No one knows where she came from. All they knew was she belonged to Harley and The Joker. In fact, she had been the one to convince her daddy that Harley was "fixable". This is their story.
The Joker was laying in his cell and waiting for any sign of his men when he first heard it. The voice was female and as pissed off as he'd ever heard. Her use of foul language was impressive even to him, and quite creative. It peaked his interest enough for him to stand and look out the small box they called a window on his door.
Seems he had a new neighbor. He wondered what a pretty thing like her had done to warrant this particular wing of Arkham. The only woman he knew that came close was Ivy, but she was like a bad science experiment. He leaned his arms on the door above his head and watched this interesting turn of events. As if sensing his stare she immediately turned towards him and stared back. Oh, this chick was definitely as crazy as she was beautiful.
The slight ring of red around her iris telling him she wasn't all human. She easy threw the three guards off her and walked to his window. At about 5 foot, she barely stood tall enough to see through the window without standing on her toes. Her look was hostile at first, then as he stared unflinchingly back at her it softened. She smiled and put a hand to his window. "Hello, Sir." Was all she got out before the guards had gotten back to their feet and tasered her unconscious.
The rage he felt at that action took him by surprise. It felt like someone had dented his Lamborghini, but worse. Shaking off the feeling he watched as they threw her in the empty cell across from him and went back to his bed. It was a few hours before he heard another sound. All the inmates in this wing were life long criminals and didn't bother making noise anymore, so the crying was an odd sound to hear.
"Hello! Please! Anyone? Where am I? Oh God, What did we do?" He heard her cry. He let this go on for a few more minutes before he finally got tired of the noise and with a growl stood up and went to the window. "All that chit-chat's gonna get ya hurt, little girl." He said menacingly through the glass. Her face when she saw him was shock and then hope. No one had ever had hope when they looked at him.
"Excuse me, Sir? I don't know where I am? Can you help me?" She said in a small polite voice. The Joker took a moment to decide if this girl was putting him on. It was her eyes that convinced him. Not a speck of red and crystal blue they reminded him of a doll you would see in a toy store window.
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He sighed, the girl might be more crazy than he was. "I don't know how to tell ya this kid, but ya landed yourself in Arkham." He watched waiting to see her reaction. He was definitely surprised. She started hitting herself, seemingly berating herself for whatever she had done. "Stop." He growled, immediately halting her motions. "What's wrong with you, kid?" He asked more interested by the moment.
She seemed to think for a moment. "I don't know. The people in white use big words, I don't know what they mean. But the Queen, she takes the light and she hurts people when they hurt me." He was getting the idea now. "How many of you are there in that tiny body?" He asked with a smirk. She smiled happy he seemed to understand. She used her fingers to count. "Me, Princess, Miss Queen." She turned her hand around showing him. "This many."
"I see. And what is your name?" She seemed confused for a minute. He didn't really like the pity he felt for this girl. "What do the others call you?" He asked trying to help her understand. Her smile showed that she did. "Babygirl." Being the experienced Dom that he was he could safely assume this was a little. He was really hoping she was 18 at least, because she had a beautiful mouth.
"How old are you, Babygirl?" He asked softly. He enjoyed the way she bit her lip and wanted to lick off the bit of blood it caused to her chapped lips. She once again counted on her hand, this time holding up four fingers. "That many?" He asked with fake awe. She happily shook her head. "I'm a big girl." She said proudly. "That you are. Say, would the one you called Princess be willing to talk to me?" He asked like a question though honestly it was an order.
Her eyes went blank for a moment and he watched mesmerized. "She says yes! She says you're Mr. Joker and that you could take care of us. Is that true, Mr. Joker, Sir?" She looked at him again with those hope filled eyes. "Call me Daddy, Babygirl. I'm gonna take care of you girls."
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