Marah does her best to back away from The Joker but stumbles from the pain in her legs. She falls back onto the floor and tries to slide across the floor, as far away from him as she possibly could. Joker continues walking towards Marah, knife in hand and a scowl etched on his face.
Marah backs into a wall and Joker has her cornered. He smirks menacingly and brings his knife closer and closer to Marah's face. Marah starts to whimper, then wail, then sob. Joker stops, startled by the sudden noise the child is making. None of his victims would cry! Beg for their life, maybe. But cry? This is all new to him and he doesn't know what to do. Marah's salty tears splash into her open wounds on her arms and legs, making her cry harder.
Her whole body shakes as she tries to breathe through her sobs and occasional cough. Joker is stunned. He just stands there, watching little Marah shake the whole house. He comes to his senses and drops the bloody knife. It clatters to the ground, startling Marah.
She stops crying so loudly and starts to hiccup. "Sorry" Joker mumbles awkwardly and heads for the door. He grabs a random jacket off the coat rack and walks outside, slamming the door behind him.
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Joker walks down the empty street, trying to clear his mind. what is happening to me?
i've never backed out from a kill before!
All these emotions he is feeling is all new to him, and he is frightened. He is scared shitless! He doesn't know what's going on, what the child is doing to him. As he continues to walk, he gets angry. And angrier. And angrier. He gets so frustrated at the small child! At what she is doing to him! So angry that he stops to punch and kick the wall of a brick building. His knuckles split open and bleed and he scrapes up his arms. He does this until a small thought was formed in his head.
i'll take her back. Yes! i'll drop her back off at the very dumpster she came from! The very thought of getting rid of the child makes him so joyous that he runs all the way back home, smiling like a madman.
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Marah watches as Joker slams the door behind him and the house falls eerily quiet. Harley has long left the room, going to the bathroom to clean up her new scars. Marah, still whimpering in the corner from the pain and fear, decides she needs to do something about her newfound family. Or at least what she thinks is her new family. Still slightly scared, Marah hobbles back into the kitchen wincing with every step. Hey tummy growls and she looks down at her bloody shirt. ew. She keeps on moving towards the kitchen. The tile floor is slick with her blood, dripping down from the counter. She makes her way towards the refrigerator and attempts to pull open the door. Her short arms aren't long enough to quite reach it.
She gathers all her strength and stands on tiptoes. The pain is immense and she can only last for a second or two, but it's just enough.
Marah manages to swing open the door but as she looks over the contents, she feels like the pain wasn't worth it. All the fridge contains is alcohol and random condiments like ketchup and relish.
how do they live off this? Marah made a disgusted face and pushed the fridge door closed. She was all to familiar with these living conditions. Right before she was abandoned, Marah's parents really didn't pay much attention to her. They weren't that bad, really. They made sure she had at least eaten one meal that day and kept her mostly safe. Could have been worse parents. But one day, they just left and never came back. Marah had to figure out how to fend for herself pretty quickly so she is a bit advanced for the small age of 5. Marah wandered around the house for a bit, checking everything out. She thought about leaving, but where would she go? A hospital maybe, if she knew where it was. She would be walking around for hours in the cold and might have passed the building 4 times and have no idea! She didn't know what a hospital looks like. It's not like she could just stop to ask some one, she is having trust issues at the moment. Marah walked into Joker's bedroom and eyed the very comfy looking bed that Harley was sitting on. She was quietly crying, her cheeks still a very dark shade of red. Marah knew what she had done to her, but Harley looked so sad. She couldn't just leave her there.
"Are you ok?" Marah asked in her childish voice. Harley whipped her head around to face Marah, her eyes puffy and blazing with anger. Marah cowered back and Harley noticed. She softened her look and patted the side of the bed, motioning for Marah to come sit next to her. Marah cautiously walked over to the side of the big bed and attempted to jump onto it. The bed was to big for little Marah and Harley chuckled. She picked up Marah and placed her on the bed beside her. Marah's little legs dangled off the side as she swung them back and forth for amusement. Harley eyed the cuts on her legs that are now starting to slowly heal. "I'm sorry" Harley whispers as a tear rolls down her cheek and stings her wound. "It's ok" Marah says and leans into Harley's side. "I know you were just trying to make him happy" she says and Harley slightly smiles at her intellect. Harley grabs Marah and lays her down on the bed then lays down beside her, pulling the sheets over them both. Marah snuggles into Harley's chest and slowly lets sleep take her. "I've always wanted a daughter" Harley whispers before she drifts off to sleep as well.
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picture on the side was edited by me<3
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Psychos Can Have Children Too
FanfictionWho said the crazies in this world can't have kids? Maybe because they are unstable? Unfit for children? Who knows, maybe it's their cure... ((i wrote this about 3 or 4 years ago and it is in desperate need of revision. read at your own risk))
