Y/N, sweetheart, I know you are getting my letters. Why are you ignoring your father? Your mommy wouldn't be pleased about that, if it wasn't for the fact that she is doing the exact same. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? 
                          
Enough with the nonsense, you know why I'm trying to get in touch with you, so stop making this so difficult. If I was you, I would just come back to your home, back to your daddy. 
                          
But of course if you don't, you know that I'll always get what I want, and I want you back with me. So you either leave your stupid mother, or I'll get rid of her and take you back, not in such a nice way. 
                          
Time is running out, sweetheart.
~ J
                          
Scrunching up the paper in her hands, Harley shot up from the sofa and ran towards the fire place, throwing the paper ball into the burning flame. After a few seconds, Harley shuck her head and walked into the direction of her daughters bedroom. 
                          
4 years ago:
"Mum! Are you okay?" Y/N questioned as she ran towards the door where Ivy was holding up an injured Harley. "I'm fine, sweetie. Don't worry." Harley's weak voice answered. "That's a lie! What happened?" Quickly grabbing the first aid kit that was near the entrance incase of a situation like this, Y/N began to cut of her mothers right sleeve so she could see the injury clearly. "Joker and his goons." Ivy stated simply, answering Y/N's questions. 
                          
Y/N felt her blood boil at the mention of her 'father'. Remembering the situation at hand, she remind calm and carried on treating the wound with the help of Ivy. 
                          
3 years ago:
"Ivy! Cover me while I get the money!" Y/N shouts filled the bank, as police sirens and yells  could be heard outside. "You got it!" As Y/N heard the reply, she ran towards the stack of money, grabbing as much as the bag could hold. "We have to go now!" Hearing Harley, Y/N made her way to the escape route, while Ivy blocked if any police officers that wanted to come into the bank.
                          
Within a minute, the three females were running towards their hideout, Y/N and Harley both carrying large bags filled with money. Another heist that worked out successfully. Now with Y/N helping them, due to the last incident when her mother got shot in the arm, everything was so much easier. Laughing, all three of them stopped behind a building when they knew that the police was not following them anymore. "High five guys!" Y/N laughed, throwing her hands in the air. 
                          
2 years ago: 
"Y/N! Leave him alone! We need to go!" Harley shouted at her daughter that was threatening to slit a mans throat. "Mother, he was the one who shot you! How can I let him go?" Yelling back at the mother, Y/N slowly started to push the knife deeper into the mans skin. Frowning, Harley could already hear the police sirens coming closer. Ivy nudged Harley, telling her to do something. 
                          
"It wasn't him, he was just following your fathers orders. We need to leave!" Removing the knife from the mans neck, Y/N whispers to him. "You're lucky for now." Steeping away from him, she laughs before slashing the blade into his neck. "Oops, I lied, like your boss.". With that, she ran back to the two females who were shocked at her actions.
                          
Quickly, they all ran out the building to the nearest safe spot. After a few minutes of running, the three females stopped. All of them out of breath, they spent a minute or two regaining their normal breathing. Ivy turned to Harley, quietly whispering so that Y/N wouldn't hear. "Doesn't she remind you of someone?" Harley let out a gasp at that her friend said, but didn't argue as she watched her daughter clean her knife from her first victims blood.
                          
1 year ago:
Picking up the newspaper, Y/N's eyes land on a picture of her mother and Ivy in Arkham. Gasping, she begins to read the story for any information. 
                          
"Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are finally back to where they belong, Arkham Asylum. 
The two females were sent here while they were knocked out, with a note attached that said, "I'm coming for you. ~ J". From this, we believe that Joker himself sent the two criminals to Arkham Asylum, but we still do not know his motives behind this action."
Y/N had enough information, so she stopped reading further. She thought that her mother and Ivy were fine, and where meant to come back tomorrow from their 'business' trip. However, she was wrong. Y/N couldn't believe that Joker would do this as he didn't do much over the past few years. But this was what made Y/N cross the line. 
                          
Grabbing all of the weapons she could, Y/N headed out for her father. He will pay for wasting hers and Harley's life, with his own. 
                          
Present time:
Picking at what theses people called food, Y/N started at the wall in front of her. "Shut up." Y/N said, to no one that she could see. "No one is talking, you freak." Lifting her gaze onto the guard, she growl in response. "Just because you can't hear them, doesn't mean they aren't talking." Turing her attention back to the wall, the voices became much quieter. Suddenly, a guard pushed in a rather old looking man that Y/N couldn't recognise. 
                          
After a few minutes, one of the other patients at Arkham asked the man why he was here. She didn't hear much, but she heard something along the lines of, "I tried to kill the Joker, but he got away."  The response clicked something in Y/Ns head. The girl sprang up into her feet and leaped into the man, strangling him. "If anyone is going to kill that clown, it's going to be me!" She shouts at the man as guards try to pull her off of him. Her laugh filled the lunch hall. The man laid dead on the floor, red hand prints around his neck. 
                          
Guards yelled many things at her, but the only thing she said back was scaring them more than her killing that man. "When the Prince dies, the kingdom will follow."