My hands were shaking with the sudden urge to strike something. I stared at the hands that actually took a life.
At eight years old I thought of how my mom never paid any attention to me, how James picked on me, how I'd get bullied at school, how I was unloved, how even God abandoned me and took my father away.
It was usually dark out tonight. The sky was painted black, the moon tucked behind a thick gray cloud. The occasionally star could be seen if you squinted.
The 1st of my fanfic, Harley is back and Batman needs her help to take down the clown, who Harley now hates. Why? Read & find out.