Bury Me Face Down

Puddin Can We Keep Her?!?

Author's Note: Sadly I own neither the Twilight Saga or anything in affiliation to DC. Unless stated otherwise I own no photos or videos used in this story. I only own Corey and any other Oc's I decided to use. Please don't try and copy my story or my character(s) you can do so much better than that. Now on with the story.

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An inky black sky lit up by the many buildings and city lights were what guided the two for once solemn clowns. They walked down the slightly dead street with no words passing between them as they were both submerged in their own thoughts. One would never think they'd see the clowns with such looks of despair and disappointment decorating their usually psychotically happy faces.

In the mind of the female jester were thoughts on how her body could betray her like this. Right when she was finally ready, right when her Puddin was ready it decided that not only that it wasn't but that it never would be. How dare it deny her the rights of motherhood; of her family. In the Clowns mind were not dissimilar thoughts. How after all the begging and pleading his Harls had done, after he had finally agreed and had actually started wanting a family himself and not just agreeing to appease her. Finding out that not only could Harley not carry a child, but that he also couldn't produce a healthy sperm count to give her a child was a real blow to his pride and his plans concerning their future.

While neither blamed the other both were equally disheartened and at a lost on what to do. They had already made a nursery and started buying clothes and toys for the little one they wished to have. And maybe it was for this reason that fate decided to look down on the King and Queen of Gotham. Or maybe it was because of the genuine hopelessness both felt or perhaps it had something to due with the mass genocide both were mentally preparing to commit to soothe their aching hearts. Regardless of whatever the reason may be fate looked down and slowly guided the two towards a different road that lead them to the bridge that would change their lives forever.

Both continued to stroll across the bridge not registering the other two people with them until they heard the screaming. Now this usually wouldn't have garnered their attention unless they needed to shut them up with a bullet, but this was different if only that one of the other people yelling was a little girl no more than a year old.

"You worthless freak! What did I ever do for God to have disgraced me with such an abomination? I am a good God fearing woman when I found out what your disgusting father was I ran and instead of aborting you like I should have done I kept you! I kept you in hopes that you wouldn't be touched by the devil like he was, that you would be normal like me but you're not. You're just like him and I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place!" And with these words she yanked the crying little girl up by her arm and held her over the ledge of the bridge ready to toss her into the murky water beneath. Surprisingly the male clowns spoke before his counterpart could.

"Well well well what do we have here Harls?" The mother who had been yelling head snaps up and she stumbles back causing her to pull the child back with her to safety. "It looks like this momma is being naughty. Looks like she needs to be taught a lesson Puddin." The look of shock that had adorned the woman's face was replaced with a look of fear mixed with disgust. "I know what you're thinking but this really isn't what it looks like!" The woman clearly looked to be pleading with them. "Well it looks like you were finna take this pretty little doll for an impromptu swimming lesson. Now am I wrong?" They continued to look at her as she tried to explain herself.

"No you don't understand she's not normal. She does things that normal people like us shouldn't be able to do, she's touched by the devil I tell you. I can prove it look watch!" And with that the hysterical woman took the child more firmly and threw her to the hard pavement. Harley yells in anguish lunging for the child before she along with the other two adults are sent to their knees as a sharp pain enters their heads a loud and childish 'STOP' echoes through their heads.