You were Harley’s father. The man she adored most. Joker didn’t stand a chance against you.

She’d always talk about you, always. Currently she was dancing around her apartment eating Nutella while their song played. She was 19, but a child at heart. your little girl.

You just came home from work, exhausted and covered in rain-snow. You wanted to crash in bed and sleep forever. “Daddy!” She smiled and ran over to you.