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(The Backstory will be in third person, but the rest of the thread will be in first person)
Character Profile:
Lucy Quinzel - Age 21 - Blonde hair
Daughter of the Clown Prince and Harley Quinn
C-Cup Breasts, Slender figure, Blue/Grey Eyes
https://a.wattpad.com/cover/47127852-144-k370329.jpg
Small Back-story..
"Oh fuck you all! I hate it here! I wish you'd all just go and die!!" Lucy screamed before slamming her bedroom door shut. "Ugh!!" she exclaimed. Her aunt and uncle were ones that did not approve of her going out at night. It didn't matter how old she was -- they still didn't want her leaving the house. She was 21, she should be able to do what she wants. And yet, no one really cares about her or her feelings. It makes her so angry that she wishes she could just torch the place and leave this life behind. Collapsing on the bed, glancing out the window as tears fall down her face. Gotham. The skyline she had come to love growing up on the outskirts of the city. The lights could be seen even from the country road where the house stood. Gunshots could be heard time to time as well, but that never scared her. She always longed to leave this country lifestyle behind and go start anew in the city.
But her aunt has always told her that it wasn't safe. Shouldn't she be allowed to decide what is safe and what isn't? 'The Batman', 'Two-Face', 'Scarecrow'. Names that were supposed to cause her to fear the city, but she only wanted to know more. To adventure out. As she wiped the tears from her cheeks, she grabbed her backpack packing only what she'd need and opened her bedroom window. "I don't need this lifestyle.. I'm sorry, Auntie.." she said looking back towards the house and headed down the road.
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Six Months Later
Being in Gotham for this many months has really changed me. I never realized how much crime is here. But it really isn't that bad once you join the ranks anyway. I learned a lot more than I could have ever learned while staying shut up in that old house. My mother.. My father.. I learned who I am. So many secrets that my aunt and uncle kept from me. It made no sense why they would keep me from my fate. I'm the fucking daughter of the Clown Prince and Harley Quinn. I was born for this. Being in Gotham has made me who I was supposed to be. A fucking crime lord.. Heh, it's the best feeling in the world. Even now, as I pop my head by the vault at the First Bank of Gotham City, I realize that I have got everything in the fucking bag. "Ohh yeah.. Now that's what I'm talking about.." I gasp holding a gun against the head of the bank manager. "Sack it for me, won't cha, sweet cheeks?" I say tapping the gun against his face. He is basically pissing his pants and I couldn't care less as I lean against the door looking at the gold bars being piled into the sack.
"Ace, the guards.. They pushed the alarm and we didn't know!" one of my goons points out.
"Ugh, what did I say about the guards? Bash them in the fucking head and cuff them.. Is it really that hard to follow orders, Jimmy?" I ask, annoyance in my tone as I wave the gun around, a snarky smile on my lips and eyebrows raised.
"Um, my name's not Jimmy, it's---" I stop him midway by putting a round between his eyes, his body dropping to the floor as blood starts gushing out.
"It's whatever the fuck I want it to be.. Same goes for all of you.. Jeez, I didn't know it was so hard to get good help nowadays. Do you have this sort of problem with your employees?" I ask looking back to the bank manager, who just shakes his head no at a fast rate as he stands up to give me the bag of loot.
"Good boy.. And there's no dye packs, yeah? Don't want any of my good little dough to be ruined, or I will be back, y'know.." I say taking it from him, his head shaking back and forth again as he's saying no, dropping to his knees.. "The cops.. Tell them that The Ace hit cha up.. Got it?" He nodded covering his head.. "Good boy.." I walked out and my goons were following behind.
The cops were outside and I held my hands up.. "Ohh no, whatever is a girl like me to do?" I say tilting my head, all their guns pointed at my head, ready to kill me no doubt.. I flick a switch on my leather jacket and a button pops out.. "Ohh, I don't have the time, do you?" I said looking at my watch before turning back to the crowd of officers as I push the little red button and the sewer system under the cop cars implodes. Concrete flying, smoke rising, 'ace' playing cards flying everywhere. I inhaled deeply loving the smell of chaos.. I am my father's daughter after all. Heh.. I looked to my goons and rushed off down the alley to the getaway vehicle.
"Get us out of here, Jimmy.." I said to one of my goons..
"Yes, Miss Ace.." he says starting the vehicle, not questioning why I called him Jimmy as well. Best he shouldn't question me.. I hopped in the passenger side and was about to close the door, but not before a hand stopped it -- a strong one at that..
"Oh no, not you.." I said seeing the familiar face, blasting a shot of knockout gas in his eyes before I pushed my goon out of the driver seat onto the ground next to the vehicle and shifting into drive, barreling down the alleyway and onto the main thoroughfare, dodging in and out of traffic -- only to be stopped by him standing in my way. I slammed on the brakes only to have the vehicle be totaled on the front side after coming into contact with his body.. I hit my head on the steering wheel but came to fast enough to look up out the windshield. He was standing there, cape behind him, black suit and all. My goons were knocked out because none of them had been buckled in.
"You always have a way of interrupting my plans, huh? Jon Kent...."
Lucy Quinzel - Age 21 - Blonde hair
Daughter of the Clown Prince and Harley Quinn
C-Cup Breasts, Slender figure, Blue/Grey Eyes
https://a.wattpad.com/cover/47127852-144-k370329.jpg
Small Back-story..
"Oh fuck you all! I hate it here! I wish you'd all just go and die!!" Lucy screamed before slamming her bedroom door shut. "Ugh!!" she exclaimed. Her aunt and uncle were ones that did not approve of her going out at night. It didn't matter how old she was -- they still didn't want her leaving the house. She was 21, she should be able to do what she wants. And yet, no one really cares about her or her feelings. It makes her so angry that she wishes she could just torch the place and leave this life behind. Collapsing on the bed, glancing out the window as tears fall down her face. Gotham. The skyline she had come to love growing up on the outskirts of the city. The lights could be seen even from the country road where the house stood. Gunshots could be heard time to time as well, but that never scared her. She always longed to leave this country lifestyle behind and go start anew in the city.
But her aunt has always told her that it wasn't safe. Shouldn't she be allowed to decide what is safe and what isn't? 'The Batman', 'Two-Face', 'Scarecrow'. Names that were supposed to cause her to fear the city, but she only wanted to know more. To adventure out. As she wiped the tears from her cheeks, she grabbed her backpack packing only what she'd need and opened her bedroom window. "I don't need this lifestyle.. I'm sorry, Auntie.." she said looking back towards the house and headed down the road.
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Six Months Later
Being in Gotham for this many months has really changed me. I never realized how much crime is here. But it really isn't that bad once you join the ranks anyway. I learned a lot more than I could have ever learned while staying shut up in that old house. My mother.. My father.. I learned who I am. So many secrets that my aunt and uncle kept from me. It made no sense why they would keep me from my fate. I'm the fucking daughter of the Clown Prince and Harley Quinn. I was born for this. Being in Gotham has made me who I was supposed to be. A fucking crime lord.. Heh, it's the best feeling in the world. Even now, as I pop my head by the vault at the First Bank of Gotham City, I realize that I have got everything in the fucking bag. "Ohh yeah.. Now that's what I'm talking about.." I gasp holding a gun against the head of the bank manager. "Sack it for me, won't cha, sweet cheeks?" I say tapping the gun against his face. He is basically pissing his pants and I couldn't care less as I lean against the door looking at the gold bars being piled into the sack.
"Ace, the guards.. They pushed the alarm and we didn't know!" one of my goons points out.
"Ugh, what did I say about the guards? Bash them in the fucking head and cuff them.. Is it really that hard to follow orders, Jimmy?" I ask, annoyance in my tone as I wave the gun around, a snarky smile on my lips and eyebrows raised.
"Um, my name's not Jimmy, it's---" I stop him midway by putting a round between his eyes, his body dropping to the floor as blood starts gushing out.
"It's whatever the fuck I want it to be.. Same goes for all of you.. Jeez, I didn't know it was so hard to get good help nowadays. Do you have this sort of problem with your employees?" I ask looking back to the bank manager, who just shakes his head no at a fast rate as he stands up to give me the bag of loot.
"Good boy.. And there's no dye packs, yeah? Don't want any of my good little dough to be ruined, or I will be back, y'know.." I say taking it from him, his head shaking back and forth again as he's saying no, dropping to his knees.. "The cops.. Tell them that The Ace hit cha up.. Got it?" He nodded covering his head.. "Good boy.." I walked out and my goons were following behind.
The cops were outside and I held my hands up.. "Ohh no, whatever is a girl like me to do?" I say tilting my head, all their guns pointed at my head, ready to kill me no doubt.. I flick a switch on my leather jacket and a button pops out.. "Ohh, I don't have the time, do you?" I said looking at my watch before turning back to the crowd of officers as I push the little red button and the sewer system under the cop cars implodes. Concrete flying, smoke rising, 'ace' playing cards flying everywhere. I inhaled deeply loving the smell of chaos.. I am my father's daughter after all. Heh.. I looked to my goons and rushed off down the alley to the getaway vehicle.
"Get us out of here, Jimmy.." I said to one of my goons..
"Yes, Miss Ace.." he says starting the vehicle, not questioning why I called him Jimmy as well. Best he shouldn't question me.. I hopped in the passenger side and was about to close the door, but not before a hand stopped it -- a strong one at that..
"Oh no, not you.." I said seeing the familiar face, blasting a shot of knockout gas in his eyes before I pushed my goon out of the driver seat onto the ground next to the vehicle and shifting into drive, barreling down the alleyway and onto the main thoroughfare, dodging in and out of traffic -- only to be stopped by him standing in my way. I slammed on the brakes only to have the vehicle be totaled on the front side after coming into contact with his body.. I hit my head on the steering wheel but came to fast enough to look up out the windshield. He was standing there, cape behind him, black suit and all. My goons were knocked out because none of them had been buckled in.
"You always have a way of interrupting my plans, huh? Jon Kent...."
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