#also since i cant really imagine her father figure being the joker for context hes a ~mystery~ and goes by the name Jack

[jesytr]

you're a much better liar than i expected you to be .

she observed his response with as much thought as she would count her own willingness to want to share what little she could. thinking it better to lie about what has really happened to get her where she was that night. pulling away from the child sized girl that hid behind her. matching blonde hair. green eyes popping up to look at arthur between tears that streamed down her face. it was hard enough to bring herself to mention why her daughter was there with her only that she bounced the thought between where to bring her. her eyes staring at the front door step that she brought Lucille Quinzel to. keeping up habitual dilemmas of where else she could bring them too. having never properly introduced the two.

" she's - " harley started in. her words cutting off at the sounds of her youngest shaking her hands back and forth with a small sheepish start, " I wouldn't lie about this , but - "

" mommy ! " Lucille started after sometime. pulling up on her parent's sleeve and staring with bulbous eyes that looked a little less sad, but still shaken up. peeling off her hands to stuff then into her pockets and empty a small wrapped chocolate one that she passed over to her daughter.

" we aint got nothin' , but trouble . . . " blue hues went back to looking over at @jokethur . her voice hushed in the night. people that preferred the dark walked along the streets even as it was half past midnight. Gotham had a way of pulling out all kinds of inhabitants out at all hours , " falcone is after us. my place ain't safe tonight. " not sure where else to turn to when all she had was hitman on her back , but with a kid in tow it made living out much more harder. her apartment has already been tracked.

" more chocolate ! " Lucille persisted. wiping her face with her long pink sleeves , scooting a little closer to peer more at arthur , though very shyly.

". sure thing , lucy. " mother reaching to pry through a rather large bag. riffling through it's containments. lipstick, candies, and a revolver. smiling as she found her candy stash. handing the sweets over to her , ". she's my daughter. I couldn't just let them find us , ya know ? " lucy gasped as she examined the bag of treasured chocolates.

#jokethur #♦️//: ooc. ( im bent out of shape backwards and forewards. ) #so this is the same lucy as my account for her over at ( damagedrot ) #just when she was much younger #figured that way i can play around with her timeline a bit #also since i cant really imagine her father figure being the joker for context hes a ~mystery~ and goes by the name Jack #ill give more details on thst if arthur asks but Jack's alot like the comic version of the joker without actually BEING the joker #or maybe hes not even part of the picture anymore #it'll have to write itself out? haha! #jack = jack napier ( who the comic joker is referred to i think ? ) #also i picture them here showing up at Arthur's front doorstep #i dont know how old arthur/nix's kids would be here since lucy is just a kid especially since she visits arthur later as a teenager but go - #with what feels right #right??