Chapter 6

"Hiya, sweetheart, ya wanna let us in so we can talk to ya mommy and daddy?" The woman with the blonde pigtails asked, bending down to my height.

"Momma says not to talk to strangers..." I replied.

"Well we're ya mother's friends, sweetie!" She giggled.

"Okay....I'm Veronica!" I smiled, my front bottom tooth missing.

"Harley Quinn, pleased ta meetcha," she smiled, a man in a purple coat following her inside. At seven years old, I didn't think much of his unusually green hair.

"Veronica. Get your sister and go to your room...." I heard my mother say from behind me.

"Alright, momma!" I smiled, going to my room. I heard arguing.... But I was too uninterested to go see what it was about. I heard a loud bang before a scream, followed by another bang. I made Sanova stay in our room as I slowly crept down the stairs. I saw the man and woman laugh before running out.

There was.... Red.... Everywhere....

"Momma? Daddy?" I asked quietly, going over to them. I kneeled next to my mother, tilting my head slightly. "Momma?" I rolled her body over, my breath catching in my throat when I saw her face.

A single gunshot wound between her eyes, and a permanent smile carved into her face. I went to my father and saw the same on him. I ran up to my room and dragged a complaining Sanova to my parents' bedroom and dialed 911, talking to the lady and staying on the line when she said help was on the way.

I just got my mom and dad killed.

"Richard? What happened!" I asked, rushing to Richard who was limping in through the kitchen door. He was wearing a blue and black latex suit, a mask in his hand, his hand on his side.

"Phobia... Joker... Knives...." he gasped out. I held him up and helped him to the couch. I grabbed the medical kit, sitting next to him.

"What the hell were you doing!? Why are you wearing that?" I asked as I began to take care of the wound.

"Long-ah s**t-story..." he muttered. I rolled my eyes and patched him up, then cleaning a few minor cuts, one on his face. I looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

"Veronica, how about you head on up to bed. I need to speak with Dick for a moment." Bruce's voice boomed from the dark piano room. I nodded and scurried upstairs, not wanting to get stuck in the middle of the crossfire.

"What were you thinking, Nightwing! Joker could've killed you!"

"Batman, don't start. I saved your a*s from Skitz and Phobia," Richard growled in return.

Wait.

What?