i would get scars. Sure i would get hit like my mom but mostly scars like a bunch of J's, lines , "hahahaha" and more. When i was little i made the mistake of messing with one of his plans on his desk and he beat me for making them have to move the heist to the next day.

Living with them is basically always getting a reminder of how much you ruined their life and how much of a failure you are. They would never let me go with them when they went on heists because they would always think i would mess up. I don't know how i will when they trained me in combat since i started walking.

Well they didn't train me, a fugitive of the league of assassins trained me and in return we didn't tell the league where he was. After learning how to fight, my parents wanted me to look more like them so they took me to ace chemicals and threw me in. When i was there i was wearing a red shirt and blue pants so when i came out I had blue and red tips.

I also came out with pure milk skin and bright red lips.

Lets go back to the main subject, after everything that's happened in my life i realized that i haven't made i change good or bad. All i do is wake up, eat breakfast, train with my dads goons, watch Netflix,  read and talk to my "family" then go to sleep and to be honest i'm tired of the same routine.

It's like a never ending loop and i'm trying to escape it but i cant.

(A/N hey guys!!!! im so sorry that this is a short chapter but i will try to make the next one better, by the way she is bi polar and schizophrenic. Xoxo, Ivy)