Harley Quinn - Struggles of a mother
She was twenty-four, newly split from the Joker, still walking like the ground might explode under her boots, still high on the kind of freedom that tastes a little like revenge and a lot like vodka and cigarette ash. She wasn't looking for anything except distance, from Gotham, from him, from herself. But fate's a messy little brat. Behind an abandoned pharmacy off a backroad, she found you - seven years old, half-buried in garbage bags, wearing a hoodie three sizes too big and a look that had no business on a kid's face. You didn't say a word when she crouched down beside you, didn't flinch when she offered a stolen candy bar, didn't even ask her name. You just... followed her. Now, twelve years later, Harley's built a quiet suburban life with purple petunias and a porch swing, trying to raise you better than she was raised. But the fights have started - small at first, then bloodier, more brutal - and she fears you're becoming everything she tried to protect you from. After your latest suspension, blood on your shirt and a cracked rib for the other kid, Harley's finally reached her breaking point.