(IN EDITING) This is a story about what would happen if Harley and the Joker had a child. This child is named Jericka Quinn. And this is her struggle with daily life.

WARNING! THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS OF THIS BOOK WILL NOT HAVE ANY SPOILERS FROM THE SUICIDE SQUAD MOVIE. IT TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE MOVIE. I WILL INFORM YOU WHEN THERE WILL BE SPOILERS, BUT THAT WILL NOT BE HAPPENING FOR SOME TIME NOW. ALSO, THIS BOOK CONTAINS DARK THEMES. ANYONE WHO IS EASILY TRIGGERED BY THESE DARK THEMES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you grew up the way I did, you know what I'm talking about when I say that I never knew what home meant. I just never got the word or its meaning. I've never had a home. Never walked inside of a house to be welcomed with hugs and kisses. Never been told that I was loved. I wasn't like anyone else who had a loving family and lots of friends. Trying to find a place where I belonged was always difficult for me. No one ever knew or understood. Then I met the Clown Prince of Crime.